Connections: Cosmic and Otherwise, Volume I

Ian Stott

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A volume of poetry shares powerful messages within simple words and gentle rhyme.

How many times have we journeyed this path,
Fulfilling our purpose? You just have to laugh.
Adventures, excitement, the highs and the lows,
The endless remit of the Universe flows.
So trust in the cosmic and all that is true;
One thing for certain is how much I love you.

Ian Stott found a love for poetry by cosmosis. After the passing of his wife, Astrid, in 2008, the touching of pen to paper became a creative experience for him with a powerful cathartic effect.

In a debut collection of diverse verse that includes photographs, Stott shines a light on the healing power of words that have guided him through many life experiences. His poems cover a wide range of topics and experiences that include the unspoiled beauty of a child’s imagination, the stillness within, chats with his father, the eternal love he nurtured for his wife, the magic within a massage room, moon dust and candlelight, and cosmic messages hidden in the trees.

Connections: Cosmic and Otherwise is a volume of poetry that shares powerful messages within simple words and gentle rhyme.

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• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press AU
• Date de parution: 28 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781982297657
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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CONNECTIONS:
COSMIC AND OTHERWISE, VOLUME I
 
Souvenirs of the Soul
 
 
 
 
 
IAN STOTT
 
With photos by Ian Smissen
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Copyright © 2023 Ian Stott.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
 
 
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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9764-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-9765-7 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date:  07/28/2023
Contents
Our Cosmic Adventure
The Golfing Gods
Girls with Granny Faces
Child’s Play
The Veil
My Fairy Princess
A Poem for Danni
From the Brink
Past The Watershed
Dad’s Dilemma
Eggshells and Tightropes
Butterfly Wings
Castles in the Trees
Code Blue in the Carpark
An Angel’s Kiss
Trapped between Two Worlds
Mr Considerate
Every Moment Is a Story
Mayhem on the Dance Floor
Warning Signs
Gentle Whispers
Sounds
Best Intentions
Spare Tyres
Cooler in the Shadows
Method in the Madness
The Pledge
The Battle Begins
Recipe for a Poem
A World in Tatters
The Beach
Roll of the Dice
Cocktail of Disaster
Break the Shackles
The Red Witch and the Blue Fire Dragon
Withholding Information
The Stillness
The Magic of the Massage Room
A Chat with Dad
Cosmic Paperwork
Acceptance
Moon Dust and Candlelight
Reconnected at Last
All Good in the End
Mountain and Stream
Stop the Fires
Whose Shoes
The Pendulum of Fate
The Hero
Fullness of Time
The Gift
Sitting in the Dunny
Anger Misdirected
According to Cinderella
Spirits Talk
The End of the World
Natural Consequences
Expectations
The Search for Understanding
The Garden Path
Lost
Choice and Responsibility
New Day
Another String to the Bow
Pushing Envelopes
Why Be a Spectator?
Pilot Light
Puzzles
Every Day Is a Beautiful Day
A Passion Born by Firelight
Jiminy Cricket
The Sounds of Sirens
Under Pressure
Journey’s Start
An Afternoon Adventure
Bestseller
Take Charge
Your Mother’s Love
The Time Is Nigh!
The Legend of Halls Gap
The Thyroid Is the Throttle
Dad’s Riddle
Cosmic Travel Guide
What If?
You Just Have to Laugh
Blame the Navigator
Dirty Windows
Poem for Ricky and Anthony
Cause and Effect
Distant Peaks
Words Not Required
First Time, Last Time
Daytime Dreaming
Dragon’s Breath
Cosmic Messages
Front Page of the Addy
Pennies from Above
Venetian Blind Theory
Outside World
Effort Required
A Calm Profound
The Illusion of Time
Cosmic Connections
The Wedding
Beach Moments
Surf Wars
What More Can I Do?
All One Kin
My Sayings
Ian Smissen
Photo List
 
Our Cosmic Adventure
The deep, dark ravine of sights unseen
Reminds us of the places we have been.
Together once more till the final curtain draws,
We fight to hold on with our taloned claws
Till finally the climactic moment arrives,
A sensory summit of all human drives,
Returning home through a ring of white
To our cosmic playground at speed of light.
Now once again reunited in far outer space,
A single, unique entity in our special place,
Mission accomplished, a job well done,
From planet Earth, third one from the sun,
We file all reports then get the next call,
To journey again back outside the wall
When one heart and one mind will divide once more,
Researching the cosmos, our designated chore.
But till then, let’s cherish this moment’s relief,
For whether its ages or whether it’s brief,
The knowledge is certain that no matter how long,
The love that we share is unbreakably strong.
How many times have we journeyed this path,
Fulfilling our purpose? You just have to laugh.
Adventures, excitement, the highs and the lows,
The endless remit of the Universe flows.
So trust in the cosmic and all that is true;
One thing for certain is how much I love you.
The Golfing Gods
My golfing mate Al said, “That was the end of the rain.
Put down the umbrellas; we won’t need them again.”
Then the golfing gods sent down continuous showers
To emphasise once more that they have the powers.
As we walked down the seventh past a flock of water hens,
Thought, No better place than the golf course with fri ends .
Down at Barwon Valley by the riverside, we’re back,
Watching the people go by on the sealed walking track.
On the ninth hole, my birdie putt was so well struck
That straight into the hole it would go, with some luck.
But to taunt us and tease us, it somehow lipped out
As I dropped to my knees whilst my lips they did pout.
The thirteenth tee is beneath the busy overpass road
Where lots of trucks whistle by with their loads.
Other people rush in cars like headless chooks,
Glancing our way with such envious looks
Because we are in such a tranquil space
Whilst they are stressed and having to race.
To the seventeenth green by the side of the water,
Another birdie putt didn’t go in, but it oughta.
But no matter what the golfing gods giveth or taketh,
We are strolling about in the bestest of places.
At some point in the round, no matter how we are playing,
No doubt you will hear our favourite saying:
“How good is golf? Golf is good.”
So whether we’re brilliant or playing like sods,
We are simply puppets of the golfing gods.
Girls with Granny Faces
Some folks grow old before their time,
Not enjoying life—such a terrible crime.
They lose the childlike sense of wonder,
Like, “What is lightning?” and “What is thunder?”
And just because some wrinkles grow,
It doesn’t mean you have to slow.
No need to ease back gracefully;
Just keep on keeping on delightfully.
Play tennis with your mates today,
Dance and sing and have your say,
Laugh out loud, and enjoy the chases
Like all the girls with granny faces.
 
Child’s Play
The unspoilt beauty of a child’s imagination,
Laughing and crying without hesitation.
Living in the moment with all their might;
I reckon they have got it just right.
A day with the grandkids, a joy that abounds,
Their innocence surpassing even beautiful bird sounds.
A stroll in the pram, hard work in the breeze,
Though the downhill section provided some ease.
A play in the cubby house for a change of setting,
With time set aside for a little dog petting
Before a trip to the playground for a go on the swings,
The slides, flying fox, and all the fun things.
Now home again for more play with the hose,
Fascinated by how simply water flows.
Blowing bubbles with an excitable glee,
Jumping on the trampoline so totally free.
A bite of pasta and vegemite toast on the go,
Then pyjamas on and a favourite TV show.
Falling asleep on the mattress on the floor,
Ending the day’s most enjoyable chore.
The Veil
The gentle flow of angel tears
Wash away the deepest fears,
Form a mystic, fragile membrane
On her picture in the frame.
Now the lovers reunite across the veil
And, holding tight, recount the tale
Of the journey shared since torn apart,
The highs and lows, the pain so sharp.
The music from Rainforest Magic in the background,
The beautiful “One Spirit” such a wonderful sound.
But all too soon as the picture dries,
They part once more till love next cries.
 
My Fairy Princess
Whenever my granddaughter Tilly and I get together,
There is no need for small talk about the weather.
We start off with lots of hugs and cuddles, then we have a chat.
The first question she asks is, “When are you getting me a cat?”
With that game now completed, she will quickly zoom
Off into the study, which she refers to as her room,
To decorate with streamers, balloons, and polystyrene foam,
As it will stay for the visi