DHS needs to get their cases right

DHS took my daughter away but I did nothing wrong. And this woman got her 5 year old son drunk and has had two suspended sentences against her name and then gets a third suspended sentence – and yet DHS has not removed her children out of her care. This is how DHS works and something needs to be done about it. DHS needs to get their cases right, give me my daughter and take this woman’s children off her – and then send her to jail.

DHS thinks they’re above people like me, but they don’t understand that I will fight them to get my daughter back.

By Boony

Published in: on March 24, 2010 at 1:47 pm  Leave a Comment  

Seasonal poetry

Here’s some wonderful seasonal poems by Rachel (not the ressie Rachel, another one), who is new to our group:

Summer at Galilee

Hot blusted feet
Uncomfortable in room
Fan not doing its job
Come winter come.

Autumn to me

Hurried greetings
Bouquet of colour
Painter’s dream
Collect for bathroom
Festivals end
Winter’s one step closer.
Amen.

Summer cool

Licking icecreams before they melt
Taking in glorious sunsets
Summer heat forgotten
Feet hit ocean floor.

Published in: on March 4, 2010 at 3:38 pm  Leave a Comment  

Some haikus

We spent some time writing haikus. Haikus are a traditional Japanese form of poetry, traditionally using three lines and a seasonal reference or theme. Some people like to write them with a certain number of syllobals per line, but modern English haikus don’t have to have that form. Here’s some of the ones we came up with:

Autumn melancholy
Kicking fallen leaves
in yellow gumboots

Autumn dyings
Slow red falling leaves.
Good mulch.

Warm spring air
Pollen filled breath
Allergenic dysfunction.

By everyone

Heatwaves of Australia
Where visions are not
discounted as hallucinations.

Winter crunch
of frost covered grass
Cold toes due to hole in shoe.

By Nigel P. S.

Ice blocks melt
into weak warm drinks.
Summer heatwave.

Wool coat smells
like a sad cold day.
Winter rain.

By Andreana

Autumn air
Wistful wind
Combed by leaves.

By Nathaniel

Hands clutch warm mug
Breathing in hot chocolate.
Winter comfort.

Light filtering between buildings
Itch getting stronger
Spring garden calling.

By Lindy

Spring air
Birds whistling
to and fro through the trees.

Spring carnival
Horses running around
Splashes of colour; men and ladies.

By Sarah

Animal on knee
Trying to get free
This is what spring means to me.

By Rachel

Published in: on March 4, 2010 at 3:31 pm  Leave a Comment  
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