ISP Medal


August 19-21, 2005, Wash DC, Hilton Hotel

Sentimental Journey

From Morphing Words in poetry

‘Tis incredible beyond measure
Life’s a secret made unfold
Behold the mystery unknown
When time reveals in sweet candour
Pure, sublime – a goal with valour.

The road is not an easy one
To tread along till travels end
Its groove too many; it’s rough, it’s tough
Its sordid scars claim sore defeat.

Trials shape courage and patience
Heaving meekness, spirit buoyed
Forging on, fortitude commands
Life is fearless, endurance proves
To those that master strength forebear.

Journey is adventure far advanced
Unplugged, emblazoned to its height
The goal in sight to fathom light
While dream soars high, the spirit drifts.
Here and then, the sentimental journey ends.

Copyright2005@LCD, All rights reserved

Author’s Note: This was written in Washington DC during the ISP Convention. My personal story of such a long tumultous journey that I have survived. The photo of this poem is the aerial view of California on my way back home from Washington DC.

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My Kingdom

My kingdom in all the land is known
Decks with arches; rainbow rites
Flowing fountain of running streams
Landscape of nature beauty praise.
Beds of roses in courts parade
Wall of daisies curtsy fade
Hanging ivy; jasmine spreads
Ferns are ornates; lilies breed.
Plots of blooms with colour displayed.
Tiers; terraces in sunken frayed.
Shrubs on the grounds covered lace
Thymes and tiny dainties glazed.
My kingdom rests on hills and plains:
Calm, peace and sweet serene.
Daily showers host its guests
Crowned me crimson, green and gold.

Copyright@2006 lcd
Written in my Dreamtime
January 23, 2006

Postcards from Washington DC

In dedication to our beloved Auntie Carol Hewer of Oxford, England. oxoxoxoxo

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Me and the White House

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A quaint figure flanked by cherry blossoms

Two souvenir postcards I brought home from Washington DC Hilton Hotel. Purchased from the hotel’s Duty Free Shop at the culmination of the International Society of Poets Convention held in August 2005. It was at the height of summer and very hot! I thought I had enough of that nagging discomfort from Australia so instead of going with the group on tour to see these interesting places on top of the others, I decided to pack up and go to North Carolina to visit friends. So I missed the opportunity of seeing the White House but I did not regret it.

Here’s the picture of Washington DC I took  from the eight floor of Hilton Hotel where I stayed. Unfortunately, I did not get around much to the main shopping mall as I only had  limited days of stay at the hotel. When I checked out, it was straight to Greyhound Terminus to catch the bus service to North Carolina. It was cool traveling to that part of the State on my own stopping over in Richmond, Virginia for a changed service to North Carolina.

Washington DC taken from Hilton Hotels vantage point of view

Washington DC taken from Hilton Hotel's vantage point of view

It was in this hotel where the poetry convention was held and I got to see Tony Orlando in person. He and his wife had a lovely teamwork when they sang songs together and we, the audience, also sang along with them especially the Tie A Yellow Ribbon and Obladi-Oblada. We had two fantastic Gala Nights. I love the experience of traveling to see Uncle Sam and back. It was a very lonely flight though, but that’s life. C’est la vie!

Oh, by the way, I celebrated my 55th birthday over there the next day I arrived Washington DC. A lone celebration away from my world down the southern hemisphere. I had my children’s birthday greetings I read while I was there. I wore the nice birthday dress they gave me at the convention. Very sad being far away from them, but again, C’est la vie!

Cheers!