tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post5243918015020218799..comments2024-03-10T00:38:42.248+11:00Comments on CopperWitch: THERE ARE ROOMS IN MY MINDJahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-63133419834212220472008-02-15T22:46:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:46:00.000+11:00M'Lord, I'm shocked, you're a big knockers man and...M'Lord, I'm shocked, you're a big knockers man and I thought it was all intelligence with you.<BR/><BR/>Listen here, anonymousknockers, never mind going to the Melbourne Cup, did you dream the winner?<BR/><BR/>Thank you Annie O, I like that.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-86036398561850744092008-02-15T22:27:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:27:00.000+11:00Once a dayAll day long.And once at night,but just ...Once a day<BR/>All day long.<BR/>And once at night,<BR/>but just till dawn.<BR/>The only time I wish <BR/>that you weren't gone ...<BR/><BR/>is once a day every day all day long.Ann ODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01159263330547329077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-70164704631090819462008-02-14T20:20:00.000+11:002008-02-14T20:20:00.000+11:00Glad you rememebered me! You still rock......big k...Glad you rememebered me! You still rock......big knockers....lol are you kidding!<BR/>The dream was so real!!!!! Cant explain it! <BR/>you keep well dear one.<BR/>All my love, ALWAYS!!<BR/><BR/>xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-1447587023151592442008-02-14T19:14:00.000+11:002008-02-14T19:14:00.000+11:00Anonymous sounds like my kind of sheila. Got a pho...Anonymous sounds like my kind of sheila. <BR/><BR/>Got a phone number for me Coppertop? (You know I'm good for lots of well stuffed brown paper bags.)Lord Sedgwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13896041676969028157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-71523614031349449022008-02-14T19:07:00.000+11:002008-02-14T19:07:00.000+11:00Robbert, all your past transgressions and future o...Robbert, all your past transgressions and future ones are forgiven for that Valentine.<BR/><BR/>If I'd been there I'd have eaten your lollies and probably picked your pocket too.<BR/><BR/>Anonymous, If you're blond, big knockers and lousy taste in men, I'm glad to see you back.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-45467759248392735192008-02-14T14:07:00.000+11:002008-02-14T14:07:00.000+11:00I had a dream about you last night. I came down yo...I had a dream about you last night. I came down your way and we went to the Melbourne Cup together. It was great but getting dressed in that bathroom of yours with un-metionables hanging from the shower/bath rail and your cat following me around amused me!<BR/><BR/>XXXAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-39900580422785624962008-02-13T22:07:00.000+11:002008-02-13T22:07:00.000+11:00And that's mine, for you.Robert.And that's mine, for you.<BR/><BR/>Robert.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-92021817572870356782008-02-13T21:09:00.000+11:002008-02-13T21:09:00.000+11:00I've been awake forty-three two hours and fell asl...I've been awake forty-three two hours and fell asleep last night at Werribee Bingo during the second session and no one woke me up they just took my books and played them the rotters, and ate my lollies too.<BR/>Then they told me a good looking old hen who loved me very much has been carted off the loony bin. "Oh." I said, and we all had a good laugh about it. Well we shouldn't have, but I started and they all joined in. <BR/>I won't be here tomorrow so here's your Valentine -from me, Mad Robert, Australia's greatest poet, and that includes Miss Grogon whom I admire very much for looking so good when she's well over forty, ha ha.<BR/>Well sorry, but I'm joking, I did dash one off but changed my mind.<BR/><BR/>Please accept this instead:<BR/> <BR/>He is not gone <BR/>Would never leave you<BR/>Or why would there be tears.<BR/>He is not gone<BR/>Wouldn't leave you<BR/>Love comes closer<BR/>Closer years.<BR/><BR/>He is not gone<BR/>Not taken<BR/><BR/>He is yours.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-69456480915543508672008-02-13T19:43:00.000+11:002008-02-13T19:43:00.000+11:00River, it's always the little fragments that catch...River, it's always the little fragments that catch you unaware. <BR/>If I watch the films that he watched I can remember in my mind the exact moment he laughed and I'm prepared for it but someone using a phrase can take me by surprise.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-36138705270230594622008-02-13T19:39:00.000+11:002008-02-13T19:39:00.000+11:00Therese, it's still so raw for you to not turn rou...Therese, it's still so raw for you to not turn round and see him laughing but he deserves his "moment of rest upon the wind".<BR/><BR/>Caroline, I know what you mean about the 'synchronous running into' feeling. I think one of the biggest jolts about Euan that I had was when I was transferred to rehab in an ambulance. I looked out of the window and realised that this would have been the last view of the sky that he had and it's why the computer is in front of a window where I can see the sky.<BR/><BR/>Bags, Fleetwood? More like suitcases. I think having the time to say goodbye helped a lot. I'm not sure how I would have handled a knock at the door at 4 in the morning. <BR/><BR/>Andrew, I've always wanted to be a muse. I look forward to the post. Being Gay I'm sure you've had to deal with more deaths than most because of the AIDS epidemic.<BR/><BR/>Jayne, exactly the way I feel and I've been criticised for wearing red to funerals but red is the colour of life to me.<BR/><BR/>Thank you M'Lord. Never mind Hughes 'robotic pea of death' your clodhopper works better than a crutiatus curse on unprotected digits.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-64566934137116287542008-02-13T19:21:00.000+11:002008-02-13T19:21:00.000+11:00The rooms in my mind are very securely locked and ...The rooms in my mind are very securely locked and the keys long ago lost. Beats me how those memories still escape their solitary confinement every now and again.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-46614588155882758422008-02-13T17:18:00.000+11:002008-02-13T17:18:00.000+11:00Seems like you were born to be a stoic ole rock, C...Seems like you were born to be a stoic ole rock, Coppery One. <BR/><BR/>If I were silly enough to want to stub my toe on one, you'd be the first I'd seek.<BR/><BR/>Mmmm, seem to remember it was in fact <I>your</I> toe with which I had a deep, meaningful and (for you) painful.Lord Sedgwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13896041676969028157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-89038555829560932202008-02-13T10:47:00.000+11:002008-02-13T10:47:00.000+11:00I grieve by celebrating the person and their life ...I grieve by celebrating the person and their life with laughter and afterwards I visit them in my mind every now and then.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13887495757366973130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-33640215446375744592008-02-12T21:13:00.000+11:002008-02-12T21:13:00.000+11:00Was going to make a comment but decided it is wort...Was going to make a comment but decided it is worth my own blog post. But anyway, I understand. I am similar.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-32971494447776807612008-02-12T20:35:00.000+11:002008-02-12T20:35:00.000+11:00My way of dealing with grief is to stuff it as far...<B>My way of dealing with grief is to stuff it as far down the empty toilet of my brain as possible and hope that it stays there. Unfortunately, it tends to bob back up in the small hours, unnanounced, like an unwanted turd...usually just as I'm nodding off to sleep, at which point I'm forced to go downstairs and watch dreadful late night television until its been firmly stuffed back down around the U-bend of my subconscious again.<BR/><BR/>No wonder I've got bags under my eyes.</B>Brian Hugheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00350965110160879688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-20005993924686674272008-02-12T19:25:00.000+11:002008-02-12T19:25:00.000+11:00Swedenborg says that whenever you think of anyone ...Swedenborg says that whenever you think of anyone whether they be dead or alive you bring them into your sphere of being, which for me certainly helps to explain alot of the synchronous running into or having people ring up, who you were only just 'thinking' about. <BR/><BR/>I feel alot closer to my father now that he's dead as in someways he is more available than he was when he was incarnate. I don't have problem with people dying because I know that I only need 'think' about them and they'll be available. I'm also a bit non-plussed about physically getting together with people for the sake of seeing them, even though it is nice to see people (sometimes) its also good to be able to think/feel fondly of them--even better, they can't argue with you, answer you back, tell you what they think you should be doing. <BR/><BR/>Swedenborg also says however that after ten years of being 'dead', people tend to forget who they were in life, he also reports having seen incredible re-unions between people with genuine affections for one another and also hideous shit-fights between people who were joined, unhappily at the hip in life. He's very interesting Swedenborg.Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12346948772651971988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-37262022360863494422008-02-12T18:21:00.000+11:002008-02-12T18:21:00.000+11:00Oh Jahteh, I have the same feelings and beliefs. I...Oh Jahteh, I have the same feelings and beliefs. I look at Don's picture and tell him that if he doesn't bloody well wait for me to die...hopefully in my 80's so that we can be together again I'll kill him...a bit hard to do as he is already dead to this time. I have a wierd feeling about my family (some of them) I feel we all recognised each other and that this time we got it right... but I still want to be amongst them next time... time doesn't matter in the after... but I could no more imagine being without my girls and Don and Mum and dad than fly to the moon... hope its true. Take care.Middle Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09962830669606760640noreply@blogger.com