Rimeriter's Research.

Following ten years of enjoyment since retirement brought about by - travelln' and findn' reasons to rhyme, I decided to reflect on that which I have achieved.
My quest is aided by OLOM, which is a separate saga.
He, It, She is an iMac with many supportive features.
I began by translating my WriteNow records into Appleword. During the previous years all were saved on 1.44mb Floppies. Time had come to modernise to CD and Memstick.
This task revealed the following interesting details, well at least to me.
Total eleven discs, each retains a particular named collection, with a total of 582 items.

My current task, along with creating new work, is to revise older pieces, hopefully improve them, print them to my WordArt format then -
consider the future.

Ahh ! the enjoyment continues,

Isolated Outback.

Aussie Outback.

Rough and rugged winding coastline, between the oceans and the sea,
lost and lonely is the Outback, lacking sustenance to share.

Arid Plains and Ancient Mountains, in a land remote and free,
our Australian Island Continent has an Outback sparse and bare.

Duned and stoney in the centre, fine grained sands and stones so red,
stained with ochre, sifted softly through the Dreamtime endlessly.

River channels, seldom water. Dry salt lake beds. Wildlifes dread.
Monoliths and quartzite outcrops being sculpted, ceaselessly.

Spinifex. Pincushion patches. Tombstones, worn from sandy shale. Giant wheel ruts of the Ages. Meandering waterless dry bed streams

Bleached dry bones in natures grave site. Moon at night provides the pale.
Old and ancient. Myths and Legends. Born in mist. Retained in Dreams.

The Red Centre. Australia’s Heartland.
Forlorn face in need of Rest.
Enjoy her beauty with her splendour
Our Island Continent.
The very Best.

(c). Rimeriter. 11/2/00.
Translated from WriteNow 26/4/07.

Another 'Reason to Rhyme'

Recently returned from a short journey from Bribie Island through southern Queensland.
One of many marvellous experiences was to stand 'on the banks of the Condamine'.
There is a very well known verse with the title highlighted above. When time permits, I will post it to the blog along with a short burst of rhyme it caused me to compose.

A short piece in the saga of Outback (Bindii) Jack

dancin’ down the Darlin’ - -


Did ya see the rain’s been fallin’
out near the back o’ Bourke
that’s where Outback Jack is livin’
now ‘e doesn’t work.

He’s retired in a village
somewhere in the town
where the lack of rain’s
been makin’ - everybody frown.

I saw it dancin’ down the Darling
last night on TV,
a lady just near Budda
thought it might reach her knee.

It was still an early trickle,
but flowin’ fairly fast,
she had a paddle in it
as it went wanderin’ past,
makin’ for the Murray
which might allow those Silver Perch
to swim upstream to Jack’s place
so ‘e wont ‘ave to search.


(c). Rimeriter.
8/6/07

Initial Webwalk using Apple iMac

Following set up with planet Pre-paid - registering with Apple and Epson, making numerous password errors, editing the existing gmail account which I thought may well have been cancelled after such a long time, now at blogger - time is 12.02am.

Jim's Jottings Bookmarks

In conjunction with a lovely lady, Cathy Sayer by name, I am producing a bookmark to use as an advertising medium.
Cathy is a practising calligraphist. She has developed the face 'side' for me.
On the rear will be details of my various copyright collections which will include my blogspot title.
Should you be interested in obtaining some, please contact me electronically by telephoning Sydney - 02 9724 3442.

Ol'Mick.

When I was a boy a a dog old and true

lived by the creek with us and as I grew

became very much loved as my only play friend,

so in memory he does until my end.

His master, my brother away ploughing hard ground,

just me and my mother aware of each sound,

the times were Depression, each shilling hard won.

My brother, Mick's master - the eldest son.

My father just missing while chasing good work.

My sisters their schooling were not able to shirk

until coming of age for courtship and marriage,

no silvery slippers or a golden carriage.

So Mick was our guardian as well as a friend

should there be a danger ol'Mick would soon send

a message by barking and snarling real loud

whether rain was upon us or nary a cloud.

This day as so happened, no cloud in the sky,

a Goanna came seeking feathered chicken pie,

ol' Mick was defending our wired coop and run

by dashing and snapping - it was his day in the sun.

My mother soon joined him, I stood at her side

throwing sticks and stones while glowing with pride

at Mick and his anger at Goanna stealing eggs

until this daylight robber ran off on short legs.

He got to the main road not feeling much pain,

sidled over the edge down into storm drain,

safe and secure when then in the night

made off into the bush to recover from fright.

(c). Rimeriter. 14/12/06.