Hugh Michael Jackman.

He’s gorgeous...yes he is,

Inside and out he’s a whiz!

Love him to bits,

The way he talks, moves and sits!

He’s a multi-talented wonder,

Let no other man tear this fan and actor asunder!

A celebrity who lives a normal life,

The full package; pets, kids and wife.

A great example to look up to,

Nowadays it’s something accomplished by few.

Must be hard to be daily scrutinized,

Having the public and press constantly praise or criticize.

As much as his private life is an open book,

I’m sure there are times he’d like to be off the hook!

Such is the price one pays for great talent,

But hey,…even under pressure he’s still gallant.

Can’t wait to see what he’ll come up with next?

Some action film with a terrific text!

So Jackman…whatever you do, where ever you go,

Just know that THIS fan wishes you well and loves you so!

P.S. Wow! Re-reading this brings a tear to the eye,

“Corny” is the word I can’t lie!

Still it’s only in this simplest of ways,

That I can express what I feel and sing his praise.

So forgive me if I have offended the written word,

And I know that this sounds absurd.

But “Corny” can be good,

Because I feel that by now, you’ve all understood,

That I am a huge, huge fan,

And one day will be deeply honoured to meet the man.

Until then pray, Hugh keep us entertained,

If this ever gets to you then, I will have gained,

An amazingly talented friend.

So Debs please forgive me …if a kiss I send.

Bless your family and you dear,

Have a safe and fulfilling rest of year.

* I admit that my total admiration for Hugh is very much on the adolescent side, but hey....I'm not just a fan of the hunk...I am very much a fan of the way he conducts his life. I think he is a tremendous example of how such a well-known and popular person should behave. Together with his wife, they make an effort to try living the most normal way they can!...If that is in anyway possible with the press always breathing down your neck! There is also the fact that they've adopted 2 kids which in itself is absolutely awesome!... And what the hell I don't need to justify why I dig the man!!!!

Vespers.

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,

Droops on the little hands little gold head.

Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!

Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless Mummy. I know that's right.

Was n't it fun in the bath tonight?

The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.

Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.

If I open my fingers a little bit more,

I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.

It's a beautiful blue, but it has n't a hood.

Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,

And pull the hood right over my head,

And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,

And nobody knows that I'm there at all.

Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.

And what was the other I had to say?

I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?

Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,

Droops on the little hands little gold head.

Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!

Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

* Here's another of my favourites!...The genius of  A.A.Milne...You can literally feel all the love in this father, surrounding this simple, but magic moment...

Family relationships.

Delicate.

A delicate relationship that’s what this poem is about,

Between mothers and daughters – there’s no doubt!

Each generation increases problematic demands,

Despite Women’s Liberation and new social commands.

This knot between unconditional love and hate,

Goes on and on through the years until it’s too late.

The physicological games that are played and won,

Are full of emotional blackmail,guilt - and never fun!

The mother tries holding fast to her false sense of control,

While the daughter pretends submission, which costs her, her very soul.

I ask myself why the ties are normally so different between mother and son?

They seem to have very few difficulties – practically none!

Of course, not every mother/daughter relationship has this fate,

Especially when either mother or daughter are in a spiritual state.

I do love my mother, but it’s hard at times,

to overlook the human fragility and our existential crimes.

Remembering that the future look to us to break the chain,

Daughters of the world – PATIENCE – let’s try to not let love wane.

I realize that this poem is a very personal point of view. The most difficult realtionships are normally with those whom we love most. I am still learning how to become a better daughter, both in relation to my mother and to myself. I know that my destiny and biggest challenge in life, is to learn to love and accept my own mother just as she is, without expecting anything back in return. Easier said than done, because deep down we all have a necessity to loved by the one who gave us life!

Happiness.

Happiness.

Children giggling.

House fiddling.

Perfume sniffing.

Music listening.

Friends meeting.

Cake eating.

Book reading.

Skype speaking.

Sun shinning.

Restaurant dinning.

Money finding.

Kids confiding.

Bread baking.

Brigadeiro making.

Cappuccino tasting.

Jelly shaking.

Lips pressing.

Paint messing.

Night resting.

Boyfriend testing.

And finally....

Nature glistening.

Hope existing.

Birds twittering,

That's God whispering...

Saudades.

Saudades do amor,

Saudades de voce,

Saudades da dor,

Que não quero esquecer.

Saudades dos carinhos,

Saudades da paixão,

Saudades dos beijinhos,

Que eu dava de montão.

Saudades dos encontros,

Saudades do olhar,

Saudades do seus contos,

Que amava escutar.

Saudades dos abraços,

Saudades do ardor,

Saudades dos amassos,

Que tu dava com louvor.

Saudades de te ver,

Saudades sem rancor,

Saudades com bem querer,

Que tu me dar amor.

Colours.

Yellow, green, red and blue,

Which is the ideal colour for you?

Does it depend upon your mood?

'Cause colours can change your attitude.

Green is calming or so they say,

Brings good vibes in every way.

Blue is classic in any shade,

But with plenty of sun, watch it fade.

Yellow and orange are hard to wear,

Only at Carnival, if I dare?

White is as pure, as pure can be,

Good for virgins...that's not me!

Pink is avoided by the men,

But all little girls think it's a ten.

Purple is royal and rich to behold,

Worn with magesty by folks who are bold.

Earthy brown suits some,

Reminds me of chocolate, yum, yum!

Then there's red with all it's passion,

Sexy lingerie, very fashion!

Beige, khaki, violet and grey,

Extra colours with which to play.

I'll finish with black, my personal best,

Although there's no colour that I detest.

Yellow, green, red and blue,

Which is the ideal colour for you?

Time Song.

The years have gone so fast.

I woke up realizing how much has past.

Friends have come and friends gone.

Some with tears and some with song.

And the clock continues to tick,

Faster and faster burns the wick.

Is there still time,

To accomplish my purpose in life's great mime?

Or have I had my only chance,

To make a difference to any human's circumstance?

These are questions that haunt my mind.

Has my life been useless to mankind?

What did I come to do?

If not, to reach out to you.

Can I still touch a heart?

So much to do before I depart.

The minutes they rush on.

Soon I will be gone.

And the clock continues to tick,

Faster and faster burns the wick.