Reidy's Rhymes and Poems

03/10/2024

NEW RELEASE

Ok Texas Blues fans, check out my latest song. The subject matter is very current on the world stage.

Cheers,

Reidy

Immerse yourself in the powerful new song by Raymond P. Reid, “In the Shadow of Tomorrow.” This evocative piece captures the heart of a nation grappling with...

27/06/2024

Apple Pie Addiction©️
By Raymond P Reid
26/6/24

Feeling a bit hungry this morning, how about some mouth watering Apple Pie? Step into a world where desire meets flavour in my latest poetic "masterpiece", "Apple Pie Addiction©️."

The Poem

In twilight’s tender hush, I stand,
Heart leaping at evening’s command,
Drawn to the kitchen’s warm embrace,
Where passion waits in apple lace.

Its scent, a whisper, soft and sweet,
Guides me onward, light on feet,
Promises of joy, wrapped tight,
In spices, sugar, golden light.

A crust that crumbles, flake by flake,
Golden armour my hands do break,
Beneath, the apples’ tender plea,
A taste of comfort, wild and free.

Each bite a dance of tart and sweet,
Where cinnamon and sugar meet,
The apples’ tang, the crust’s caress,
A symphony of pure finesse.

But oh, the climax, rich and grand,
Is whipped cream, cloud-like, fanned,
A silken froth on pastry’s crest,
The ultimate indulgence, loved the best.

Its coolness soothes the tongue’s delight,
A counter to the warmth’s invite,
In this union, brief yet bright,
Lies fleeting bliss in evening’s light.

Desire’s pangs are met and quelled,
With each slice that’s joyfully held,
This love, pure and unconfined,
Is passion ever unrestrained.

For in its heart and in its crust,
Lies devotion, deep and just,
A simple pleasure, endlessly true,
My timeless love, forever new.

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23/06/2024

**Discover the Legacy of Australia's
Pioneering Leaders!**

Here is part 1 of this series:

Series 1 - 1901 - 1932 : Poem 1 - Edmund Barton

Legacies of Leadership - Australia's Prime Ministers - Edmund Barton ©️
Special series No 1 -1901 - 1932
By Raymond P Reid

Amidst lands where shores with golden gleam do lie,
And eucalyptus towers reach for the sky,
Stood Edmund Barton, answering his nation's plea,
A beacon of hope, steadfast and free.

As Federation dawned, its chorus bright,
Barton's leadership emerged, a guiding light.
With vision clear, he navigated the fray,
Guiding Australia through its darkest day.

In politics' arena, Barton stood,
Navigating complexities as he should.
Debates on tariffs, trade, and race he faced,
With dignity and poise, his stance embraced.

Crafting laws with eloquence profound,
Serving Australia's interests, steadfast and sound.
His policies, a shaping force to fate,
Foundation laid, despite debate's weight.

Yet storms brewed, challenges did swell,
In the political sphere where Barton dwelt.
Yet through the tempest, he steered with might,
Leaving behind a legacy, steadfast and bright.

So let us remember, with pride and grace,
The statesman who left his indelible trace.
Edmund Barton, a leader true and bold,
In service to Australia, his story told.

The Story

Edmund Barton (1901-1903):
Australia's first Prime Minister, Barton oversaw the drafting of the Australian Constitution and the establishment of the Commonwealth of Australia.
- He was known for his legal acumen and advocacy for Federation.

22/06/2024

NEW POEM SERIES WEEKLY FROM MONDAY.

Starting Monday and each week thereafter I will be releasing a series of poems about Australian Prime Ministers, here's some more information:

**Discover the Legacy of Australia's Pioneering Leaders!**

**"Legacies of Leadership: Australia's Prime Ministers 1901-1932"**
**Special Series No. 1**
**By Raymond P. Reid**

Journey through Australia's formative years with this evocative series of poems.

From Barton's foundational vision to Lyons' unifying strength, explore the profound impact of each prime minister.

This poetic tribute beautifully captures their legacies, weaving a tapestry of resilience, progress, and unity.

*Dive into the dawn of federated dreams and witness the stories that shaped a nation.*

Watch this space and follow the series each week starting Monday..

Don't miss this literary homage to Australia's early leaders.

Reidy

20/06/2024

Hello,

A dedication to a Blues MaRRvel!

This poem I believe beautifully captures the inspiring journey of Andrea Marr, a powerhouse in Melbourne's blues and soul scene

Simply MaRRvelous!©️
By Raymond P Reid
21/6/24

In Melbourne's heart, where blues and soul entwine,
Andrea Marr has crafted a rhythm so fine.
Since '99, her music, a joyful reverie,
Funk and groove, her songs set spirits free.

With dedication true, she's earned her place,
A sought-after act, her energy a grace.
Her voice, a beacon, lights up every stage,
Infusing every note with soulful drive.

Awards adorn her journey, a testament to her skill,
But it's her passion and heart that truly thrill.
From festivals to Memphis, her music takes flight,
Touching souls worldwide with its soulful might.

Beyond stages and accolades, her influence expands,
As founder of a music school, where talent stands.
Training singers in blues, soul in every word,
Guiding dozens weekly, their voices now heard.

Andrea's devotion shines in her music's embrace,
Tastefully weaving faith with skill and grace.
Her commitment to "Women in Blues" strong and clear,
Empowering voices, overcoming every fear.

Here's to Andrea Marr, her legacy so true,
For shaping minds and hearts with what she'll do.
In Melbourne's thriving scene, her name rings clear,
A pioneer of blues, soulful and sincere.

Check out her latest music here:
https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCzEAFMwm-mj59hsnxTPhcqw?si=Ch95v8CjoQsNBaUN

and another Album is about to be released and find out about her next tour here:
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1hGqPQUJjbioxEAB/?mibextid=WaXdOe

20/06/2024

This piece delves into the story of a celestial being who has lost their way, exploring themes of despair, isolation, and the haunting echoes of eternity. I hope it resonates with you and invites you to reflect on the fragile line between light and darkness.

Fallen Angel©️
By Raymond P Reid
19/6/24

Fallen Angel, what led you astray,
Cast from the light, where darkness holds sway?
Frozen like stone, no warmth in your core,
In the silence of night, your cries are no more.

Wings once majestic, now cruelly torn,
Tears of sorrow from your eyes are worn.
Watching as time mercilessly drifts by,
Spiders weave webs, while you silently cry.

Fallen Angel, what fate did you tempt,
Lost in the shadows, from grace you’ve been exempt?
Alone in the void, your heart turned to stone,
In the depths of despair, eternally alone.

Sunken head, not a smile to be seen,
Beneath the cold moon, where no light intervenes.
No beams of hope reach your hollowed-out soul,
In the endless abyss, you’ve lost all control.

Once there was future, now just the past,
Your shattered dreams in the glass are cast.
Fallen Angel, what sin did you choose,
Caught in a moment, forever to lose.

Fallen Angel, what hope did you seek,
Lost in the darkness, forever oblique.
Alone, frozen like stone,
In the echoes of eternity, forever unknown.















The inspiration for the poem was from the attached photo by Sharon Kavanagh of an angel statue we have in our garden.

The spiders web were real, and when viewed at night presented you with this image.

Limited copies of the photo are for sale - enquiries - [email protected]

15/06/2024

This poem is a poetic homage to the Southern Aurora, a legendary train that once connected Sydney and Melbourne in unparalleled luxury and style.

The poem captures its journey through time, from its glamorous inception to the poignant moments of tragedy and eventual preservation.

It's a tale of nostalgia, resilience, and the enduring legacy of one of Australia's most iconic trains.

Take a moment to immerse yourself in its beauty and history.

Reidy

Ode To The Legendary Southern Aurora Luxury Train©️
By Raymond P Reid
15/6/24

From Sydney's heart to Melbourne's warm embrace,
The Southern Aurora did its journey trace.
In sixty-two, beneath the Southern skies,
A silver serpent on the rails did rise.

With fluted sides and carriages so grand,
A palace moving o'er the verdant land.
Roomettes and twinettes, where dreams took flight,
Lounge cars and diners glowing in the night.

When travel meant a journey slow and long,
Upon this train, the heart felt sure and strong.
Through fields and towns, by moon’s ethereal light,
From dusk till dawn, she journeyed through the night.

Yet time, relentless, bore its heavy weight,
As jets arrived, with swifter, gleaming fate.
Passenger ranks grew thin, their numbers waned,
A golden age, its brilliance gently stained.

Violet Town, a day of sorrow deep,
Tragedy struck, hearts shattered, grief to keep.
Eight souls were lost, their journeys cruelly ceased,
A shadow cast, with mourning not released.

Still she ran, though numbers did decline,
A testament to days of splendor fine.
Until, at last, in nineteen eighty-six,
The Southern Aurora ceased her gentle clicks.

Combined with Progress, made her final ride,
The end of dreams that long had glorified.
Yet not forgotten, gleaming stainless steel,
Preserved by hands that honored her appeal.

In heritage’s tender, loving care,
Restored she roams, a gem beyond compare.
Aurora Australis, reborn anew,
A glorious past now shining through.

Roomettes, twinettes, with comforts bright,
Panoramic views, a pure delight.
Dine on fare from regions far and wide,
In lounge cars where the stories still abide.

Thus, the legend lives in splendor new,
In modern guise, with echoes ever true.
For those who seek her charm of yesteryear,
She welcomes still with open arms sincere.

O Southern Aurora, queen of night,
Thy legacy, a beacon of delight.
Through rails of steel and hearts of lore,
Thy spirit journeys evermore.

13/06/2024

Celebrate Australia©️
By Raymond P Reid
13/6/24

From Uluru’s sacred rise to oceans wild and free,
Australia’s heart beats strong, in landscapes wide and deep.
The Daintree's emerald canopy, Blue Mountains kissed by skies,
Nature's wonder whispers, in every sunrise.

From outback's crimson deserts to reefs of turquoise hue,
Kangaroos in twilight, emus racing through.
Kookaburra’s laughter, echoing the dawn,
In this land of wonder, we're reborn.

Oh, Australia, dreams unfold,
In every heart, in stories told.
Through your beauty, we unite,
Celebrate under southern lights.

In cities where the world meets, cultures blend and thrive,
Sydney’s lights, Melbourne’s arts, our spirits come alive.
Mateship in the barbecues, cheers in footy’s roar,
In every heart, Australia, we adore.

Our economy strong, futures brightly glow,
In minds of innovation, new ideas flow.
Heritage of ages, in songs and stories old,
Indigenous wisdom, through time’s fold.

Oh, Australia, dreams unfold,
In every heart, in stories told.
Through your beauty, we unite,
Celebrate under southern lights.

From Pilbara’s iron strength to Sydney’s bustling street,
We build our dreams together, resilient and complete.
In safety and in peace, each dawn a hopeful sight,
Australia, our beacon, in the night.

Australia, oh Australia, we stand hand in hand,
Cherishing the wonders of this vast and varied land.
Together we sing, in unity we cheer,
For Australia, our home, so dear.












The Story

Hi, I'm Raymond P Reid. I wrote "Celebrate Australia" to capture the essence of our beautiful country, its diverse landscapes, and the unity that binds us all. This poem is a tribute to our rich heritage, vibrant cultures, and the dreams we share under the Southern Lights. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.

10/06/2024

Here's a glimpse into a day I experienced in Rockingham.

It's a tale of bustling cafes, unexpected friendships, and the subtle beauty of transitioning seasons. Join me as we dive into this enchanting story together.

Winter in Rockingham©️
By Raymond P Reid
1/6/24

Walk into a cafe, after a long day's roam,
Noise of the patrons, a deafening tone,
Work chums in clusters, their stories untold,
Another group of six, memories unfold.

It's the first day of winter, nature on the prowl,
Dark by six, the cold winds start to howl,
It's the first day of winter, the skies look mean,
Storms approach, a change unforeseen.

Eating pizza alone, on my birthday's cheer,
Bartenders working hard, to pay off their fear,
Groups under umbrellas, in Rockingham's grace,
The chef's turning out grub, with a smile on his face.

It's the first day of winter, nature on the prowl,
Dark by six, the cold winds start to howl,
It's the first day of winter, the skies look mean,
Storms approach, a change unforeseen.

The day was hot, 26 degrees,
But evening brings a chill, carried by the breeze,
It's a Saturday, a shift in the scene,
From summer's end, to winter's keen.

Stories of Mother England, exchanged with grace,
Strangers becoming friends, in this lively place,
A moment of silence, in the middle of the crowd,
Reflecting on the journey, feeling somewhat proud.

It's the first day of winter, nature on the prowl,
Dark by six, the cold winds start to howl,
It's the first day of winter, the skies look mean,
Storms approach, a change unforeseen.

So here in Rockingham, the seasons collide,
In a cafe warm, from the storm we hide,
The first day of winter, brings its own charm,
Embraced by the cold, yet feeling warm.

07/06/2024

This story is about a bright young boy who battles his struggles with spelling through determination, imagination, and resilience.

It's a journey of hope, kindness, and the triumph of the human spirit, presented in a most unusual format.

I hope it inspires you as much as it inspired me to write it. Enjoy!

The Boy Who Couldn't Spell©️
By Raymond P Reid
6/2/24

A boy, bright but burdened, battled bewilderment,
Cleverly curious cats chase chimera clouds,
Despite his determined demeanour, definitions danced.
Eagerly, he engaged educators, eager for enlightenment,
Failing, he felt frustrated, facing familiar fears.

Gazing at glossy grammar guides, growing glum,
Hope hung heavily, his heart harbouring hope,
In quiet corners, inventing in imagination,
Joy emerged, justifying his jovial journeys.

Kindness from kindred souls kept kindling,
Lessons learned in laughter, light and love,
Moments of mystery melted into marvels,
Navigating new narratives, never needing normalcy.

Overcoming obstacles, originality overshadowed,
Pride in peculiar paths, persevering persistently,
Questions quivered, quelled by quirky quests,
Resilience reigned, radiating remarkable resolve.

Slowly, spelling seemed simpler, softer,
Tender triumphs turned turmoil to tenacity,
Understanding ushered in unspoken unity,
Valiant victories validated his vibrant vision.

Whispers of wonder wove within words,
Xenon-bright, his exuberance expanded,
Yearning yielded to youthful yesterdays,
Zealously, he zigzagged, zeal imbued in zenith.