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A line
A line of time
to kiss the whispers
A walk through lines
bumper to bumper
a missed friendship gone
speeding through
to catch a purpose
no stopping now
lights on lights
noisy vibrations
chitter chatter
memories forgotten
bad stories collide
among delays
stopped for tea
where is my way
daylight still peeking
polite transport
louder vibrations
more of the same.

An original poem by Chris Diphoorn

Dances

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You am I

October 1st 2008 05:21

You I Am

I am nothing like you
And who are you to judge?
I never invited you to read this
So now you are here
In my face
In my words
In my space

I wanted things to be different between us
And they are- Very
I bash the very keys that make this
Tears running down my face
I have passion
I have loved
I am crashing

You follow too close
You drive too slowly
Youre not paying attention
To the scenery
I paint
I draw
I photograph

My world doesnt belong to you
We are not a collective
I hope youre angry about it
Im too tired to fight
You push
You pant
You blow

I dont care if you dont get it
If you totally miss my point
If you dont believe me
Or if you want me to believe in you
Your god
Your possessions
Your contradictions

I am naked in here
I make words to keep sane
I do it to myself
I reflect my point of view
You laugh and say forget this
You didnt see a thing
You want to run but realise
You understand your own reflection

I am closer than you think
I am looking backing at you
I know what youre making of it
I have been there too
For sometimes
You are me
And I am you

Dances

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Next Door Neighbour

September 27th 2008 01:02

Next Door Neighbour

Colour for his monochrome existence
Flowers sprout against nature in his yard
Whiskey still bubbles in the back shed
Making would be friends drunk

Bananas on rye toast for breakfast
Its supposed to sound healthy to me
Theres nothing to learn or listen here
When one knows everything

Purveyor of things rusted and forgotten
The wife left yelling years ago
But shes still in there somewhere
Buried in the overgrown weeds

A boat rots along side the house
Personifying calmer days at sea
When he had a happy home
To bring fish home to "hi honeeeee"

Im happy theres a fence between us
Dividing our lives into two
If it ever fell down
Id leave before... I became him too

Dances

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Milk

September 25th 2008 05:35

Milk

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Two Doves (LINK)

August 26th 2008 01:41

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Integrity gets divorced (LINK)

July 5th 2008 00:37

"Yeah it's been awhile did you miss me?"

I have dealt with a number of people lately who seriously lack integrity. I've had people look me in the eye and give me their word. You can guess what happened next. Names? Yeah I've got a few, and I'd just love to list them publicly. Maybe build a list of all the people who lack integrity. Yeah I thought it'd be huge too ;o

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Gypsy Girl (LINK)

July 4th 2008 02:41

Gypsy Girl

"Dancing Gypsy"
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I see dumb people - part one (LINK)

May 1st 2008 14:02

Yeah it's been awhile since I posted anything though I've been busy ok.

Yeah its a catch phrase that we all can flick about the place but that's not the point. I am lying awake wondering - more about the situation I find myself in. About dumb people. I am thinking its not awfully smart pointing out the stupidness of others. How dumb people really are. Even people reading this. Even after a cupful of my cruel cynicism and all the 'clever' people who have go this far, realising its a clever linguistic trap and have bailed for the next post. Maybe but maybe not

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Are UFO's real? (LINK)

February 21st 2008 06:59

I watched a documentary on TV last week (ABC) on the 1969 moon landing that was absolutely riveting and fascinating. I will background this by saying I personally feel that this was the greatest triumph in the history of mankind to date. So I was flabbergasted, shocked, and amazed to recently discover that my own brother firmly believes that the moon landing/s were faked. I guess idiots including my own flesh and blood are entitled to an opinion

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Computer Sex (LINK)

February 20th 2008 13:11

MATURE CONTENT

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on Fan-fiction, Slash & RPS

December 8th 2008 01:20

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Hey Morgan

It's nice when someone gets you ;o) I love puns and double entendre.

I always enjoy your posts. I'm so glad you don't just go on and on about movies. Thanks for making Orble warble.

Dances

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on Fan-fiction, Slash & RPS

December 6th 2008 05:41

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I'm a fictional fan ;o)

Dances

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on 8 Things I do NOT want for Christmas

December 6th 2008 05:37

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Hmmm...

8 things I don't want for Xmas...

My ex back,
the clap
a hang on the wall dishes drying rack
Invisible ink
Anything PINK
Flotation devices that make you sink
Socks
Undies
A comb or some talc
A $2 scratchy (all ready completed and telling me I didn't win anything)
Or a cry for help

Baaaaaaa

Humbug

Dances

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on Who Is Your Favourite Australian?

December 6th 2008 05:23

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The best Australians are dead ones...

Before you get up me...

"Peter Brock" - What would Australia be without the face to V8 motor sport... and he is still King of the Mountain (Bathurst)- which has to be one of the most challenging racetracks of all time.

I lost a close friend of mine recently, and he had made his name in Australia (even tho he was originally a Kiwi - most people considered him Australian) on stage performing Phantom of the Opera more than 7000 times - none other than "Rob Guest."

"Burke & Wills" - because their story, adventure, journey and ultimate sacrifice is what ALL (when I think of) Australians are made of.

"Steve Irwin" - who put Australia on the Map (through his unbelievable and crazyinfectious personality), and played with the worlds deadliest creatures to be taken by one considered docile by most.

Don Bradman - the guy was a freak at Cricket - (a bit like Pele to football (or soccer) and he's in anyone's world's greatest 11 of all time.

I'd have to agree with Fred Hollows - for his pure humanitarianism (gee not a word used often in scrabble) and his incredible vision and for people without.

Errol Flynn - I mean the guy was incredible on film, did all his own stunts, and who's swordplay, debonair, and screen presence was sublime. I love ALL his films!

Banjo Patterson...(what a great name!)

Dr Victor Chang AC - though born in Shanghai was an incredible Heart / Cadiac Surgeon performing over 300 successful heart/lung transplants here in Australia - and anyone who SAVES 300 Australian lives has to be considered a hero.

And yes Skippy.

I'm a Kiwi, and that still brings a tear to my eye every time I hear the theme music...

Thanks for the post. You're not a bad lot even if you do talk funny.

Dances

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on Continental Breakfast?

December 1st 2008 03:55

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Hi Morgan,

Interesting post, and reading the replies has made me hungry. Most people have responded directly to what is (or isn't) a Continental Breakfast so I don't think that needs any further clarification, so I thought I'd respond to what you wrote:

im actually a little concerned about Australian tourism and the hospitality industry when it comes to things like this . . .

I have travelled the planet, and yes I smile (and cringe) at some of the ways Australia (and NZ) present themselves to the overseas markets - especially where Australasia attempts to deliver something that is part and parcel to the breakfast & eating culture of Europeans & tourists. The majority of tourists coming to New Zealand & Australia (are ironically each other) followed by the Asian market - so maybe we should be doing more Congee & Miso soups??

My beef is why serve french croissants at a hotel when they are a poor tasteless imitation of what you get in France. Boxes of cereal (yes those tiny ones) are prevalent in hotels /motels and it really is a shame that more effort isn't made, and especially when it comes to localising flavours or AUSSIE tradition. What Aussies and Kiwis eat for breakfast is completely different than Europe, though why don't our markets exploit this fact?

If you come to Australia flushed with Euros, you'll part with them for the "right" breakfast - even if it is a little different than what you'd expect in Europe. It just needs to be done well, be fresh with local flavours and people (tourists) will pay for it.

And as an aside I had some French guests years ago who fell about the floor truly believing I was putting boot polish on my toast (vegemite) and one of our guests ate a raw weetbix and commented it was a bit dry... Once I had them past the initial dilemma of what we eat for breakfast they were very happy to "try" different things, and happier they weren't faced with poor imitations of their own food, but rather they could go wow - that's different. After all that's what travelling is all about.

My biggest beef in travelling around hotels in Australia is they don't make THAT effort to make breakfast interesting or you are faced with weak filter coffee (or over stewed and burnt) and not a brown / raw/ coffee crystal sugar bowl in sight - always those stupid packets of WHITE sugar - what is it with that???

I personally think its going to take a few years yet before Aussies & Kiwis can proudly stand behind what is being dished up in the hospitality industry for breakfast. I cringe thinking about it too...

Dances

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on The State of the Orble

November 25th 2008 07:16

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Hi Jon,

Fascinating post with both serious and hilarious responses as well. Especially the last post from Lady Henrietta Muddling. I thought if you were able to share any adventures you'd had with Colonel Francis Dithering (yes i just thought of that) or mail out some of the recreational substances you're on as Orble Xmas presents - that'd be great! So thanks for sharing that, because I haven't laughed that hard in ages.

I have been attacked in here before for having my opinion. It's like whoopdeef**king do. I'm not that shocked, nor think it's something anyone could effectively police. Even the police are pigs sometimes.

I guess there are a whole host of "ways" to look moderating Orble, though I am thinking that people who attack others lack the necessary skills to debate something. My father always said that as soon as your comments relate to the "person" and not what you are debating, then you have really lost that debate you stupid idiot. Yeah I added the 'you stupid idiot' bit. It works for the comedic ally in us all...

Slagging is however a part of growing up in Orble so these infants who feel the need to attack others need to do it to grow, and I guess learn to be more tolerant of others and in a deep and subconscious level become more accepting of themselves.

You can call me FAT. I weigh heavily on most ;o)

The "perfect" blogging site would be yawningly boring. A formal affair with 'nice' conversations, encouraging commendations, positive recommendations all with our pinky's sticking out.

So go Orble
GO!
And have a go at me
Go on
And we'll help each other grow

Dances

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on Movies I hated: Don't hate me in return!

October 14th 2008 23:33

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Hi Natalie,

There's a lot of commentary about film here on Orble. I love movies and can spend hours dissecting and discussing films, and no I don't hate you for having an honest opinion about films that we supposed to be great, but in your opinion weren't.

I have seen all the films you listed, except Spiderman 3. I rarely see movies with numbers after them, as I often find sequels extremely disappointing. Yes there are some exceptions to this rule, but they are few and far between.

I think the main theme of your post highlights that movies set out to take you on a journey. I think its a poignant analogy. You a buy a ticket for the trip expecting the experience to live up to the big glossy posters, and if you're lucky it will deliver more than was over promised in the trailors. I think it is possible to go on any journey with your "own" baggage, and sometimes this can be how you are feeling on the day you see the movie through to that solid reliable person you pride yourself in with that critical eye for details, story, characters, and that they may just whisk you away to somewhere else. The thought of the "journey" is why we go to the movies. When this process goes wrong for a viewer, it normally goes horribly off the rails.

Atonement. The elements of this story are great, and I kept thinking how much better the book would be while I was watching it. Not a good litmus. You can write down what happens in the first hour of the film in two paragraphs. I think the I'll take my shirt off, or you jump in the pond and I'll save you moments were a good example of how off the mark the film was in making us believe these characters were real. I was upset at this point and kept thinking that if you have ever seen the murky sludge of a garden pond, and they are rarely more than knee deep by design, and Kiera Knightly dives off into a water world that looked like a commercial for bottled water. I got off this journey early too, and I think the other entries in this post highlight this film failed with a lot of people.

Pan's Labyrinth was great and I loved it. Why? Well it was very dark, and if you like movies that have that edge it was a wonderful journey that I found myself saying wow a couple of times out loud. Another good litmus for a film - one you say WOW in.

Million Dollar Baby was all about Clint Eastwood, and I thought a number of actors could have played the Hillary Swank role. Don't get me wrong she was great, but this movie was cleverly packaged and disguised. I grew up on a diet of Eastwood movies, and he didn't win acclaim or Oscars for his spaghetti westerns or playing Dirty Harry... He had to play the antithesis of these characters to demonstrate he could act - full circle. His role in Unforgiven, was that of a washed up gunslinger and this paralleled his performance as a boxing coach at the end of luck and his career - trusting in something he never had - a woman. If you like and grew up with Clint, you'd like this film.

There will be blood. Wow what a film. I can understand totally why people hate this movie. I started out hating it too. It made me angry. I have an adage about cinema. If it makes you FEEL something, then the movie is working. Think about it. Explore your hate. Explore your anger. It was slow and very dark. It was like being stabbed, slowly, with Daniel Day Lewis staring you in the face, teeth gritted as he pushed the blade in deeper. It was suffocating. It was like dying or drowning. I wouldn't recommend this movie to people in general and throw it in as a "must-see" or something to watch. For me it was how I felt at the end of that film. I was glad it was over, and glad that I'd seen it. The hair stands upright on my skin thinking about it. I'm glad I got it, and went on the journey. I can see why Daniel Day Lewis received an Oscar, because of the fact I don't think many actors could have stabbed me so perfectly and watched my lying there dying.

Dances

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on Milk

September 27th 2008 01:25

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Hey Lily & Timmy!

Smiled at your comments ;o)

Yeah those were the days hey?

Dances

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on SHOULD I PERPETUATE THE MYTH?

September 25th 2008 05:28

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Dear Mum,

I have the neatest handwriting and yet I'm as thick as a post. Teach a kid to read and writing will make its way out of their little bodies in its own beautiful way.

My father had atrocious writing though one could make more anagrams out of the letters after his name, than his name itself... The reason was because he was LEFT handed and this was considered EVIL ( I jest but its sometimes good to frighten children of any age) and had his left hand tied behind his back at school to TEACH him to write properly. The words made it out of him (eventually) and either Granny was a spider or my Father was working on a new code for the Germans. Only he could read it which mattered most of all he said.

In years to come we won't need to write the traditional way. Handwriting will frowned upon or be a forgotten art. We will be born with a keyboard instead of hands.

And how do I know? Look how I have to reply to you?

Dances

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on wallaby in the headlights - some thoughts on night driving

September 19th 2008 06:40

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Hi Morgan,

I'm caught in the headlights of yet another one of your posts...

I liken Orble to picking up your telephone to make a call and you hear these voices talking about everyday stuff. Do you listen or hang up? Maybe that's another post?

Yours are always intriguing in their simplicity imagery and thoughts on gee... a whole host of subjects. Thanks for you and your writings. A big smile goes here for your Deep Pencil.

In search of animals to run over... and yeah if the animals could write in here what would they say about it? We could walk everywhere and then understand that the world we feel of incredible safety, seclusion, and comfort in travelling in today's self steered transport systems - is an absolute privilege...

I feel for birds that fly into planes engines... and nocturnal animals drawn to the bright speeding lights. We haven't thought co-existence through very well have we?

I was traveling in a car with a girlfriend, who loved animals. She loved them more than people, and more than us it seemed. I was talking to her about her love of everything that was alive, but not human, and in a strange fated irony a large 'pukeko' (POO-KECK-OH) crossed the road. For the uninitiated it is a flightless marshland bird in New Zealand, and they tend to make nests and wander across roads in search of the other side. The roads are in their habitat. No fencing or any sensible signs posted that they could understand.

So here we are talking, and this Pukeko walks into our conversation... Ironic and touching, and just plain freaky. I consider swerving as it is too late to brake. There is an on coming car and the road is steeply pitched on either side across a wet marshland in Northland NZ. I look at the horror on her face and then all of a sudden she is pushing the wheel away to avoid the bird! We are swerving and the car begins to slide into the oncoming path of the car.

I didn't brake. There was no time to brake. It's like people who toot when you pull in front of them. If you have time to find the horn then you have plenty of time to find the brake.

So here we are sideways, rounding this bird that is nonchalantly wandering across the highway. I turn the wheel back the other way and the car grabs and starts to slide across to OUR side of the road. We narrowly, and to this day I still don't how, MISS the oncoming car which is braking to miss us and the said bird.

We come to a halt about 50 metres down the road with the front of the 4WD pitched into the Marshland. The car we had missed has stopped to see if we are ok. And the bird? It's standing in the middle of the road going like... "well I was waiting in the middle for you both to pass, what the hell were you guys thinking???"

My girlfriend said it was OK for us to kill the people going the other way (and US) as long as the bird lived!!!

We all lived, and the bird seemed none the wiser. I know that she did the right thing in her mind. In what she believed.

For me, I sadly value human life above that of animals who wander across roads. I have thought that if the birds were writing in Orble about running over humans stupid enough to walk out on motorways... I would have been roadkill years ago.

I love animals, though can't understand people who will save whales and not people. If we can't save and protect our own, what hopelessness do we face in protecting other life forms?

Dances

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