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Shaydi Rhode

Sydney, New South Wales, AUSTRALIA


Joined February 22nd 2007

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Haiku or Hokku

September 20th 2008 12:33
Hokku is an old Japanese style I have not written in for some time. An unlikely friend recently inspired me to put words down using it.

Loosing control

Hands stronger than mine Drawn in too deep so much lost Pining for fresh air

Love begins/B]

Skin to skin rest souls Starting to feel and time stops Time's back with fury

Time and consequenes

Not ready for this Time runs but in one direction Solution's extinct

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24 hours a day, 7 days a week

April 30th 2007 12:13
I've just read about some people calling "email bankruptcy" and, as a means of starting fresh, calling on everyone to resend their mail. Would it be more emails due to doubling up on the same emails???

Yet this is a call for "time bankruptcy" as far as I am concerned. If you ever knew me and wanted my time please repeat your last try for my attention. It is 9:50pm and I have just set down after a day that started at 5:30am with my daily run, commute and an 8:30am EGM (the commute actually started at 7:30am) and finished with a board meeting at 5:30pm. I'm here after a 45 minute "short and light" drive from work to home crossing the Harbour Bridge with standstill traffic and a total of about 15 minute with my seven year old before she passed out after an equally tiring day.

My question is where did time go? Where did I miss a beat?
The beat that was spent holding my baby until she fell asleep.
The beat that meant I had time to cook a meal, quick as it may be?
The beat that allowed me to write a 30 minute crappy blog even if failing?
The beat that let me watch the grass grow?

I'm not complaining, just looking for time.
It seems to have disappeared from my life
...and I want it back.

The blissful memory of being locked into my room
On summer holidays with books to chew
And no obligation to "enjoy the sun"
and join other "happy" kids for fun.
I'm surprised I can even remember back
the seven year old me on my double bed
half covered with books...
But I want her back... even for a week... or a day.

So, if you are in possession of some spare time
spare a thought for me who is in desperate need of mine
And send some in my way... I could make it worth your while.



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Let'smake me slow

April 1st 2007 13:52


























I’m dizzy and don’t know where we’re going
Flights, hotels and destinations; the list is growing
Staying in one place doesn’t seem to be an option
Having ups and downs proves to be the cauldron

And I beg you to hold it back for a moment
My body is fine but my heart’s so easily broken
And I want some things left to grow
So can you stop the flow please, can you make it slow

Our lives barely met but there’s been so much shared
I’ve tried not to stop not to move as the clouds appeared
For the night is deep and I ask where are you tonight
I’m alone and I don’t think you’ll come to me to fight

And I want some things left to grow
So can you stop the flow, can you make it slow?

I was out tonight and when I got home
I looked at my place it seemed so empty, cold
Scary I miss you though I’ve never even seen you sleep
Can we slow down I want to see how I got so deep

I want to meet you outside of hurt of need
I want some things left to grow, to keep
So I beg you to hold it back for a moment
My body is fine but my heart is so easily broken

In seven short weeks you turned my life upside down
From nothing from a place I could never have found
Now I’m weak I ache even when I hear a tune aloud
Merely resembling the one you favoured, or even liked

Can I stop this flow, can I make it slow
I want some things left secret, left to grow

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Love… the elusive

March 25th 2007 11:06
Not so long ago you wanted to hear me sing
You were desperate to make me tell
How you felt


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Bright moon for a desperate heart

March 21st 2007 12:58
When the bell won’t ring and the phone is dead
And the world is locked in a fireball inside
Ugly loneliness conquers planting awful doubt


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The suitcase

March 13th 2007 12:24
The suitcase



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Hard to like you

March 13th 2007 11:27

Shallow water
Murky pond and weed that picture reminds me of


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Branches of nothing

March 12th 2007 11:27
My heart is trembling on branches of nothing
Small creature
Sobbing soundlessly


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Sonnets for men

March 10th 2007 13:38
There was a time in my life, not long ago, when one or two men cost entirely too much of me. Nothing romantic, nothing interesting. But it prompted me to look back and these little songs are about the men in my life, mostly good ones.
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The closest thing to a black amex

March 9th 2007 14:44
This is a true story from my friend Kas, not her real name, who's been an internet dating veteran with many of a horror stories under her belt. I've heard a few over the years and I must say her frank recount of the happenings in cyber dating kept me from trying for a very long time.

Now, Kas is not one of those girls with expectations running to stratospheric heights. You know the ones with a long list of so called "preferences" that would only let nuclear physicist supermen with a passion for opera and vacuuming through the net. (If you don't know what I'm talking about just read my profile in my first blog


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on Love… the elusive

April 1st 2007 13:00


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David,
You know, I actually value critism more because I think there is room to grow from there. Don't take me wrong, I am more than flattered by your compliment re my poem (if you can call it that). But I am not even what you call a beginner...I am a permanent amateur.
I have 16 more months when I can only write in sonnets... just to teach myself a lesson about form. But it puts the handcuffs on creativity sometimes and halfway through I find myself looking for rhymes and not reason. Good old Colosseum... if only I was born when that album was created... I am a sad setback of humanity if there ever was one!

Shaydi

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on Will the Libs escape responsibility over Hicks?

March 28th 2007 10:39


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Please stop the David Hicks sob stories!!! Of course he is guilty; people rarely go to terrorist training camps to explore the scenery. It is of little relevance whether he ended up killing anyone or not; evidently it is only his stupidity and ineptitude that prevented him to do so as he had every intention.

And I don’t want to wait for some ego driven Australian judge to find him not guilty just to prove a point and get his own name into legal history. I don’t believe we can afford the cost at so many levels.
So don't talk about due process; David Hicks chose his due process when he decided to blow up innocent people in the name of whatever he belived in.

Perhaps, and I’m not convinced but willing to consider, David Hicks is not receiving a fair hearing (you cite having to grow his hair as a special turture; please give give me a reason to stop laughing!) . I've got news for you: we are not living in a fair and just world all the time. The same way it is not fair to keep innocent people in fear, making ordinary people insecure about when a bomb might explode, causing people to be afraid in their own home and stopping them from visiting their loved ones for the fear of terrorist attacks on transport.

That is unfair. Unquestionably, undeniably, unacceptably unfair. So why exactly David Hicks is surprised of being treated unfair???

I feel ashamed, and I can assure you I am not alone by a long shot, that with all the unfairness in our own country, against our friends, relatives and children you choose to speak on behalf of David Hicks. David Hicks chose his own judge and jury!

You obviously took the bait and the “David Hicks Publicity Machine”, well oiled by an American lawyer with much to gain from this exposure, is using you and those willing to jump up and show hands for anything anti.

In the meantime, ask those who have lost a loved one, like myself but by no means I am alone, to acts of terrorism. The same acts that David Hicks was planning to participate in. The same acts only his stupidity prevented him to commit.

An insult to the innocent victims and their loved ones, an insult indeed. An insult you’ve chosen to participate in and no doubt will suffer the consequnece.

And just in case you are wondering, if he was my own son I would not want him to be better treated. With a broken heart, I would want him to feel the consequences of his actions and I would hope for him to die before he could harm anyone. Of course we are not so lucky and he may even end up making money out of terrorising YOU (don't fool yourself, you were a target like I was).

There are more important, more urgent and more just matters than fighting for David Hick’s right for a fair trial. Stop the David Hicks cry baby story, please!!!!

Shaydi

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on Love… the elusive

March 25th 2007 11:53


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David,

It's great that you picked something out that was gone very soon after it appeared... it's actually not that easy to let the past go.

And of course I call my bits poetry as there is no such category as "shitty rhymes" or "trying to get down something that matters in less than a full page" on Orble. (In fact, I do file them on my computer as "rhymes"; not to insult those who can actually write poetry.)
But thank you anyway for giving me the credit!
Shaydi

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on Things Toddlers Have The Ability To Do

March 14th 2007 06:35


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Well, video cameras are never around when you need them, MelissaA, are they? Only "friendly" passengers.

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on Chicken For Dinner? Moooooo!

March 14th 2007 06:19


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Thanks MelissaA,
I'm a country girl and had my pet cow when I was 6. Just changed my perspective on the species..lucky Whitie is long gone.
shaydi

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on Things Toddlers Have The Ability To Do

March 14th 2007 03:59


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Thanks Melissa for reminding me of the fun things!


My daughter was 3 when she left her "purple pirate", a favourite toy which was 2cm tall, plastic and came free with something we can't remember, on a qantas plane once coming back from London.

She proceeded to convince the pilot, co-pilot, and several hostesses to spend 15 minutes on all fours on the carpet to find it when we landed in Sydney (we were already on all fours by that stage and not quite sure how she did it).

The funniest thing was that concurrently a women next to us, who was really rude all the way and complained that kids should not be allowed on business class even before the plane took off in London, lost her one carat diamond earring. She was walking up and down the corridor yelling at everyone that they stole it when the pilot jumped up the floor and said "got it!". She ran to him kicking into a couple of people still on the floor on the way. As life would have it it was the purple pirate.
shaydi

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on Chicken For Dinner? Moooooo!

March 14th 2007 03:42


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This is just a bit strange and kinda unbelievable. Is this one of those urban(or country) legends?

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on Sleeper

March 14th 2007 03:16


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Thanks for that Cib, I was just about to ask you where to get it. Missed out on the whole Allen phenomenon but looks like an interesting piece of past cinema to revisit.
shaydi

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on The closest thing to a black amex

March 13th 2007 11:34


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I checked and it was pensioner. Kas thinks he didn't actually have a job either.

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on Branches of nothing

March 13th 2007 11:01


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Thanks David, you have taught me something again. Although my creative writing ambitions are pretty limited it is great to receive feedback. I've also been enjoying your blog, sorry but have so little time these days and had no chance to comment.

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