How would you best describe where you live in poetry?

Lost in yellow haze

dreaming about being born again
dreaming about being born again
in the heart of the sunniest city  on Earth
in the heart of the sunniest city on Earth
on the third millennium eve  everyone is partying
on the third millennium eve everyone is partying
yellow beer and yellow champagne yellow sparks of fireworks
yellow beer and yellow champagne yellow sparks of fireworks
yellow snake of the Swan River  reflecting in lights above. Living in the dead heart of the planet, where life started and life goes on...
yellow snake of the Swan River reflecting in lights above. Living in the dead heart of the planet, where life started and life goes on...
...even if life elsewhere will disappear, pale yellow sand  under our dancing feet
...even if life elsewhere will disappear, pale yellow sand under our dancing feet
dark yellow clouds  hiding our grief
dark yellow clouds hiding our grief
All elements came together people night moon sun in one
All elements came together people night moon sun in one
It is not easy to study warm-weather behaviour of my fellow Western Australians
It is not easy to study warm-weather behaviour of my fellow Western Australians
Few weeks back  we celebrated the Cottesloe to Rottnest swim a 20 km epic race across open ocean
Few weeks back we celebrated the Cottesloe to Rottnest swim a 20 km epic race across open ocean
defied the elements and hpothermia disregarded threats of sharks and stingers concluded months of training attracted hundreds of Speedo-clad swimmers
defied the elements and hpothermia disregarded threats of sharks and stingers concluded months of training attracted hundreds of Speedo-clad swimmers
Cottesloe beach was crammed with onlookers to watch Aussies of all ages test their vulnerability in open ocean and shipping lanes
Cottesloe beach was crammed with onlookers to watch Aussies of all ages test their vulnerability in open ocean and shipping lanes
At the end of the race, Jarrod the winner, with a clasic Aussie golden smile said: "At about 16 km the swell sort of picked up a bit in the middle...
At the end of the race, Jarrod the winner, with a clasic Aussie golden smile said: "At about 16 km the swell sort of picked up a bit in the middle...
 it wasn't too bad but the last 2 km it just felt like it kept going and going and going..."
it wasn't too bad but the last 2 km it just felt like it kept going and going and going..."
21-year-old Jarrod Lawford swam the 20 km distance in 4 hours and 29 minutes.
21-year-old Jarrod Lawford swam the 20 km distance in 4 hours and 29 minutes.
When they asked him why he chose this challenge, he just laughed, happy he didn't meet any 'Mr shark' adding:
When they asked him why he chose this challenge, he just laughed, happy he didn't meet any 'Mr shark' adding:
"Sunny countries are not for people who don't seek adventure, don't have a funny bone in their bodies, a fire in their hearts."
"Sunny countries are not for people who don't seek adventure, don't have a funny bone in their bodies, a fire in their hearts."
People lost in dark, believe that an intellectually written synopsis about the purpose of life can make us better.
People lost in dark, believe that an intellectually written synopsis about the purpose of life can make us better.
People lost in yellow haze know you have to feel it, just like the warm sun on your face.
People lost in yellow haze know you have to feel it, just like the warm sun on your face.
It has to touch you in some way just like the setting sun at the end of the day.
It has to touch you in some way just like the setting sun at the end of the day.
It has to provoke an emotional reaction, the radiating warmth of the yellow haze...
It has to provoke an emotional reaction, the radiating warmth of the yellow haze...
let yellow embrace you, see how more alive you become...
let yellow embrace you, see how more alive you become...

Yellow is the colour

to describe my place

yellow fever

sunshine

every day


Bright yellow sand

changes to mellow yellow

once a sizzling wave

touches the shore,

stepping on something hard

ouch

a spiky yellowish shell,

he picks it up

laying it gently

in her palm.



A hint of sea breeze

a sweet smell

of bright yellow frangipani

keep that summer feeling

going

even in the late

golden

autumn days


Whipping up

homemade

rich yellow

ice-cream

their

hands

their

mouths

sticky

full of mango

taste

and of each other.


A summer sun

in those vibrant

yellow shades

from morning

to evening

from pale yellow

to yellowish

hellowish red.


Yellow dress

on a golden

heavenly tanned

woman's body

golden earing

sparkling

in her long blond hair,

those tropical nights

yellow sparkles

in his eyes

sudden need to get up

and cool down

in dark

under the distant

pale-yellow moon.


A tiny yellow ray

finds its way

into their bed,

silky sheets

underneath

hot bodies

moving

passionatelly

unaware

of another

bright yellow

sparkling day.


Looking up

at

the slowly

diminishing

golden clouds

reflecting

yellow power

of the sun

lost under horizon,

she shivers

in the incoming dark,

he is gone.


Went back to mines,

up north,

where sun shines

even more,

another type

of yellow fever

catches him on.


"Don't leave your destiny

in the hands of others,"

she mutters,

closing down the blinds

ignoring

the mellow yellow

of the full moon.

There is one question

she doesn't know

how to answer,

the question

of deep yellow magnitude:

"Is the sun that never ceases to shine

a double edged sword too?"


Another yellow sparkling day,

dark yellow birds

visiting the garden,

the lovely honeyeater

is a regular caller

now too.

Feeding on yellow

grevilleas,

melaleucas,

acacias

and kangaroo paw,

any flower

thas has a tubular shape

containing

golden

yellow

nectar

nectar heaven,

golden yellow heaven

is her own

alone.


Powerful,

threatening

yellow

of summer bushfire

living

in a middle

of hot yellow

desert

the smell of smoke

she always think

about

what she would take with her

if

she needs to run...

a torch with a yellow beam

of light

to keep her

on a track at night.


She is the happiest

having enough time

to walk in sunshine

absorbing

this yellow light of life.

Life is

what you make of it,

work hard,

play hard,

be passionate

and love

what you do.

Yellow fever

catches you too....


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Peggy W 4 years ago from Houston, Texas

Amazing poem and with the storyline running on the right side under each beautiful photo, this is two stories in one. Thanks for answering my question with such an interesting and beautiful hub. Voting it that and will share!


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carolinemd21 4 years ago from Close to Heaven

Beautiful Beata. You have wonderful artistic expression.


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Charlu 4 years ago from Florida

Wonderful poem with beautiful pictures that reflect your words so incredibly.


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DanaTeresa 4 years ago from Ohio

Absolutely beautiful. I was instantly and completely lost in your words. Coming from a spaz like me that says a lot. Thank you for a few moments of yellow beauty


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pinkhawk 4 years ago from Pearl of the Orient

Such a nice place to live in. I was captivated by your words and how those words sway in delight. Thank you for the idea! ^_^


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for the right question asked in the right time, Peggy, but you have plenty of them, if I have only enough time to answer them all:) Was thinking about it last evening but it was too late so I went to sleep and night gave me the answer:)

thank you my fellow hubbers, one of those poems written on a spurr of moment, woke up in the middle of the night and typed it quickly down, because in the morning it would be forgotten:) There is one more thing I have to add next to my pictures so the meaning of the yellow power has more sense:)


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Parks McCants 4 years ago from Eugene Oregon U.S.A.

I'm touched by your account of life's emotional ups and downs, as you ponder the trade-off of quality time and sacrafice; we all must endure in our quest for a happy peacful ballance in our existance. The emotion is palatable.

Well writen, thought provoking! Voted up! ...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you Parks, always good to hear from you, happy to get your 'thumbs up':)


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kjrzeek1 4 years ago from New Jersey, USA

Thank you for your wonderful words and pictures. I want to visit Australia before I pass on. It is on my bucket list to snorkel at the Great Barrier Reef. I have benn to Hawaii and it was wonderful, but Australia is such a mystical place.


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MelChi 4 years ago from Cape Town, South Africa

This is breathtaking, your words and images compliment each other beautifully. Great hub!


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Minnetonka Twin 4 years ago from Minnesota

What a wonderful collection of lovely poetry and beautiful photos and captions. I could live in the moment of the poem and feel and smell the journey in your words.


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hirundine 4 years ago from Nelson, B.C. Canada

Day-glo greens,

emerge from mud browns and grey.

Crisp yellow grass

turn chartreuse, within a day.

Lichens, moss and fluttering moths,

all awake for this season’s stay.

On muddy hillsides, rocks with piney coniferous trees

jig-saw their way up through snow clad peaks.

Following tracks of ridge and vale,

succored by the mountain’s hidden creeks.

Valley’s bottom; river’s way, pick’s up flow

toward the sea. Fed by melting snows, rain and sleets.

Early season spiders seeking space

to plant their webs, race across my kitchen floor.

Ants barely awake, a nest to build.

Try to enter under the backdoor.

Looking for sugars to feed the queen,

making trails so others may find; their spore.

Ducks, geese and birds of feather, bound for tundra’s summer weather;

mud flats, lake’s edge, mountain’s eyrie.

Reclaimed by nature for her summer’s dress, twelve weeks will see it past,

days light start to shorten. As spring’s sweet aria,

of rain. Dwindles into parched land, lazy cloud.

Of summer in July and the land of Columbia.

.... well, not entirely my best effort? Yet thirty minutes over coffee, made me write the poem that had been on my mind for a few days. .... Cheers! Jamie


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Night Magic 4 years ago from Canada

Voted up and awesome. What a lovely poem and pictures. Made me feel for a few minutes like I was there.


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diogenes 4 years ago from UK and Mexico

Really beautiful, Beata. I lived there so know how you feel...guess you could have used gold, too.

"For me, i'm living in a shroud of gray,

Chick that gave me lovin' jes gone away!"


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

What a great poem, Jamie, can't compare with you, I need it good night sleep for mine:)

Dear 'diogenes', just give it another try, even gray can change to a 'pot of gold' if not in reality at least in our mind:)

Thank you my fellow hubbers, happy I made your day...wear yellow today and smile:)


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Kulsum Mehmood 4 years ago from Nagpur, India

Very Very nice.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Kulsum and have a great day:)


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hirundine 4 years ago from Nelson, B.C. Canada

Beata

"What a great poem, Jamie, can't compare with you,". ...... bosh! But hey, nice of you to say so. Keep it up, "flattery will get you, everywhere"! ;-] Cheers Jamie


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

"selling me 'very cheap' Jamie, not every woman lives of flattery you know...poems are one of those things... too close and personal piece of writing, you can't really compare two authors neither you can compete who is better and who is worse...I really like your poem, I couldn't write like that, the same you can't write like me:)...no one is better or worse off...just different:)

Cheers my hubber-friend, happy to exchange and share our poetic thoughts:)


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hirundine 4 years ago from Nelson, B.C. Canada

Sorry Beata, humour does not translate very well over the internet? Does it? .... rock on, sister! Cheers!


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coffeegginmyrice 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

Yellow is my favourite colour! I love the pictures too!


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jill of alltrades 4 years ago from Philippines

Wow! I wish I could also describe my place in poetry. I love the way you wrote this and your photos are beautiful!

By the way, yellow is my favorite color and I even wrote a hub about it.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Humour is always good on internet or otherwise:) You know, it takes me time to get it, this way or other with my 'foreign English' ha,ha...I was joking back anyway, I am not so easy to offend, I hope so anyway:) Keep on rolling...Jamie:)

Thank you my fellow yellow hubbers...yellow is the way to go:)


girltalksshop 4 years ago

Your poem is enlightening and full of adventure. Beautiful pictures and great way to share the region where you live. : ) Voted up!!


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joanveronica 4 years ago from Concepcion, Chile

Really beautiful! Voted Up and (of course) beautiful! It looks all so easy when one reads your work. I bet it isn't? Anyway, congratulations!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers for stopping by and leaving your heartful comments, it is actually easy, dear Joan, maybe because I love creative writing so much...once my mind is filled up with images to the point of overflowing, I have to sit down and write them down, quickly, otherwise it lost forever...but believe me, my family hates that creative side of me,

it takes me away to the place, they can not follow me, so I have to limit myself....


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CassyLu1981 4 years ago from Spring Lake, NC

Wow, that makes me what to live where you live! Sounds wonderful! I'm not sure if I could describe where I live like you did. Then again, where I live isn't as beautiful either! Voted up and all that!!! :) Thanks for sharing!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I am sure, Cassy the place where you live is beautiful, just take off your 'black sunnies' and put on the 'rosy ones'...beauty lies in the eyes of beholder, you know:)


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Denise Handlon 4 years ago from North Carolina

This is a beautiful response to Peggy's question and I voted it up and awesome. I will be sharing this and adding it to my own poem / response to her question: 'Daughter of the Universe' as a link. Thanks for the beauty this morning here in the U.S. :)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear Denise for acknowledging my 'little yellow poem in words and images' so highly, it is just one of those poems you feel like writing one Sunday lazy afternoon wholy emraced in a yellow haze from slowly setting sun...a poem about evertyning and yet nothing in particular:)


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kj force 4 years ago from Florida

Beata..thank you for the wonderful tour of your country..I visited Australia as a young girl..it was like no other country I had ever seen, country was absolutely" au natural".. If I was to write a poem about where I live.."it's green and hot,but a very nice spot to lay one's head, enough said"


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Very well said, dear fellow hubber, green is preferable colour for the most people, green represents nature we can not live without:) Happy you stopped by and hopefully you visit me again....


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Olde Cashmere 4 years ago from Michigan, United States

Lovely writing Beata, it really captured my imagination and made me feel like I was there. The more poetry I read on hubpages, the more it guides me to pursue it more. Thank you for inspiring me as well as many other writers. Voted up, awesome, and beautiful (:


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber for your encouraging comment, I don't even know I can call it poetry, I just open 'my mind and my heart and let the words flow...'...just try it and you discover 'another you':)


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Matthew Weese 4 years ago from Auburn

That's a good poem.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Matthew, it is the only way I can express myself in poetry and if it works, nothing can worry me:)


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Nora411 4 years ago from Chicago, IL

Beautifully written poem! Love the way everything comes to life with each word! Voting up and beautiful!


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Matthew Weese 4 years ago from Auburn

I reside in my dark and dismal mind, fashioned out of the archives of past times.

I hold no recollection of the grand,

I am a poet trapped inside a man,

With broken wings I fly,

On broken legs I stand.

Someday to remain in infamy.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, my fellow hubbers for your kind and beautiful responses, we are all richer for expressing our creativity:)


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janeenjesse@yahoo 4 years ago from Rensselaer NY

Love your writing. Thanks for sharing this with all of us on hubpages. Joanne Kathleen Farrell


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Joanne for your beautiful comment, very happy that you have found some time to stop by and your stay 'in my yellow haze' was worthwhile:)


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DDE 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

Incredible pictures and so well described I am very impressed by your lovely presentation and how you described the place in a poem thanks for sharing this Hub voted up!!!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for voting for me and all the best, my dear fellow hubber, with your hubbing, living and loving....love Australia so it is easy for me to describe it in bright colours:)


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shruti sheshadri 4 years ago from Bangalore, India

really powerful writing! strong emotions and a wonderful message conveyed..I like the thought process in it :)... beautiful, sharing!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much, Shruti, I haven't written anything new for some time, but your kind words encouraged me to keep writing, my next hub will be dedicated to kind fellow hubber just like you:)


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Gary Holdaway 3 years ago from Sleaford, UK

This is beautiful, honestly. The poem and the pictures are absolutely amazing. I hope to do a hub like this one day soon, I just hope I can find the time, hopefully you'll check it out and give me some tips when the time comes! I sincerely thank you for your follow as well!


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agaglia 3 years ago

great way to do this with two stories running simultaneously. interesting and good.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers for finding time to stop by and leave such nice comments:) I understand very well the pressure of time, though...starting new job soon so have no time for writing either:)


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ReneeDC1979 3 years ago from Gaithersburg, Maryland

Great question and poem! This makes me think of my trip to South Africa - I never even thought to write my "traveling experiences" in poetry - I'll get back to you with a poem!!!

SOUTH AFRICAN LOVE - A poem

Early morning riser

South African love

She

The sun

Gives me a taste of beauty as the wildlife strokes my leg

Lions and tigers and bears Oh My

Well just the lions anyway

Is this living?

What is your name?

Mandela

46664 is your new name

A freedom fight

This prison man told me your story on Robbens Isle

I never knew

The world never knew

But you know

Is this living?

Mama please Mama

The African Village would say

Books for my sister

This doll I made just for you

Five dollars and a soap

Please mama

Is this living?

Back home – time moves back – jet lag – America sleeps

South Africa never stops

Is this living?


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Beautiful, there is so much you can express in few poetic words, don't you think? Thanks for sharing and keep hubbing and travelling:)


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ReneeDC1979 3 years ago from Gaithersburg, Maryland

Yes Beata Stasak - I agree - I mean this is just the tip of the iceberg - but the more I wrote - I was like wow - i mean i can put so much of my life and experiences into poetry - This was one of the best hubs and ideas I have seen so far! Keep hubbing!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Renee, you are very kind:) All the best with your hubbing:) B


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Nora411 3 years ago from Chicago, IL

Wow amazing poetry! It makes me want to go there and experience the sun and sand! Also lovely photos :) Voting up and beautiful!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Nora, the place I live in and choose to be my home makes my heart sing:)


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DrJez 3 years ago from Narara NSW Australia

Loved it. The pictures you post suit your pieces beautifully! Voted up!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Dr.Jez that you allowed yourself to be embraced by my yellow haze:)


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carolinemd21 3 years ago from Close to Heaven

Gorgeous. I would love to live where you live. Sounds like heaven. I always love your philosophical comments on the photos along with your poetry. Beautiful! :)


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Caroline, there are so many places around the world that touch our souls, we have to all find our own 'garden of eden':)

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