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24.01.2022 At home with the flu experiencing so much self love. Here is my poem MY REAL BLOOD IS LOVE Having faced my own self hatred, I now feel my self love so much deeper. Beautiful child in me, who is me, I’m looking at you with eyes of love.... All I want to do is hold and cuddle you. Compassion is gripping my heart, for all you’ve missed out upon. My jaw is soft with tender words, the adoration I speak to you. My lips are plump and full, from singing to and kissing you. My eyes are shining and smooth, for I see who you truly are. My chest is tender and huge, from love bursting out of my heart. My feet are planted on the ground, for, in feeling so much love, I want to be here now. My fists have let go their battle. Now my arms are reaching out, claiming miracles, and endless possibilities. For love is all around; I feel it so deeply; love for my inner child, love to and from spirit. I feel the love of spirit In my every in breath, I feel the love for earth and us suffering humans, In my every out breath. So grateful I am to have found my own sweet love. It is my real blood, It’s flowing and healing me. Penny Hayes Sept 19 If you like my poem please share it with your friends and for more poetry visit my website pennyhayes.com.au See more
23.01.2022 LOVE GUARDIANS We yearn for love, like a flower the sun, the desert the rain,... the baby a lullaby. We yearn to be seen, and adored for who we are. But somehow along the way, this yearning gets twisted, Into a need for anything that makes us feel good.; money, popularity, power. Black coal, false gold. All bribes for abundant love. But true love comes from being together, from caring and helping each other from sharing our vulnerability, from bonding and intimacy, from friendship and loyalty. This is the love that ripples out and heals; the drop of water that becomes the ocean, the flicker that becomes the flame, the seed that grows into the flower, the tiny breath that becomes the wind and brings about such change, that the planet is made number one, and we become her love guardians. Now we can truly love ourselves. Penny Hayes Jan 2020
20.01.2022 Hi. I wrote this at the AGM of Womens wellbeing association. The best A.G.M I've been to. Such a deep circle, such enthusiasm, newness, friendliness and good food. For WWA The future looks good; I can feel another poem coming on! I have been so prolific lately. It's a joy writing them. More poetry on my web www.pennyhayes.com.au xx
20.01.2022 How good it was to have my son and soon to be wife Lauren turn up out of the blue for my poetry performance party. Felt like crying. Fitted in well with him playing the flute to introduce the flowing of water for my poems on water and feelings. Felt so blessed
20.01.2022 What an incredible women's weekend i've just had with Lyza Saint Ambrosena. A highlight was receiving a channelling from Lyza where In a past life i was an Arab... who tended his animals in the desert. He died in a sandstorm and was buried alive without the essential ritual and blessing from his family. The guides gave me back my lost family energy. So incredible that in my book Journeying Through the Elements I'd written my favorite poem (see below) on loneliness and being alone in the desert and sands of time. It made me cry. Reinforces how much we know and how spirit is always with us. Do you experience such things? Please pass this on to others and let's join together and make an even bigger bush of oneness. If you would like more poetry please look at my website pennyhayes.com.au or come to Penny's Favorite Poems on Dec 1st Here it is. ONE BIG BUSH A plant all alone sits in the desert. No rain, no love, It should be dead but strangely isn’t. It hangs on and on, resiliently surviving. It waits for what? This plant I know is me, my loneliness calling out through the vast desert to all the other lonelinesses. Soon there are plants in rows, being there with each other, each understanding loneliness, feeling no shame, only love, nestling into each other, sending out tendrils, to become one big bush, each leaf a sister or brother, hung on the bush, thickening it, as loneliness’ separation shape-shifts into oneness’ companionship. Penny Hayes Dec 16
16.01.2022 So exciting to be talking about and reading my poetry tomorrow. If you get a chance join the Feminine Connection facebook group and you will be royally entertained at 10am
15.01.2022 A poem for today I picked from the Air section of my poetry book Journeying Through The Elements So helpful to me at the moment See more poems in my web [email protected]
15.01.2022 Hi friends I will be at the Brisbane Mindbody Spirit festival Friday morning, Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning. Come and see me. I will be with other authors showing and selling our books, Tell your friends, It's so exciting!. It's Stand G18
14.01.2022 I feel proud that today something I've been struggling with came to a head, i faced and purged it and this is exactly what today is about as astrologist Babula Clement posted, which i just saw now. See below for my poem. ONE STEP AT A TIME I’m taking care of my fear. settling my jangled nerves, calming my strangulated breath,... caressing my thumping heart, gently massaging my foggy brain, tenderly wiping my sweaty palms, reassuring my shrinking trembling cells, getting my feet back into the ground, whispering gentle words of love, and doing so again and again, without impatience or judgment. For I am innocent. I’ve just been triggered. My neocortex has gone off line, and I simply can’t think straight All I have left is my limbic brain, with my child traumatised and afraid. But as I stay with and settle her, she begins to unwind and breathe, colour comes back in her cheeks, and the light into her eyes. Now we’re smiling, smiling, holding hands together, walking through life, one step at a time, feeling the ground under our feet, and the wonder of our senses. Penny Hayes Oct 19 See more
14.01.2022 It's world poetry day so yes surprise surprise a Penny poem THE LONG AWAITED RETREAT Agitation regurgitation. Must we swallow all the crap down yet again?... Oh the nausea of conforming, the blood pressure of worrying, the diabetes of being too sweet, the cancer of not firming our walls, the heart attack missing love’s beat.. Oh the joy of the retreat, away from old thinking and being; the rejuvenation, the release, the reclamation, the relief. Don’t come out till you are ready, ready to step the new long awaited path, where there’s a smile in your dancing feet, truth’s powerful song pouring out of your mouth, and your soft flower nestling in your fertile heart. Penny Hayes March 2020
10.01.2022 Nothing more important than shining our light Here I read my poem Dust Turning to Gold which so helped me remember this
10.01.2022 A poem I wrote to remember and honor all those who couldn't see their family on Christmas day LOVE BEYOND A MERE DAY You know that moment when you’re feeling fine, then somehow you’re not.... Your heart, open and wide, suddenly feels pain rushing in; pain of missing loved ones on this Christmas day, pain of not being able to touch their sweet faces, pain they're far away, pain of buying into the social construct of happy families round that Christmas tree. Well love has no day. It comes and visits in any time or way. So I open my heart even wider. My loss crosses time and space, to become love for me and family, and the whole world, united. Penny Hayes Dec 2019 See more
09.01.2022 My poetry party was the best ever. Below are some pics courtesy of Rhonda Ohlson. I couldn't ask for more than rain to get me in the flow. My son AhVa Dub and partner to arrive and surprise me. My husband Pete to present me flowers in front of everybody for our 47th wedding anniversary. Me to have so much fun doing strange movements and sounds. And such good food and company. WOW!
09.01.2022 What a blast my poetry party was. I especially enjoyed the audience participation. Here is my friend Claire Siertsema playingMiss Impatience
07.01.2022 Have just done an interview with Louise about me and my poetry. Had a lot of fun. Much meandering. Have a listen.
06.01.2022 BLOSSOMING OUR FLOWERS Brown cloak of cloth, hands gentle and long, face open and warm, ... my guide stands, safe and solid. I feel so joyful and connected, as I listen to his message. Of earth, wind, and bud, you are the bard. You mould the earth, with, your writing fingers and thumb. You are the gardener, pruning the weeds and thorns, encouraging the flowers, to grow and fully bloom, Your words are simple and true. They ask everyone to open to love, to let their unique flowers blossom,, to fill the dark fear-based abyss with flowers, and bless the world with beauty and light.. Penny Hayes March 2020
06.01.2022 A poem for all those far away from their family at christmas LOVE BEYOND A MERE DAY You know that moment when you’re feeling fine,... then somehow you’re not. Your heart, open and wide, suddenly feels pain rushing in; pain of missing loved ones on this Christmas day, pain of not being able to touch their sweet faces, pain of buying into the social construct of happy families round that Christmas tree. Well love has no day. It comes and visits at any time. So I open my heart even wider. My loss crosses time and space, to become love for me and family, and the whole world, united. Penny Hayes Dec 2019 See more
05.01.2022 At my poetry performance, son Ahva in full form, calling in the ancestors to bless my Earth poems.
04.01.2022 The earth is in my heart
04.01.2022 Our inner little children are always happy together. And here is a recent poem where I bring back my little child to joy as does my friend Sandra A DIFFERENT WAY OF COMING BACK Sudden rain frightens me. It makes no sense, as I fly into panic again.... I want to run and run , but I’m trapped in this house. I try all ways to ground, but to no avail, for the fear is all pervasive, and with it the shame, that I’ve lost myself again. But there could be a different way, where I love my frightened child, where I kiss her every toe. What a beautiful way to ground. I hug her in my tender arms. What a beautiful way for her, to find her heart, I rock and sing to her. What a beautiful way to thaw out. I caress her face and eyes. What a beautiful way for her, to find her smile. Till eventually she is back, back and ready to play. My love has grown for her, as has hers for me on this glorious day. Penny Hayes Feb 2020 See more
