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Nicky

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About Me


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I am happily married with two grown up, smashing children and two grown up, great step-children. I am a Psychotherapeautic Counsellor, and worked in Primary Care until recently. Before that I taught Physical Education to 13-18 year olds. I specialised in Modern Dance and produced yearly stage shows, which I also performed in.
I am currently writing lyrics to add to my catalogue, as well as poetry to add to my anthology. I am also working on a children's story and have high hopes for it's eventual success. It is part of a trilogy called: ARCHIE'S ADVENTURES IN AVIA. The first story is: THE SONG-SHELL TRUTHS, and is a magical, fast paced woodland adventure for children of all ages.
ARCHIE'S SISTER DAISY IS TAKEN INTO THE DARK FOREST
MY POEM TITLES


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My Interests



NORTH WALES WHERE I LIVE - FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND DOGS

When we are in a state of being where we are open to life and all its possibilities, willing to take the next step as it is presented to us, then we meet the most remarkable people who are important contributors to our life. This occurs in part through the meeting of our eyes [MySpace messages]; it's as if our souls instantly connect, so that we become part of a life together at that moment. J. Jaworski.

I CARE FOR THE EARTH

I LOVE TO GARDEN

I WORSHIP THE MOON

I BELIEVE IN FAIRIES

Meaning is at the core of the creative process of storytelling... When it is our own life story we are telling or a story from our lives, we become aware that we are not victims of random and chaotic circimstances, that we, too, despite our grief or feelings of insignificance, are living meaningfully in a meaningful iniverse. D. Metzger.

I'd like to meet:



ALL OF YOU - People with similar interests to mine. People who love life, are kind, and have an open mind. Writers, artists, musicians looking to collaborate on song writing. Creative folk of all ilk.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born...

ARTIST'S IMPRESSION OF ME, BY KIM (MADWOMAN).

THE BRILLIANT ARTWORK OF GARY MARK TRENCHARD
(See below).

Music:



MY FAVOURITE INSTRUMENT TENOR SAX

Influences: Nina Simone, Joan Armatrading, David Gray, Dido, Beatles, Billie Joel, Natasha Bedingfield... Poets all.
Currently into Joss Stone, K T Tunstall, Amy Winehouse. Adore anything written by Gershwin.

Movies:



The Last of the Mohicans, High Noon, The Firm, The Age of Innocence, The Colour Purple, Mystic Pitza, Some Like it Hot, The Apartment, Harry Potter films, The Piano, Alien-One (and only No.1),The English Patient.

Television:

I watch some reality TV and other Person Centred stuff. Good, pithy drama too. Frasier, Red Dwarf, The Young Ones.

Books:



To name but a few: Trilogy: His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman.Snow Falling on Cedars, Miss Smilla's Feeling for Snow, The Curious incident of the Dog in the Night. Jonathan Livingston Seagull, The Cruel Sea, Katherine by Anya Seaton, The Clowns of God by Morris West. The Life of Pi. The Tibetan Book Of The Dead. Conversations With God by Neale Donald Walsh. Anything by Margaret Atwood. If You See Buddha on The Road Kill Him by Sheldon B. Kopp. Anything to do with Counselling.

Heroes:



Nelson Mandela, Benazir Bhutto, Joan of Arc, Jeremy Irons, Brigitte Bardot, Joan Baez, Jesus Christ, DaLai Lama, Doris Lessing, Rudolf Steiner, Krishnamurti, Shirley Maclaine, Carl Rogers, Emily Pankhurst, Stephen Hawking, Mother Teresa, Neil Donald Walsh, Gandi, John Lennon. William Shakespear, Jean Shrimpton, John Keats, Leonardo da Vinci. Philip Larkin. Sylvia Plath. Robert Louise Stevenson.

My Blog

Poem LIKE LIZ

This poem was written 20 years ago. I am now happily married, and have been for 18 years. But, all that time ago, when driving into town one day, I noticed, on the rear window of the car in front of m...
Posted by Nicky on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 04:15:00 PST

Poem: LET ME

LET ME   Let me be your Emmanuelle BĂ©art, your armour suited Joan of Arc, your wet dream of early morning, your purple-heart in the mirror. .. You are my biggest drummer boy, my thinking woman&...
Posted by Nicky on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 10:54:00 PST

Poem: LOLITA

LOLITA You took me for morning coffee& downtown, in Canford Cliffs. The rum babas were unforgettable, syrup drenched and sticky, cream in their centres, cherry to perk, like a cherub’s breast...
Posted by Nicky on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 08:16:00 PST

Poem ADVERSAY

ADVERSARY   Brooding brown eyes, lies flicker under dark lashes  provocatively lowered, her petulant, pouting lips, touting for husbands. .. You sashay across the road, on red patent spike...
Posted by Nicky on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 09:20:00 PST

poem: TEACHER TEACHER

TEACHER TEACHER Girl. Me. I’m wearing a teacher’s hat. How can that be? ... School. Register. I’m addressing the class. How can that be? ... Pinch. Giggle. In the staff room for tea...
Posted by Nicky on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 07:22:00 PST

Poem FIRST LOVE

(This poem is set in 1967. The descriptive wording is therefore reflective of that period.) ............................................................ ...................... FIRST LOVE Cigarette sm...
Posted by Nicky on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 06:12:00 PST

Poem: GREENER GRASS

GREENER GRASS     There were always going to be attractions. Such tempting yummy-mummys, lots of thirty-somethings in action. And the daddy-bear hunks, in trunks, in tennis gear,  the...
Posted by Nicky on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 10:21:00 PST

Poem ICE MAIDEN

ICE MAIDEN The terrible winter of 1947, famous for blizzards and for ice, for deep-freezing temperatures, for hardship and skinny mice, gone to ground&. with voles, with badgers; even the pesky m...
Posted by Nicky on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:47:00 PST

Poem HIGH

HIGH We hiked across Exmore, left Wellington town to the toffee-nosed kids, and headed away on that sunny day in May. .. The bottles in your rucksack clinked, a Beaujolais and a Chablis, plus two l...
Posted by Nicky on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 05:22:00 PST

Poem: LEAVING FOREVER

LEAVING FOREVER When you told me you were leaving forever, Lisa Stansfield was singing Poison, and the smell of burnt toast was in the air, still, after two days of wafting.  I turned the radio ...
Posted by Nicky on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 10:16:00 PST