I Cried A River Over You


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I cried a river over you

For years and years and years

Until all the tears had dried up


The river bed is parched ground now

Dying a slow death

Yet yearning for life

Yearning for tears

But my tears won’t come


You come

In my dreams you come

As lovely as a spring flower

Coloured with colours of hope

Inside though, a stubborn, cold heart

Within a wall of leaden silence


But my tears don’t come

The river bed is parched ground now.  



Copyright © 2016 Irina Dimitric




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Same- Sex Marriage and Marriage Equality

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The following observations and ideas are intended for the Australian public and politicians who now find themselves in some kind of stalemate as to how to go about legalising same-sex marriage. The Turnbull government has promised a plebiscite, but the motion will most probably be defeated in parliament by those who oppose it, fearing the silent majority will not yield the result they want, as is claimed by pro-plebiscite punters.

There’s a simple way out of this conundrum. It’s a question of using the right words and keep everyone happy.

So, if we use initials LGBTIQ for rainbow people, why not call same-sex marriage “S-S marriage”? Problem solved. No need for a plebiscite. I’m sure no one would object. This is how I see it:

~ Same-sex couples get the word “marriage”, which they so desperately want, while heterosexual couples retain their four- thousand- years-plus right to the unadulterated meaning of “marriage”, which is a union between a male and a female of the human species.
~ The term “S-S marriage” describes clearly that it is a union between two people of the same sex. Before the law both institutions are equal, but they can never be equal biologically for the simple fact of nature that an “S-S marriage” cannot produce a baby without the help of an individual of the opposite sex to theirs. This is crystal clear to anyone with even a modest amount of common sense.
~ A marriage certificate should therefore reflect this reality. Nothing changes for heterosexual couples. The certificate for traditional marriage is just as before, a Marriage Certificate, whereas the other one should bear the title “S-S Marriage Certificate”.
~ No minister of religion, rabbi or imam should be forced by law to marry S-S couples. There are plenty of marriage celebrants happy to conduct a civil marriage ceremony.

To my mind this seems to be a simple solution which embraces diversity without upsetting the apple cart.

PS., I feel like I’d chosen the wrong career – I should have been a politician. I would have created a new party, the Common Sense Party. But, as I am now a senior of advanced age, I can only live in the hope that someone in the political arena, someone endowed with common sense, of course, will read this post and see some merit in my ideas. Let us never give up hope in human ingenuity and goodwill!


Copyright© September 2016 Irina Dimitric

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Daffodils – Cinquain

~To celebrate the First Day of Spring in Australia, September 1,  I cannot but sing praises to the pretty daffodils in my garden.❤

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stars descended

from the sky; twinkling on

they bring a spark of heaven down

to earth


Happy Spring to all the inhabitants of the Southern Hemisphere!❤


Copyright © 1 September 2016 Irina Dimitric

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Daffodils – Haiku in French and English

Voilà le Narcisse trompette qui trompette à tue-tête dans mon jardin, annonçant la nouvelle saison.
The Common Daffodil or Narcissus pseudonarcissus in my garden announces the new season with its loud trumpet.

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Un coin de jardin
Etoilé de narcisses
Parfum de printemps

Starry corner
In the garden
Daffodils dance


Wishing everyone a great week ahead!❤

Copyright© August 2016 Irina Dimitric

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Are you a Galanthophile? Or perhaps a Lexophile?


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Are you a Galanthophile? Or perhaps a Lexophile?

“Oxford Dictionaries Online’s word of the day a few days ago (sign up here) was galanthophile, which means ‘a collector of, or expert in, snowdrops’, Galanthus being the genus name of the snowdrop. The first part of the word comes from the Greek word for milk, γάλα (gala), and so, interestingly, does the word galaxy, which, more precisely, is from the Greek for ‘milky circle’ or ‘milky one’. Originally, galaxy referred to the Milky Way alone; according to the OED, “The existence of galaxies as separate systems analogous to and outside of the Milky Way system was proposed in the 19th cent. but not proved until the first meaningful determinations of the distances of galaxies by E. P. Hubble in the 1920s.”. The classical Latin lact- meaning milk, is related.” (By courtesy of The virtual linguist.).

Most interesting! Now let’s come back to ‘galanthophile’.

The second part of the word means ‘lover of’ or ‘enthusiast for’ and comes from Greek -philos, as everybody already knows, and if you happen to be a ‘bulbophile’ like me, then read on.

I admit that I’m neither an expert in nor a collector of snowdrops, but I do love these delicate harbingers of spring. They grace my garden in the month of August and remind me of the advent of springtime in March back in my old home.

Jingle jangle

Snowdrops dangle

Sings the springtime breeze

So long! Goodbye, winter freeze!


But are they true snowdrops? I mean the ones in my garden.

To my great astonishment I discover on Google that the ‘snowdrops’ which grow in my garden are actually ‘snowflakes’ or Leucojum aestivum. You can check out this link if you don’t believe me:


In short, snowflakes (but you can keep calling them snowdrops because everybody does) are much taller than snowdrops and have more than one flower per stem, and I think they are much prettier, as their petals are adorned with a green spot on the end. They prosper well in Sydney and many parts of Australia while snowdrops like a colder climate in southern parts and in New South Wales in the Blue Mountains.

So, having studied this subject in some depth, I can now conclude that I am not only a ‘galanthophile’, remembering the pretty flower of my childhood, but definitely a ‘leucojumophile’ since the snowflakes in my garden put a smile on my face.

And I guess, I’m a bit of a lexophile into the bargain.

What about you? What kind of ‘phile’ are you? Remember, learning new words keeps your brain cells in good nick.

Cheers :) Irina


© Copyright 2016 Irina Dimitric

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Busy Bee


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Aren’t we lucky we are not bees? We can have a rest.

Wishing you all a restful weekend!❤


Copyright 2016 Irina Dimitric

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The Blue Dream

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She’s never seen such a beautiful sight, such intense colours. Only in dreams. This was her third such dream that she can remember. A real jewel. Blue sapphire.

She woke up, out of this seascape dream, in the early hours of the morning, feeling elated, and bewildered by her own subconscious mind which offered her such a dazzling gift. She went to bed late last night and needed more sleep. But would she forget the dream? She didn’t want to lose a dream of such beauty.

“I’ll go through it now, step by step. In my mind.”

There was no question of writing it down. She was too sleepy.

“The blueness of the sea sparkled in the sun. Deep sapphire blue against the pale blue sky. The waves were gently rolling towards the sandy beach stretching from one end to the other of the dream canvas. There were some swimmers in the sea calling out to me to join them, and I did.”

In real life she would have vehemently resisted their call. She absolutely hated the coldness of the water when her warm body was making that agonising first contact with the sea. It would take her ages to get completely immersed, uttering Ohs! and Ahs! at each one-centimetre immersion.

“I just gently slid into the warm water.”

The dazzling colours and the warmth of the sea were with her when she woke up again at midday.

One thing puzzled her, though. How come she dreamt such a beautiful, soothing dream after watching The Bomb on TV last night? Her dream could have easily been littered with exploding giant mushrooms reaching high up into the sky, with raging fires, with humans, animals and plants instantly pulverised into oblivion.

She winked at the clear blue winter sky and embraced the warmth of the midday sun. A butcher bird filled the air with his hauntingly melodious love call.


©Irina Dimitric 16 August 2016

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The Power of Words

WE ARE ALL EQUAL (written in 2011)

For this week’s challenge: write a personal essay, I was going to write about one of my departed dogs or cats, but I got quite emotional as soon as I started thinking about them. So my essay is about new trends in the choice of words in our ever-changing society, and particularly about three words I feel strongly about.

The Australian Labour Party has just voted in favour of same sex marriage. Prime Minister, Julia Gillard, put it to a conscience vote. This has got me thinking: the trend in our society, namely equalisation, has brought about many changes. Ever since the Anti Discrimination Act of 1984, Australians have become wary of committing an offence that could see them pay a hefty fine or serve a jail sentence. Racial and sexual discrimination went out the window, and rightly so. Gone were the days of ‘wogs’, ‘dagos’, abos’ and so on. Out went ‘Mrs’, in came ‘Ms’ – a woman’s status stopped being defined by her ‘Mr”. If she was married, she could choose ‘Mrs’ or ‘Ms’, if unmarried ‘Miss’ or ‘Ms’.

So, if you choose ‘Ms’, you are a person in your own right. Now, the word ‘person’ brings me to my observation that the tendency today is to equalise. Equal pay for equal work, there’s nothing wrong with that, I’m all for it. But this equalisation, however, is sometimes oddly reflected in the language. The word ‘man’, a vestige of a patriarchal system, has been replaced by the neutral word ‘person’. So now we have a ‘chairperson‘ chairing a meeting, and in direct address we use ‘Mr Chairman’ and ‘Madam Chair’. It would seem odd to say ‘Ms Chairwoman’, it sounds too much like ‘charwoman’. It would also be ridiculous to call a’manhole‘ a ‘personhole’ or a ‘humanhole’, ‘ human‘ having replaced the generic ‘man’.

This equalisation is equally ridiculous when an established word used to denote a person of female gender is replaced by a word denoting a person of male gender. It just makes no sense. If we are getting rid of the generic ‘man’ wherever possible, why are female thespians suddenly called ‘actors’? This smacks of the notion that the status of the female thespian is somehow raised by adopting the word which applies to her male counterparts. Very demeaning and discriminatory into the bargain! And it does not follow the idea that one must choose ‘person’, which is neutral, instead of ‘man’, which is sexist and abhorrent. You will argue that ‘doctor’ and director’ apply to both sexes, so by analogy and according to the equalising trend ‘actor’ for an ‘actress’ is not only OK , but a MUST. But why do away with a word that tells me immediately whether the thespian in question is a male or female? The word ‘actor’ for an actress shall never pass my lips. I like the word ‘actress’ – it conjures up the image of a lovable and brave ‘lioness’ or ‘ tigress ‘.

To come back to same sex marriage. Lesbians and gays – that is outright discriminatory. If, in the present climate of political correctness regarding sexism, all thespians, whether male or female, are now ’actors’, then gays and lesbians should get a common denominator. I suggest: ‘gaybians’. Shall we put it to the vote of conscience? By the way, I do not like the way homosexuals have usurped the word ‘gay’ without consulting heterosexuals. I’m definitely voting for ‘gaybians’. What about you ?


As you can see I wrote the above observations almost five years ago. My proposal has never been considered, let alone adopted. Had someone with clout seen some merit in my proposal, today the LGBTIQ community would have one letter less to contend with, because, let’s face it, it is a mouthful.
So GBTIQ: Gaybians, Bisexuals, Transgenders, Intersex, Queers. Ah, but I hear the LGBT community screaming their heads off, they’ve got nothing to do with Queers, they do not consider themselves queer but run-of-the mill humans like the commonplace heterosexuals. OK, let’s leave the Queers alone, they like being identified as Queer. But what about another name for LGBTI people? What about Gender Diverse community or GD? Fewer initials! Or Gender Splendour – GS?

To heck with gender! Who needs gender anyway? Gender just complicates everyone’s life and is the main cause of overpopulation and consequent climate change. It stands to reason that if we want to save our planet, unisex is the way forward. Unisex toilets, for instance, also called gender-neutral bathrooms. In Australia the Safe Schools Program, devised by the finest thinkers of our great land, is right on the money when advocating unisex toilets and discouraging the use of discriminatory words like ‘boy’ or ‘girl’. The time has come to abolish all kinds of sex discrimination and where better to start but at the basics? Let’s build a better future with unisex school uniforms Mao style and unisex toilets. Misogyny and homophobia extinguished with one word – Unisex.

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Unisex should become the buzz word of the 21st century. Unisex happiness everywhere. Freedom from gender oppression will at last be won!

© Irina Dimitric 2016

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Winter Stroll

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Last year I was challenged on Facebook by Anita Stewart to write one poem a day for four days and challenge three others to do the same. This was my poem for Day One:

Winter Stroll

Chilly morning breeze
Chilly nose and chilly cheeks
Woollen beanie greets the sun
Squinting, wat’ry eyes
Blink and smile
At the golden wattle
‘Tis the month of July

P.S., July is the coldest month in New South Wales, and it’s very cold today, only 15 C !

©Copyright Irina Dimitric 2015

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Heaven in a Wild Flower

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in A Wild Flower
To hold Infinity in the Palm of your Hand
And Eternity in an Hour ~ William Blake

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Macrocosm reflected in Microcosm

Let Imagination run free to capture

The beauty and Infinity of the little world

And stand in awe

I, for one, can easily see a Heaven

In the cheerful dandelions in my garden

I can see Heaven in many places

And in many faces

In hearty laughs

Even in half smiles

But especially in laughs after tears

In acceptance of our frailties

In reconciliation in our hearts

In the joy of Forgiveness

Now as forever in Eternity


© 2016 Copyright Irina Dimitric


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