Visiting Words and Pictures

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Thank you to the dear friends who have recently been on a journey with me through the Art Adventures in the Australian Collection, Words and Pictures, Queensland Art Gallery.

It has been a great pleasure to show you the poems and stories with the art and share my passion for art and poetry, in an enormous 3D picture book.

I have greatly appreciated your feedback and support.

All the art in the pictures is from the Queensland Art Gallery.

For More information QAG

Also to be part of a special grandparents day event (suitable especially for parents, grandparents and children) OCTOBER 28th  Book Here

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Point of View Poem

I love looking back through the vaults of online poetry on my blogs. Sometimes I rewrite the pieces. Other times I connect with the ideas to write something completely new.

Ripple Poetry

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To take the point of view of a curtain fig tree
or a wallaby
I become part of the ecosystem
and see myself a part of it
not the ruler of it.

To take the point of view of a refugee
coming by air, or boat
from a camp or via an escape however they can
I see common humanity
and that fate could place me
there but somehow I was
given a home here through my
migrant mother marrying one
with citizenship.

To take the point of view of the
woman with her hijab hassled
in the streets because she represents
what some people fear makes
me wonder what I would feel and do.

To take the point of view of someone
who truly believes they are better
than me because of their colour
because someone told them so
and they were surrounded by others
who believed…

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Hot Air Balloon – Art Adventure Begins

Ripple Poetry

Yvonne Koolmatrie’s Hot Air Balloon, Queensland Art Gallery

Climb on board, dreamers and travellers
Whoever you may be, take a journey with me.

Feel the woven textures beneath your feet.
Smell the Murray River in the weave.

Take yourself to the balloon’s edge
Feel the breezes through the sedge.

Touch textures of the air as we fly.
Sense the depth of sky below.

Search the windows that we pass
for the dreamers beyond.

Ask yourself, Am I afraid?
Or am I brave?

Sense the strength of angels
Ignite reconciliation’s flame.

(c) June Perkins

This poem is currently on display at Words and Pictures, Queensland Art Gallery and viewable as a pdf

Quiet: Contemplating the Collection

Embrace the Australian Collection as a place of quiet contemplation through poetry, drop-in drawing and calm living meditation.

Words and Pictures – Drop in Daily

Ongoing | Galleries 10 – 13 | Free
Discover a…

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Beyond Prejudice


Image: Shirren Lim, Flickr

I refuse to see myself
through your eyes
to let your lens
become my disguise.

I won’t give in
to its stereotype.
I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.

You strip me back
to my bones
classify me
by skin tones.
I am more than my skin;
If you look deeper
you could be kin.

I cut you adrift
deflect the hurt
you sought to give
so I can simply live.

After I have healed
from your slight
I send out a light
to shade us both.

I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.

(c) June Perkins

First Blogged  Ripple Poetry, May 2018

I Choose Love

I choose love, not hate;
I hear Martin Luther King knocking at the door.

I choose poetry, deny so called fate
I hear so many poets as they roar.

Maya Angelou says, ‘be the rainbow
in someone else’s cloud.’

I am a rainbow and I forgive, but still call
for injustice to be ploughed.

Mahatma Ghandi shows people how to resist
with non violence, so I wage peace not war;
I don’t wait for it to come knocking at the door.

I read ‘Abdu’l-Bahá’s Paris Talks
and picture when he brings Louis Gregory to the table
and makes acceptance more than a fable.

Actions always speak louder than words
but words have power
that can be absurd
or turn humanity into
a soaring bird.

I choose for my children
more than debate.

May they educate
illuminate, radiate then eradicate
prejudice forevermore.

I dream we’ll walk through unity’s gate.

June Perkins