POEM by Susan Mehr


To thee,
I write,
A poem,
To sing,
Mere words,
That mean,
One song,
One heart,
One voice,
One dream,
A heartfelt,
A theme, Unbeseen,
To thee,
From me,
A poem,
To share,
Only your heart, can see.







PERFECT by Susan Mehr.

Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
cherry red lips, and eyes that glow.
Hair black as night and skin white as snow,
an infectious smile, my heart overflows.

Lying in my arms, looking into your eyes,
your dazzling glare, you mesmerise.
Cooing, comfortable in natures cradle.
Out first glimpse loving and playful.

Breathless, my first time cradling you,
playing our first game peek-a-boo.
Eyes darting about like a bumblebee,
I answer back I’m your Marmee.

You’re everything my life has tried to find,
alluring beauty redefined.
Last Autumn flower blossoms in the shadows,
A rare beauty my enchanting Desert Rose.

I promise you, knowing how much it means,
I love you, I will never leave.
I’ll be there for you, to inspire, to be,
Whatever’s in your destiny.




GRACE by Susan Mehr

Step! Two three and again
step two now – turn around

voice receding
centrifugal distant tracking
rhythm rises
drum  …  beat
light deepening


‘No! … Back in we go.’
‘But … I can’t!’
‘Don’t worry, I’ll lead.’
‘I’m like a Hippo in a tutu!’
‘At least you’re my Hippo!’ 🙂










CHEEZE by Susan Mehr

Little boy, big voice, having fun, cheeky grin.
Stepping out, he chose, emerging, his first win.
He displays bravery and courage also discipline.
He is never flustered falling in a tale spin.

Adjustments, three wheels instead of two.
Redefining success he must do.
Proud he’s an Aussie Kangaroo.
Setting out to impress that’s his cue.

Focus to inspire and achieve.
Wearing emotions on his sleeve.
Winning his race to believe.
Spins his web in his own weave.

Rosie cheeks his face in a blush.
His hair matted, messy, unbrushed.
Not wanting to spend a lifetime hushed.
Anchored hence lingers through life unrushed.

Breaking every rule
To inspire, his fuel.
Besides, he is nobody’s fool.
Obstacles. ‘Heem-Star*.’ Overrules!

Lets ride like the wind, he is the fast one.
Amidst the action, leaves nothing undone.
Legs peddling focus on what he can do,
out there to win, a real Aussie true-blue.

Helmet off centre, now it begins,
etched in his face a glorious grin.
A bowling ball set free crashing through duckpins.
in contrast he’s no timid country bumpkin.

People applaud, left and right.
Flying past them on his bike.
Good heavens what a sight.
Safety first for his plight.

Devoted people, giving their all.
Giving up their time, having a ball.
Captivated, he kept them enthralled.
For they’re the flower’s protective sepal, after all.

Pointing the camera, ready I aim.
He adopts a pose, fame is his game.
“Cheeze,” he shouts, sharp and slick.
I apply pressure, then a click. 🙂



Published by Geelong Writers Inc. 2017.



Solace by Susan Mehr


Sometimes when nothing makes sense …
… is when it makes the most sense.

Rain soothes quenching the thirst as
Anger burns, fiery sunsets dipping beneath the horizon.
Idealism develops philosophy itself.
Nature, the power, mysterious and infinite.
Bravery, strength. Mastering my domain.
Obstacles conquered. Travelling my path.
Wisdom gained as thinkers leap into battle.
Sky transforms, purity displayed.

Each day lingering in the heavens.
The sun’s rays fall playing in a moist mist.



Smile by Susan Mehr

Alone she sits, an empty shell in a silent place lost within. Time passes while cradling a mug of coffee, enjoying the aroma’s embrace, plunging to sip at a dark bitter taste. Loneliness screams, motivation lost, furthermore a blank canvas awaits the colours of spring. A sardonic smile she gives, burying the pain of a solitary life.

Birds tweet, on a branch above, not only a mere tune, but experiencing the music content and happy. Brushing against her, a cat purrs a welcoming hello at the same time a chorus of leaves rustles in the breeze. Buzzing bees adds to the symphony lured by the sweet fragrance of flowers framing the landscape. Opening her eyes again, refocuses she does. A simple smile given with a nod. A stranger’s priceless gesture, the touch of hope.


Smiles, glints of joy,

priceless, incalculable,

humbling and kind.


Beneath the house is a tennis ball I’m failing to reach.

A sacred space, a different world a house wife will never breach.

Filled with nasties I cannot bear.

Spiders as such, a terrain, I will not share.


With a broom stick, the tennis ball I try to tap,

reaching in as close as I can, there’s still a hefty gap.

Spiders eyes staring back at me.

The terror, the pain, I’m trapped, I’m never free.









SCAR ~ revised


SCAR By Susan Mehr

Scar is being born different. A rough road to travel.
However travel I will, for there’s no reason to finish first.
Elements make me unique, ripping at my confidence.
Courage, bravery, beckons, so together with pride I stand tall.
Never settling for what I am. I endeavour, to strive, and triumphant for something I can be.
Therefore, I become strong, only to stand proud.
My smile is true, my heart is pure.
Conquering weaknesses. Victorious over defeat.
I’m human. I’m equal. However I shout louder than others.
Humbled I live with imperfections, thus the only way to attain perfection.

This is who I am.
This is me!



Many years endured, fearing fear itself as well as summoning courage addressing pain.  My body numbed for this reason tormenting horrors resume.  Travelling inside the dimensions of the inner mind escaping reality were adventures exist.  Quests taken, fought with danger.  Perilous journeys I dared for one thing searching for a champion, my liberator possessing the power and strength second to none.  I yearn in honour of compassion’s touch for there’s no tears left to cry.

Then a hero born with strengths untold.  Standing tall, paralysed with fear I shouted out.  “No”.  I stare at the ground no more in addition head held high I faced my fears.  “No!”  I repeated.  Demons silenced.  No fear left to feed upon.  My Courage prevailed.

In essence, life’s journey taken believing in the faith of a single ember of the fire that rages within, unleash the storm and to the hope in the end I’ll travel destiny’s road.


Night becomes the dawn
trust in hope be relentless
truly find the way.


A simple giggle

causing faces to crease

bellies a jiggle

let us all feast.

Sound of happiness

will not restrain

balance out sadness

let laughter reign.

Tee-hee’s fills the air

as the infection spreads

as far as east is to west

giggles descend everywhere.