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Not far away, in a pretty town, ‘twas uncanny

Lived the Butler of some repute, and the Nanny

She who could cook up many a tasty feast

Her pastry, pies, and rice dishes not the least


The Butler, as always he answered a knock

In his best bow tie, his head he would cock

“Coffee, tea or milk” he’d ask those who came to visit

“Come, take a seat, here at table” he’d politely insist


Miss Amber and Master Jack often came by to play

Ready to paint or to sketch, they’d spend mostly a day

As well Master Jack liked to sing, drama was his want

While Miss Amber was a dancer, her love,  en pointe


Clever Little Miss and astute Little Master,

Always knew the Butler could avert disaster

And when his index finger was raised above

They both knew it was time to listen, and behave



The Butler and the Nanny loved birds in their garden

If Zak the cat stalked them, he’d not get a pardon


Birds large and small searching for grubs to eat

Zak was only allowed to watch from the window seat


That Little Miss she’d scold Zak if birds he chased

To kill such beautiful creatures would be such a waste


While Little Master instructs Zak “give mice a chance”

They’ll freeze or shiver when Zak takes a glance


Dressing up in costumes and acting out stories galore

Was drama Master Jack, Miss Amber, loved to explore


Of course, she always wanted to be a royal queen

He preferred to fight monsters in nearly every scene


Such a musical family, they love dancing and singing

With mummy on piano and daddy guitar-a-strumming


Master Jack dreams one day he’ll join the family band

But for now he and Miss Amber join in, hand in hand


At night when daddy, mummy finally arrive at the door

The Butler serves a snack, to their delight and more

So tired and weary after several hard-working weeks

Just to sit down, relax, and is all every grown up seeks


*Dedicated to my grandchildren, Amber and Jack, who inspire me to join them in the most fantastical dramas* 

Poetry and Artwork Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory.

All Rights Reserved 9 May 2019






























My latest painting:

Birds At Home In The You Yangs


Birds in the You Yangs


The Magpie and New Holland Honeyeater are native to the You Yangs

The You Yangs are a series of granite ridges that rise to 319m above the Werribee Plain approximately 55 km south-west of Melbourne, Australia.



*The above painted image is Copyright © to Anne Frandi-Coory –

All Rights Reserved 30 October 2017

51cm  x 76cm acrylic on canvas


Jack Skyrider And His Dragon 


 Painting and Poem Jack Skyrider And His Dragon  Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory

-All Rights Reserved 21 December 2014

 Painting Jack Skyrider And His Dragon  1.017 x .510 Acrylic on canvas


Read my poem *Jack Skyrider And His Dragon

Dedicated to Jack Cathro









Toward the cross they walk

children of the damned

tell me, whatever did they do?

They were born, that is all!

Their mothers were unwed

Oh! shame  Oh! horror

quickly, hide them away

work them to the bone

Pictures of Virgin Mary

paragon of motherly virtue

displayed on workhouse walls

reminders to the decadent

Each and every fallen woman

must atone for her sins

never mind the babies born

and dear fathers not to blame

Or else find a saintly mother

with hand-me-down love

hand-me-down clothes

and never spare the rod!

So much better to die young

with souls so wickedly black

in the eyes of the Church.

Baptism? No, it’s not for them!

Malnutrition, disease and sickness

wracking endless little bodies

sacrifice, blessing in disguise!

says Sister in her black and white

No need to call a priest

his prayers, they’ll be wasted

on such insignificant mortals

who’ve never known God

In no Christian churchyard

will they rest in peace

not even a pretty shroud

to cover up their innocence

Haunting skulls with black eyes staring

broken amongst the dirt and grime

blooming white angel flowers

nature alone dedicates a shrine

Poem and Painting  Toward The Cross They Walk  Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory –

All Rights Reserved  20 October 2014

Painting by Anne Frandi-Coory: Acrylic on canvas 90cm x 60cm 


Read my poem  *Toward The Cross They Walk




In memory of those long lost and forgotten children in Catholic orphanages and other institutions,  and mothers who had their babies taken from them, including my mother, Doreen Frandi.


Read more here about TUAM MASS GRAVE


Lucida Mansi sold her soul to the devil………find out more……..


Nexus 4 Nov 027

Silhouette in Bagni Di Lucca


Painting and Poem  Silhouette In Bagni Di Lucca   Copyright  To Anne Frandi-Coory –

All rights reserved 4 November 2013…..

Painting by afcoory –  acrylic on canvas 100cm x 75cm


Read my poem *Silhouette In Bagni Di Lucca




Dedicated to my great grandmother Raffaela Marisi Mansi Grego (Greco) -the Mansi name probably originated in Saxony. Mansi ancestors moved to Italy as wealthy silk traders when Italy was ruled by Germany.

Read more about the origins of the Mansi family name: My Fascination With Italian Surnames


The Family Tree


Painting and Poem The Family Tree Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory

-All Rights Reserved 12 July 2013

Painting by afcoory – acrylic on canvas 50cm x 76cm


Read my poem  *The Family Tree




[ Painting and Poem Dedicated to my grand children: Sara, Jordan, Jude, Gabe, Skye, Casey, Jack, Amber ]




Jacob’s Bridge Across Time


Painting and Poem Jacob’s Bridge Across Time Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory –

All rights reserved  27 March 2013  –

Painting acrylic on canvas 60cm x 91cm



Granddad, oh how could you leave
before I had time to question?
A child I was too young to grieve;
where have you been, what have you done?

Oh yes, your diary I have read
how you travelled and how you learned.
But there’s so very much left unsaid
from your own lips I long to hear

Along countless streets you have walked
in this fair country and in that.
To many people you have talked
alas, not to the woman I’ve become.

Across vast oceans you have sailed
such a brave soul to take on such.
Through hardships and illness you’ve prevailed
and gave me life through your son

So many if onlys I have in mind
of what we could have discussed.
I’m so sure, granddad, we’re of a kind
kindred spirits still in touch

A bright future you handed down to us
leaving Lebanon’s snowy mountains
where cedars hug like green cumulus
your little village nestled safely within.

Fat grapes clinging to their vine
olive trees abundantly grow there.
For that fertile crescent did you pine
and the family you left behind.

I see you walking across the bridge of time
and I imagine we’re holding hands
what a journey that would have been
sharing together, life’s shifting sands

Listen to the AUDIO 


Hi, happy to discover your blog. Just read your poem, ‘Jacob’s Bridge Across Time’…a wonderful tribute it is.   Greetings from India… 🙂  Maniparna Sengupta Marjumder 

Dedicated to my Lebanese grandfather, Jacob Habib El Khouri Eleishah Fahkrey (Coory) as I remember him:



The poem Jacob’s Bridge Across Time was published in: The Australia Times Poetry Magazine, Volume 4, Issue 24.

Also published in DRAGONS, DESERTS and DREAMS  in 2017 : Read reviews Here





Reach For The Stars, Little Girl Reach for the stars, little girl Don’t ever settle for anything less Chubby face ‘neath a cheeky curl Saucer eyes everywhere glancing Sweet Amber, you have a beauty so rare Like a jewel that warms and delights As well with a squeal, a smile or a tear You bring happiness wherever you go From a plump little infant you will grow Into a svelte teen, so pretty, so sassy Out of pinks, frills, ribbon and bow To worldly wise; a rose set to bloom Like a refreshing breath of cool sea air On a blue sky’d hot summer’s day You’ll blow away stuffiness lurking there In any winter heart or mind downcast Smiling dimples astride cherub bow lips Oh how they’ll tease, tempt with a pout Many a suitor; he’ll enthral with his quips Romantic and clever to steal your heart A goddess armed with feminine guile Should never be underestimated tho’; You’ll whisper soft words to calm, inspire But within those veins fiery passion flows A beautiful mindset, determination not to lose No mere glass ceiling could ever impede Your climb to the top of whatever you choose So go ahead and reach for the stars, little girl © To Anne Frandi-Coory 2 Jan 2013 - All Rights Reserved

Reach For The Stars, Little Girl



Painting and Poem Reach For The Stars, Little Girl  Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory 

-All Rights Reserved 2 Jan 2013 

Painting by afcoory: acrylic on board


Read my poem  *Reach For The Stars, Little Girl

Dedicated to Amber Cathro




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