A Quiet Light
Reflections of a peaceful home in winter in the New England countryside.
OPINING TRUTH...LBF
Peacefully protesting copyright 2/17/22
Love Note (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
The poem tells about the delusion of love versus the reality of love. It gives two scenarios - one in which love was heard as being present, and another in which love was actually felt.
The Arctic Tern
My reply to "seagull" Note: This poem is strictly metaphorical. I've met someone here, already....
while we are at it
coupla bear jokes..
In Prospect of Venus
musing on the solitary man
Took a peek
Could happen to you too
Of Viggo Mortensen the Man ...
Viggo's words which hit home with me were part of an interview on https://www.viggo-works.com/index.php?page=3210
The Mighty Men Of Moley Moley
Once upon a time there was an imaginary land With imaginary women and imaginary men And long ago when I was a little boy this is what an old man told me He told me about the mighty men of moley moley They were like super hero's stronger than He
WHO DA G.O.A.T?
Please don't fault the messenger of Truth.
Joe
What good are all your millions Joe, if you have to pee and you can’t go!
Under the Zenith
the road to Casablanca
THE UNKNOWN
So,we live in a world where nothing is true, all you ever thought, well, its not real, its your imaginary you, Hitler was never here, we don't have a history, nothing to fear, so, they wipe out the past, reinvent it all, we don't have a say, it's the
Once A Week
I can't travel to a far away land But I can do online shopping once a week I'll never get a chance to sing with a country band Nashville will never call me to come and live on easy street I can't go out on a date with a rich woman if you know w
Sound of time
Just in my mind at the moment....
Starlink
simulation on the website looks exactly like it really looks, anyone else seen them?
DATEE
sent by male to femininely delicious woman, accompanied by flower image....
Misson's vision
Reading about pirates, oh arrr
Dream Girl
For my Love who love me Back
OVERMELT
If the only true mercy ever shown to Man by the fates is Woman isn’t her “Otherness” vital? Or are our offspring to be an amalgam of a sort of Me and Me? rather than We? Must she become another mere He a dwarfed duplicate of mascul
Feminine & Strong
Just my sentiments after observing and noticing online ... noting some contradiction b/w their common battlecry script and their behaviour/choices...
Swinging of the thurible
I've only ever attended one Catholic Mass that I can recall, I like the ceremony not that I fully understand it, perhaps in these days we lack rites and ceremonies
Nothing
I think I should write about NOTHING, cause today, I have NOTHING to say, and NOTHING is more than its parts, it can ease or break many hearts, NOTHING means such a lot, you either have or you have not!, And NOTHING plays such a part, NOTHING can't g
EDIT TIME
How can it be that humans must spend half their lives re-evaluating what they received from those who adored cherished and would even die for them? How was everything so efficiently whitewashed that humans did not know they were not what
Its not dinner.
How would you write the story of life? Without being stabbed, with a knife, how would you say, its not that real, something you can feel? You can't.. it' impossible, its not that real, hide behind protective layers, thats what we do,,, thats our pray
BIG? BROTHER?
He's our big brother, what he says goes, he loves us more than anyone knows, everything he says is always true, when he wants your opinion, he will give it to you! What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this
SNAP JUDGEMENT
Milan Springtime Twilight From my window I see four men formally suited with raised fists and open mouths My camera is set One finger prods one shoulder one foot advances I ‘CLICK’. All those in the street have turned toward
A part of me
My inner child
The road to Killybegs
So many Irish on this site, why not write of the Emerald land??
No words
Daddy wont you keep me safe, daddy wont you keep me safe, Im only two, I depend on you, daddy wont you keep me safe. Daddy, please dont walk away, daddy stay with me today, daddy dont go, I love you so, daddy please, dont you know?
Cheers mate
That's ma word Give thanks I give thanks for you And you and you and you And yes you too And oh yes, giving thanks for me too This thanks more than just a positive vibration This thanks bursts banks of any negative situation So Thank you ve
WORDPLAY
If from sleep I awaken I'm alive If I never wake up again I'm dead - which however I cannot experience I think this is unfair and to offer Death its fair share of existence I now rename ‘Life’ ‘Death’ At last I can enjoy the '
Contains Quinine
Tonic water and Cuba
Life in dreams
Sometimes i really don"t want to wake up.....
THE PERSIAN PETARD
In a Tehran hotel I asked for a room “a small one if possible please” A young man with keys escorted me up a couple of flights selected a door and went in He told me the price and concealing my shock I decided on saving my face by requesting
My eyes are brown not blue
I think I was in 7th grade when I wrote this poem. I always wanted to have blue eyes I always thought they were so pretty. But I knew I was beautiful inside even with my brown eyes.
CREDULIBILITY
l am informed that our sun’s journey will take umpteen to-the-power-of-umpteen millennia to reach the ‘constellation of Hercules’ which will have departed long before I get there I learned this from a monkey You question my sanity? Th
Tropical Splendour
This is my signature piece of writing, as conveyed in the last three paragraphs: "At such moments alone with nature one can feel a strange unity .with everything around. Unity that is so strong and overpowering that one loses consciousness of one's individual self; one has no consciousness of time and space but only of that moment - the infinite eternal NOW. One's consciousness seems to merge with a deeper consciousness of the unity of all things in nature and the cosmos. One experiences an awareness of a deeper reality that is impossible to describe in words. One makes contact with one's cosmic roots in a dimension where time and space are irrelevant. It is the synchronisation of one's consciousness with the absolute and ultimate reality of the cosmos." As a young boy, around nine or ten, I used to love to be in the sugar-cane fields in my native tropical island, Trinidad. I got a natural high, being dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and listening to the sighing of the sugar cane leaves as they swayed in the breeze like the waves of the ocean. I felt that Nature was speaking to me, transporting me to another world where I connected with my cosmic roots, becoming part of the unity of all things.
Yup
Make up u mind
SAFE CONFESSION
Hear the greatest cretin in existence who has taught himself Want not Have Purpose not Gratitude who has longed for Other not Here Then not Now who has betrayed principles concocted artifices instigated machinations contrived ambush
Memories
Not all memories are good
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Yes I'm bored but managed it :)