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like some
of the ancient mysteries
i just want
to be
everything to you

like the
hanging gardens
live in
your mind forever
the ancient
mystery love

you are
one of
the seven wonders
once i saw you
i loved
what i saw

like a garden
filled with fruit
endless love
a fruit
that fills
you forever
the oldest
mystery love

Against a Cumbrian sunset statuesque,
In slanted beams she beckons me to grace,
Breathtaking views, the ink of nature's desk,
My heart to pen a smile upon her face.
Majestic jagged hills oft' touch a cloud,
Stooping to the lakelands deepened soul,
Penrith wraps our Love in scented shroud,
Sweet English rose, my Irish heart you stole.
Blinded by the beauty that surrounds,
None more fair than her pale countenance,
I on her blowing tresses place a crown,
To celebrate our close poetic dance.

Fond moments that I dream can't come too soon,
When yonder we will kiss to nature's swoon.

No famous last words, do I need to speak,
I've spoken them already in life,
No more tearful attention, I wish to seek,
For I dread all this idle strife.
My fatherly advice will always carry on,
Long after I stench the cold clay,
Visible in the lives of my daughter and son,
In their hearts forever, to stay.
I wish you all well, I had my chance,
For regrets now, it's much too late,
My entire life reduced to a backward glance,
Like a warrior, I accept my fate.
I bid you all adieu, my poetic friends,
My pen now to mourn on a shelf,
The time is nigh for life's rhyme to end,
Hit the switch ! ..or I'll do it myself !

Happy holy birthday Jesus,
wishing you a Merry Christmas,
Bless my family in poetry corner,
From those i know and across borders!

Tonight i praise my Holy Father,
God of Isreal and the Saviour,
Holy , holy , holy be thy Name,
for now and forever the same!

Thank you for guidance,
Our Holiest Spirit,
and tears of joy i shed,
and paint this place Red!

Tonight we are as one,
Poetry member each and everyone!
I share this special dedication,
with my poetry family contribution.

Bless the world and save our souls,
May our hearts never grow cold,
May the spirit burn with divine love,
we share and greet with grace from above.

Amen ...Amen thy holy day we celebrate,
Amen...amen thy name we say today,
Amen ...amen with every man , woman and child,
Amen ..amen ...Merry Christmas one and ALL !!!

Twinkle twinkle in the sky
So many flowers
Floating high up in the sky
I see all the colours of the rainbows
As they gently float on by
These beautiful flowers in the sky
Make me wanna cry
Tons and tons of flowers
If only I could fly
I would Lay flowers in your arms
For you will always be my flower in the sky

Ahead in thought there lies a door
Through which I dare to pass
It says "Come take the step,go through,if you search for
even more"
But as I near the entrance bright,I feel the need to pause
For once I go beyond that door my life will never be
the same, I shall be free...of mankinds's faults and negatives
that govern you and me.

Within that door I dare to dream
of worlds with difference clear
that offer newness to behold,matchless dreams that draw me near.
Here are found no common things, described as "used to be"
Only thoughts that promise change
but shared by more than me.

I would make all new,leave the old,dream of better things
Take up the challenge to rise above on higher thoughts as wings.
For I fear not failure,not live to please
the crowd that shares this world
Among them all there must be one who hears the call like me

Walls must come down,rules can dissolve
replaced by open minds
that take the place of all we knew
and shared with all mankind
So join with me and take the step
step through that open door
for there we find the very thing
the world is searching for.

Life is either hell or heaven for me, and, astoundingly, I discovered that I, decide moment to moment what my experience will be...

For instance, the point was driven dramatically home to me, when, years ago, a defence attorney who was extremely hostile to me in court, finally lost his battle to get his client off the hook,
We wearily trudged towards the exit-door, and I happened to be just behind him,
He paused, turned around to face me, and very graciously held the door open for me to exit first,
Astounding and decent as that act was, it was nothing compared to what I saw in his very alive, very aware and very educated eyes,
His message, albeit unspoken, was this:-
‘The battle is now over fellow-brother, I did my best to defend my client, so, it was necessary for me to attack you and vilify you and attempt to discredit your testimony, but, its over now, the jury has spoken, my heavy task is done, I want you to know that I bear you no grudge, and ask your forgiveness for the vicious manner in which I assaulted you...’
Wow! Unless you’ve had a similar experience, you cannot imagine the feeling that welled up inside me,
My tight chest immediately opened up, way-up, and all the pent-up negative energy just evaporated,
And my hell was instantly inverted and I entered my sweet heaven,
I looked into his eyes, and my unspoken message to him, was:-
‘I fully understand now that you did what you had to do, absolutely no hard feelings, indeed, instead I send you all the love I can muster! Thank you dear fellow-brother, that through your grace, you showed me the door to heaven...’
Since that day many years ago, I’m still growing in applying that lesson,
Every day, every moment, I remind myself to enter thru the doorway to heaven, and to give hell a miss...,
This is greatly facilitated, by my making conscious eye-contact with my fellows, and, most importantly by directing my being to speak with its ‘heart’ and not with its ‘head’...,
Thus, head-to-head, I enter hell,
But, heart-to-heart, I enter heaven...

As I eat my bacon sandwich
I contemplate the leader board
so many jewels await me
which one shall I first peruse?
shall I take them in list order
or jump about from one favourite
to another out of so many
There's M.M a delight to read
or café so droll and clever
Spartacus's love poems
TruroRob always a surprise
dear Joy her words so fine
Chrissie with fiery words
Martina never the same
Sophia a true delight
yes these and many more
I sit and sip my coffee
knowing no matter where I start
I will have un-endless gems
to inspire me through the day

As I lie in bed listening to the rain
Falling softly
The raindrops beating a soft melody
like a drum on the rooftop
The curtains fluttering in the breeze
Softly thru the open window

My arms instinctively
reach for you
And I find only a cold and empty space
Where you used to be

As the rain and the wind increased their symphony
Bringing it to a crashing crescendo

I snuggle deeper under my blankets
You
are no longer there
To wrap your warm arms around me
Or to whisper sweet nothings in my ear
The rain reminds me
that you are gone

Not much to tell..
I wear a hat.
One day I was walking
down the street, or
mabey the street was
walking down me..I
can't really remember.
Anyway, my story goes
something like this:
Some guy approached me
on the street wearing a paper
bag over his head with two
holes punched out for eyes..
He was some kind of prophet
with long white hair and a
beard
He leaned on a long walking
stick, and wore flip flops from
Wall Mart
He extended his arm and pointed
right at my face
Then he drew a deep breath, and
screamed at me, 'Ye shall write
poetry on a dating site for 112
years.'
I was devastated!
Who was I to argue in the
face of such authority, for
such a being as he must
have been sent by God.
I fell to my knees and wet
my pants as I often do, and
I begged this divine messenger
to tell me his name.
He paused for a moment and
then bummed eight cigarettes
from me
Standing there chain smoking
one cigarette after another he
coughed, and said, 'My name is
Jack the Joker, and I was born
in Blowsville, a small town northeast
of southern westville.'
'I was sent by the gods he said, and
you are my contact.'
Then he took my wallet, credit cards,
and all my clothes
I stood naked in the heart of the
city wearing nothing but my cowboy
boots and hat
He said I was of the remnant, the lucky
chosen few to write poetry, and that
my mission was not to screw it up.
I asked him to annoint me and he
responded by putting a lit cigarette
out on my hat.
He said, 'That I had just recieved the
highest honor in the annointing
business.'
I felt exceeding blessed and then
he said that for my final indoctrination
he must kick me squarely in my
privates
I did not feel worthy, but I let him
drop me like a bag of dirt as he
chuckled and then spit on my
cowboy boots
He then hopped in a cab, and
flipping me the bird, yelled back,
'Remember Jack the Joker!'