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Charlie
Look down
You'll see a criminal
Look up
You'll see a god
Look right at me
You'll see yourself
You'll see a criminal
Look up
You'll see a god
Look right at me
You'll see yourself
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
I have this page a day calendar about criminals. It has stories and quotes about famous bad guys. Charlie Manson is one of the most famous.
A Blessing...............
worlds away but not that far
we seek to appease our soul
enter through the door ajar
a 'wai' greets us whole
as we sit upon our place
the scents do attract
time is placent not a race
our demeanor is in intact
i gaze upon the walls
dressed in history
i ponder on the calls
ripe with entity
ancient music stirs my heart
takes me far from here
delivers me to the start
a beautiful dance i do revere
cloaked in ornamental dress
to a tune i am immmersed
a rythmn that does bless
the spirits of the verse
our senses are alive
in more ways than i know
and the people who do strive
to make our evening glow......
we seek to appease our soul
enter through the door ajar
a 'wai' greets us whole
as we sit upon our place
the scents do attract
time is placent not a race
our demeanor is in intact
i gaze upon the walls
dressed in history
i ponder on the calls
ripe with entity
ancient music stirs my heart
takes me far from here
delivers me to the start
a beautiful dance i do revere
cloaked in ornamental dress
to a tune i am immmersed
a rythmn that does bless
the spirits of the verse
our senses are alive
in more ways than i know
and the people who do strive
to make our evening glow......
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
Kathy took me to a local thai restaurant .........
Noble decade- the 60s
In a City
Never dark
Walls flowing aglow with gas
People walk around
Lost and found
Their all neon
On a street
In a window
The woman waits
For her next mate
Its getting so late
For the hand of fate
She's just neon
In a room
In a flat
A tv plays out
A Model with the
Latest ad
In her sixties clothes
Her body glows
She's pure neon
In a hotel
On a Plaza
On a bed
They both come together in lust
The only thrust
That they can trust
Is the neon...
Never dark
Walls flowing aglow with gas
People walk around
Lost and found
Their all neon
On a street
In a window
The woman waits
For her next mate
Its getting so late
For the hand of fate
She's just neon
In a room
In a flat
A tv plays out
A Model with the
Latest ad
In her sixties clothes
Her body glows
She's pure neon
In a hotel
On a Plaza
On a bed
They both come together in lust
The only thrust
That they can trust
Is the neon...
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Posted: Jan 2020
About this poem:
Late night has led me to another 'vague scribble' i consider worthy of sharing with you...in the 60s as a kid, i remember in the city our lives at night were ruled by neon; neon ads, neon signs in shops.... in fairgrounds, everywhere...no led or halogen back then!... so this scribble came to mind- a vision of a neon blazing night in an anonymous city and random abstract scenes of life within it-
Survival of the Oldest
The ladder slid,
The ladder fell,
The bike it had no brakes.
A car pulled out,
In front of him,
He swerved into my lane.
The Beetle steered,
Off to the side,
I followed in a daze.
I hit the brakes,
They hit the floor,
He flipped the blade and glared.
I bent my knees,
Upright I stayed,
And landed ‘tween the rungs.
I flipped myself,
And threw the bike,
And hit the ground a runnin’.
I hit the brake,
And jerked the wheel,
A doughnut in the ditch.
I followed blindly,
To the side,
The passing semi missed us.
I swerved and turned,
In front of traffic,
And circled ‘til I stopped.
I told him put,
The knife away,
To my surprise he did.
So keep your cool,
And don’t give up,
There’s always one more chance.
Just use your head,
Don’t lose your wits,
You can be a survivor.
The ladder fell,
The bike it had no brakes.
A car pulled out,
In front of him,
He swerved into my lane.
The Beetle steered,
Off to the side,
I followed in a daze.
I hit the brakes,
They hit the floor,
He flipped the blade and glared.
I bent my knees,
Upright I stayed,
And landed ‘tween the rungs.
I flipped myself,
And threw the bike,
And hit the ground a runnin’.
I hit the brake,
And jerked the wheel,
A doughnut in the ditch.
I followed blindly,
To the side,
The passing semi missed us.
I swerved and turned,
In front of traffic,
And circled ‘til I stopped.
I told him put,
The knife away,
To my surprise he did.
So keep your cool,
And don’t give up,
There’s always one more chance.
Just use your head,
Don’t lose your wits,
You can be a survivor.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
If life were a game, age is how you would keep score.
HONESTY - SABE another of the 7 teachings
HONESTY - SABE
Long ago, there was a giant called Kitch-Sabe. Kitch-sabe walked among the people to remind them to be honest to the laws of the creator and honest to each other. The highest honour that could be bestowed upon an individual was the saying "There walks an honest man. He can be trusted." To be truly honest was to keep the promises one made to the Creator, to others and to oneself. The Elders would say, "Never try to be someone else; live true to your spirit, be honest to yourself and accept who you are the way the Creator made you."
Long ago, there was a giant called Kitch-Sabe. Kitch-sabe walked among the people to remind them to be honest to the laws of the creator and honest to each other. The highest honour that could be bestowed upon an individual was the saying "There walks an honest man. He can be trusted." To be truly honest was to keep the promises one made to the Creator, to others and to oneself. The Elders would say, "Never try to be someone else; live true to your spirit, be honest to yourself and accept who you are the way the Creator made you."
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Thaes are the true teachings of my peopleSeeing Her
Seeing Her,
The recognition of true Connection,
Gentle Touch,
Light and beauty in Smile,
Whole Body alive with
enthusiasm for this meeting.
Joy, Exhiliration, Expectancy,
What Wonders
does the next touch Reveal.
The recognition of true Connection,
Gentle Touch,
Light and beauty in Smile,
Whole Body alive with
enthusiasm for this meeting.
Joy, Exhiliration, Expectancy,
What Wonders
does the next touch Reveal.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Wonder and joy of love"paper or plastic"
“paper or plastic”
it never really mattered what she wore
eyes like that belied her mind
come in close and look behind them
no flies on this one
natural beauty don’t need no making up
high school prom or formal banquet
mowing the lawn or shopping for food
jeans or skirts or a bathing suit
no matter, no one paid attention to her attire
whether prada shoes or sandals
the devil wasn’t in the details
clothes don’t make the woman
mama always knew but didn’t want to say
honey, you’d look in a trash bag any old day
it never really mattered what she wore
eyes like that belied her mind
come in close and look behind them
no flies on this one
natural beauty don’t need no making up
high school prom or formal banquet
mowing the lawn or shopping for food
jeans or skirts or a bathing suit
no matter, no one paid attention to her attire
whether prada shoes or sandals
the devil wasn’t in the details
clothes don’t make the woman
mama always knew but didn’t want to say
honey, you’d look in a trash bag any old day
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Posted: Jan 2010
Post CommentHeaven sent
A gentle breeze
Whispering to the trees
Just as I hear your voice
The warmth from your breath
Blowing on my ear
Feathery tickle
Upon my cheek
Sensing your eye lashes
As you blink
Inhaling
I smell your scent
Warmth from your embrace
Bliss deep within
Sense of contentment
No longing for another thing
But to be held
Within your grasp
To breathe
The air you breath
Gaze upon your stars
Oh what sweet longing
What a blessing
You truly are
Whispering to the trees
Just as I hear your voice
The warmth from your breath
Blowing on my ear
Feathery tickle
Upon my cheek
Sensing your eye lashes
As you blink
Inhaling
I smell your scent
Warmth from your embrace
Bliss deep within
Sense of contentment
No longing for another thing
But to be held
Within your grasp
To breathe
The air you breath
Gaze upon your stars
Oh what sweet longing
What a blessing
You truly are
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
To all the earth angels xx
I'm Not Trained In The Art Of Losing You
How many times I tried to let you go
It must be an impossible thing to do
Were we never meant to be darling can't you see
I'm just not trained in the art of losing you
I'm not trained in the art of losing you
So I sing to you once again
But what good does it ever do
My voice is always lost in the wind
If I should always be alone
You know my heart will never turn to stone
And the devil doesn't have the right to grin like a fool
Just because I'm not trained in the art of losing you
It must be an impossible thing to do
Were we never meant to be darling can't you see
I'm just not trained in the art of losing you
I'm not trained in the art of losing you
So I sing to you once again
But what good does it ever do
My voice is always lost in the wind
If I should always be alone
You know my heart will never turn to stone
And the devil doesn't have the right to grin like a fool
Just because I'm not trained in the art of losing you
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Posted: Nov 2017
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MY FUTURE HUSBAND
TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND
I will be your ground
Supporting you in every way
I will be the shoulder you lean on
In every hurtful situations
I will wipe away your tears
In every heart breaking moments
Your dream will be my dream
Your happiness will be my happiness
I will stand by you and be with you
You will never have to worry
My loyalty and love
Will only be yours
I want us to be as close
As sealed lips
Every time you are forced down
I come up to meet you
And in the middle
We find our bliss.
I will be your ground
Supporting you in every way
I will be the shoulder you lean on
In every hurtful situations
I will wipe away your tears
In every heart breaking moments
Your dream will be my dream
Your happiness will be my happiness
I will stand by you and be with you
You will never have to worry
My loyalty and love
Will only be yours
I want us to be as close
As sealed lips
Every time you are forced down
I come up to meet you
And in the middle
We find our bliss.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
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