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Traveling the World

I found a place of
divine intervention
The Land of Italy
The Towers of
Sorrento and Capri
So it is, 
I fell in love
with this place
a country so full of grace
Italy with history of war,
volcanoes, earth and sea
People friendly, loving, caring...
Sorrento luring me into 
it's piano bars and night life
fragrances of food
touching my hunger
Onto Assisi, historical buildings 
and Churches meet
A quaint town lines 
cobble stoned streets
Capri almost a country on it's own
an Island in the sea
A rock with a hole 
the "Blue Grotto" it is called
at top a surface quite flat 
they offer coconut drinks
and a cable car spat.

(c) Glen Harris 11/2/2000

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Lo

LOST !


(c) GLEN HARRIS

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Body and Soul

I saw a man,....
with half a Soul, 
half dead,
half alive,
half wanting,
the other half consuming
the drugs of pain,
yet resistance, avoids him,..
engorging.......
the Soul,  the plug of life.
The epitome of existence,
was being destroyed by,..
annoyance of life.
Desecration of the D.N.A. system!
Abuse of the vessel
that proves his existence.
His body,
Without your body,
what does the Soul 
plug into?
where does the Soul go?
once the body has 
been desecrated,
and left Soul less, 
how does it communicate
without the body?
how can the body 
communicate ................
without the Soul?
It took time to desecrate
the Soul and make it half.
it will take time to
awake the Soul, to it's 
original state.
Your Soul in your hands,
your Body it's Temple.

© Glen Harris March 2011

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If,

If, the sun never shone
again it wouldn't be as bad
as not seen you for a day

if,  the sea dried up
and all that was left was salt, 
rub it in my wounds,
for even pain,
would not compensate for the loneliness
I feel without you.
you are my shah
you are my angel
you are my life
you are my love


If I didn't have your love,
life would be miserable
my love, the wall  that separated
our world has fall 
just as the Berlin wall fell.
You are all I have in this world,
A Breath from the mouth of God.

(c) Glen Harris

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Volcano

Craters, silently sleep.
Land and People all at it's mercy
milleniums of years rising
suddenly hissing
Days of loud snoring
it's belly turning and churning
Gases rising from it's indigestion
as it liquifies the earth 
It's relief spreads wide
to our misfortune
a mega explosion 
as the crater finally throws up
exploding spew releases lava.
Fire balls directed at unknowing targets
it's ulcer has erupted
reshaping the land,
diminishing air quality
wiping out civilizations
creating new species
building earth where there was none
It's quiet.........
all that is left is it's chaotic
stance.
Devastation a reminder of it's presence.
For now,
It, sleeps again.

(c) Glen Harris

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Stormy Weather

Musty, earth scents adorn the air
aromas of the grass and flowers
lift into your lungs.
You know the rain is coming.

This is the rain,.....the rain of Africa,
 ..South Africa
Clouds linger, lightning strikes
thunder roars, the heavens 
open and unleash a fury of water
Hard heavy pelting to the streets and walkways 
cleans the gutters
washes the cars

ten minutes of torrential rain,
then sunshine, steam rising from the streets
grass sparkling with tear drops from the sky

(c)  Glen Harris

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The Last Tear Drop Plinked

The tone of the piano crying,
the strum of the guitars
abrupt interruption,
extending an invitation
for the base's deep murmur
to accompany them in their misery,
drums beat to the drop of tears.
the violin screams,
agonizing sounds evolve,
involvement of the flute, and trombone,
giving clarity to orchestral sound
emanating from the stage.
Music in all it's glory, talks to us ,
with such meaning
whaling in unison to create,....
The Master.
The Master talks, our body senses are aroused
minds go into relief mode
Tearing everyday tension and stress away
lifting us higher to the power.
Filling our needs and wants.
Free of the empowering ridicules
of life and it's co-existers
As the Masters voice in musical instruments
finalize to a strum,... beat, .... tone.
The Masters message ends.
The piano cries no more,
in exhilaration of life once again.
It's last tear drop plinked.

Glen Harris
© March 2011

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Time

Time has taken this Garden
full of life.
A Garden that blossomed
that was colourful
Beat it down,
with seasons of jealousy,
dried it up.
What once was,
is now barren.

Time has created a new Garden
removing the toxin and poison from the soil
given life to pollinated bulbs,
creating in it's viscous  circle,
A Garden, a new way of life 
a place to relax in,
taking years to create,
this garden of tranquility 
place of serenity,
with myriads of colors 
teasing as they explode into
a beauty once again 
created by Nature

(c) Glen Harris

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The Collector

arrives unnoticed, 
waiting … 
for the exact moment.
It arrives,
no matter
the situation,
the collector,
is successful.
Always,
the prize,
your soul,
your debt is paid 
in full.



© Glen Harris  7 March 2011

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Life To It's Fullest

The moonlight brightens your presence
as we stroll hand in hand
on a tide swept beach
Watching silently, I smile, joy!
The moment has come.
can you feel we are one?
Communication between us 
is rife,
flowers adorn the embankment
halting us in unison to devour 
the aroma lagging in the air. 
bending.
our nostrils taste the sweet, euphoric 
perfume scented from the bud.
Green grass, soft and inviting.
Discarding our shoes we accept 
feeling the tender moist softness beneath us.
The end of strolling was ending all too fast,
The beach pier offered delights 
ours was a sundae, feeding each other,
allowing cool moist drops of cream
on the crevice of our lips
Ecstacy  as the cool moistness 
slides into our warmth
exploding delecasies surround us, 
drinking the last drops, not cold ....
Not hot.


.....drink....Darling drink


(c) Glen Harris March 2011