We made a bet
I hope to win
And if I do
I'm cashing in
One kiss per poem
You promised me
If I reached 1,000
Collectively
So I made a wish
May it come true
You might not remember
But I certainly do
1,000 poems
I'm almost there
Then 1,000 kisses...
Everywhere
ANSWER:
I'll be your loving Gilbert
And you'll be Anne to me
I'll build for us a gabled house
Like those in Avonlea
I'll court you like in old times
I'll play for you and croon
We'll marvel at a starry sky
And kiss under the moon
We'll pick some wild berries
Run barefoot through a field
I'll ask your hand in marriage
And hope that you will yield
We'll lie in bed together
Your legs on top of mine
Who cares about the weather?
With you it's all sunshine
And every year for reason
We'll try to go see Brooke
And every Christmas season
Reread our favorite book
QUESTION:
What is? ____ __ _____ ______
May you be blessed…
wherever you go…
the older and older you grow…
that 1000 smiles
accompany every mile
and at least one twinkle
finds its way into every wrinkle.
They say a picture Is worth a 1000 words?
A picture is multiple complex ideas that can be conveyed by single still images,
However, a picture does not capture someone's inner essence or uncover ones hidden encryptions, it has limits.
Like I cannot smell your scent through a still image, or see that glint, that sparkle in your eyes,
It doesn't talk to me like you did, or laugh with me like you did, or even at me like you did, many times,
I can't hear your voice through a picture, it's just pixelated colour of memories, good, old, past, times,
But it doesn't capture a true uninstructed smile you'd give a real smile from ear to ear from time to time,
It doesn't capture the little unprovoked annoyingly annoying things you'd do little things that just made you, you
A picture may well be worth 1000 wonderouse words but I'd trade every single one to see you the whole of you.
Even if it was for just one last time, and I'd snap a selfie still because if I can't have you a picture will just have to do.
Here I am.
From top to toe
A meat-free human
Don't ya know
People asked me
Why the shoes?
I do not eat them.
I'd often muse..
But now I'm older
And life's moved on
With larger issues
To dwell upon
I'll soon be forty
Years a veg.
No highland castle
Or trust fund hedge
My account is clear.
My conscience too
But still with plenty
More to do
It thrills my soul
The human-race
Denies nutrition
With a face
A greater cause
Now lies before
The victims no longer
Just legs of four
The truth is out.
Our selfish ways
May just have numbered
All our days..
And who'd have thought
To cure our blindness
We must return
To love and kindness.
Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year originally Posted 2021
Elon’s SpaceX will be such a boon,
as we jet to the far reaches soon.
This coil won’t contain us;
get a tan on Uranus,
ski the slopes on Pluto by moon.
Now it’s not that I mean to be crass,
but I mustn’t let one detail pass.
Don’t be caught unawares
by the spike solar flares;
those waivers don’t cover your ass.
The window illuminates a cat-the snow falls,
the wedding white colored sky
is cut with the trees whose arms, fingers
gather the immaculate flakes.
On the chipped edge of the window,
the sleeping cat is curled into its body
like a ringworm, or the snake; if it rattles,
raises its head to stick its face
towards a sea of hesitation, the woman
cannot extend her hand to touch the snake,
nor comfort the cat. For when she touches,
her shadow is split and spread
as if it is sliced by the speed
of 1 billionth
of 1 billionth
of a second:
like the nanoparticles that rush
to penetrate rock. The stones
when crushed long ago
became the sands
of a time-worn shore
of a tranquil Mayan-like Sea,
that covered the entire Earth,
until the Spirits decided to have the ocean
recede and allow the Earth to birth lands
that will collect footprints,
no matter how fleeting. And the waters
reflect the light of the "Heart-of-Sky"
that released the quiet yearning snowfall,
on an anxious Mid-winter afternoon.
I will leave it all to you
Whatever that means
As I haven't a clue
But if you maybe do
Can you get out the glue
To stick it all back together
Including the jigsaw to
And then find those missing pieces
Not square or linear like the edges
But the hard to fit ones
We never finished
To complete our 1000 pieces
DAMO
Fixing the Ajna point between eyebrows
we may draw a circle horizontal
traversing eyes, temples, ears till Medulla
seamless energy band spherical
Likewise we may mark the upward path
rising up straight & vertical
via Guru & Sahasrara, Bindu & Medulla
as the energy loop ovoidal
The lotus at crown is said to have 1000 petals
each of which must blossom in ignition
bewildering is the magnificence of Gods miracle
cognising all of Brahman resident within
Futile is reading doctrines & scriptures
for the actuality of is-ness is ineffably beauteous
as we resistancelessly flow in the current
each nuance within potent awakening thunderous
13-September-2020
I was just looking, I have close to 1,000 poems, man do I have a big mouth or what? LOL
Update on Alternative to radiation and chemotherapy:
Way back in 2013, Anthony Hudson - no doctor but a scientist and musician - experimented with sound-therapy of a different order.
His results in busting up plasma cells and "cancer" cells were phenomenal, according to one doctor and cancer researcher. But he was warned NOT to be embraced because simple "sound therapy" would NOT be allowed to destroy a trillion dollar per annum industry. Anthony Holland got this idea by watching singers break crystal glass by singing at specific pitches and using special notes calibrated to the existing vibrations (in all of life!)
At least google this stuff, rather than pay for the nouve riche's yachts with your health. Shalom, shalom Happy New Year of Better health at real prices. amen
I'll die tonight
But i know I'll resurrect in the morning
The son...
7 days I'll be walking
With 12 men, friends as adepts:
We be adapting; selling dreams,
That light: don't ever be afraid to shine
Luminous weeeee...
About to join the whole
Whoa never imagined it would be
Meeeeee,
Lives so many had to die thousand times,
Whoooooaaa!
Standing was i at the edge of the sea:
The reefs chatterings,the waves clapping.
The Jellies smiling at me,hurting my soul.
He stood at the other side of the sea:
Waving at me,beckoning to me.
Admonishing me,pulling my heart to him:
'I may be of help',the wind carried the offspring of his glottis.
But how can i meet him?
The foe wouldn't me or he:
Even the pompous and indifferent sea,
Executing his order,staying mine.
Yet,he wants to come to me.
Even like the curtains bolt,
My heart is fastened to him.
Who will bring us together.
He have been lonely.
I,of him i've been Hungry.
Wants a willing ship that'll travel to his end(where he stand).
And bring a thousand dollar to me(where i am).
Even before i'm dead(of him).
17:16:11:20:31
Poem number 1000 – Part Three :
Deeper and deeper
Forever onward, into a future of possibilities;
Another line, from inside a mind, without sense, but with sensibility.
Throughout time I have learned to garner my abilities,
To become the man you hear; I have earned my dependability.
In partnership, I have discovered my heart
And I doomed it from the start, to starve inside a life of scars.
Damned for eternity, to tear myself apart;
Without a guiding hand to guide me, I fell beneath the stars.
Blessed mornings are all slept right through
And aspirations are lost alongside the dripping dew.
The sunshine awakens my eyes, as I see through the blind;
But I shall still not arise, from this cocoon.
Into slumber I drift, indifference I change;
I have become a slave of my own disdain.
The words echo out of my mouth and around the room;
In tunes we marvel, in love we are eternally doomed.
Our hope is curtailed, so we have set sail;
The voyage of the damned, Poseidon at our tail.
A war of world’s, inside a shattered soul;
Our thoughts come and go, but we are deep inside this hole.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Poem number 1000 : Part Two – Could do better.
This is the thousandth poem I have written;
I have been looking forward to this day for a very long time.
Poetry took over my life and gave me a reason for my existence;
Now I have a reason to do what I must do. I must write.
Many years have come and gone since I began to write.
I’ve spoken about my life and death; I’ve spoken about my future wife.
I’ve spoken about anything and everything; I have been honest and lied.
I have told you everything I feel inside
And I am left with nothing to hide.
If you want to know me completely,
Then you will have to read all of my poetry.
If you want a glimpse of the real me,
Then find one of my poems and you will find peace, love and empathy.
Sometimes you will find what you did not want to hear;
But I must show you every part of my soul, including the fear.
The dark side, the happiness, the love and the hate;
Everything has now been talked about,
But there is always more I will have to say.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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