Promised oasis
hidden in banality
suburban secret
Falling over the
sonic event horizon
suspension in sound
I want to take a bath in your soul
Is that so much to ask for.
Raindrops on roses last night,
what a storm it blew.
My garden got a great bath,
looking clean and new.
Roses wanting sun,
their faces are shining up.
Rose garden is done.
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with p+a+s+s+i+o+n and with l*o*v*e ~
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l*o*v*e lives h-e-r-e
your thoughts f~~l~~o~~a~~t ~
in my w~a~t~e~r of B
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l*o*v*e s~a~i~l~s on
Water warms my skin
Slippery hands touch me
I babble loudly
Water splashes
firey spirit
rainbow colored wings floating
bird bath water cool
Atop a bed of plastic
In a house made of bone
I am helpless to feel Rome’s revival
Men become sheep and wolves
Crusaders line up for war
Careless toward their fellow heretic
Houses burn
Stone pillars rise from foundations
All as the sands of time bury the path forward
Yet even as they do, water still runs in the bath house
Blue worm eased into his warm tea bath with love
The balmy weather was as lovely as the sky above
He soaked his tail, and he drank a bit of ale
A worm who was used to a sauna, without fail
fat black yellow bee
buzz by flowers in blue breeze
my perfume he seeks
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thorough bathing
our cat does daily perform ~
licks sons hair clean
From deep within, we feel bliss rapture rise,
too fleet footed to be tracked by our mind,
so leaving imagined knowing behind,
we feel each breath as first rays of sunrise.
Poised in peace in the cave behind our eyes,
entwined with vibrant heart, loving and kind,
God’s grace releasing us from desire’s bind,
whence soul’s light shines and wayward ego dies.
Recognition of Self, sets our soul free,
requiring but our eye to be single,
that beholding ourselves as living light,
we dance breath by breath, joyous and carefree,
cajoled by bliss pheromones that tingle,
bestowing upon us, gift of clear sight.
Fifty one m1 Abrams tanks.' Australian donated it would
Break a small bank' to cause more misery..While many
Live in tents.' War and destruction, and madcap bents.?
Young Australians denied an army job.' Why were they
First obtslained.? Must have cost some bobs." Why not
Employ them as temporaty accomodations.' Thats how
Dire things are in our nation.' I never thought this could
Be the case.' I hear of war on want.' We need breathing
Space.' A time to consider? And that is now! Start fixing
Up each country, they should not be ( cash cows ) help
Your own..' Just stop bending over' to the god of destruction 'who at the moment' has a camoflauge of
Of green clover."
I guess I like laying in the bath tub,
Because it's the closest thing to a coffin in a sub.
Cold and hard like my life, but comfortable as I thrive,
Only difference is I have the option to be alive.
Jordholmen’s public bath
Back in the days of yore, few people had a shower unit they might have had bathtub that was used once a week when the whole family bathed and the loser was the dad usually with daughters by then the water in the tank was tepid
I friend of mine told of a public bathhouse, near the docks, where one could have shower in cubicle, get a towel and a bar of soap
We ran never walked back then to the bath house called Jordholmen, I didn’t have money for cuibcle, but the lady said I could share a shower with my friend, but she only gave us on towel and one bar of soap; well as a capitalist his used the towel first, but that is nothing new
I came quite attached to this bath house, it was a great change to have wash in a bucket of warm water in the living room by the fire, or in the kitchen in the days of May; we have lost hot water in our house in Cascais, my wife despairs for me it is like the old days warming water cleaning bits and pieces in front of the fire
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