An incised smile lodges
in a green heart of lily.
A humble suhbeam
enfolded in a melodious brook.
The flower died long ago,
yet its laughter in the vase
still keeps ringing, quietly.
A void, walking and walking,
is coming toward me.
I am then a dragonfly.
I have no claim of ownership,
no deed to my name,
yet every morning,
the light of dawn looks upon my face.
I wandered ¦¦¦¦¦¦ as a cloud
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ o'er vales and hills,
When ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I saw a crowd,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ of golden daffodils;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
They stretched in never-ending line
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Ten thousand ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Tossing their heads ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ such ¦¦¦ jocund company:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
What wealth the show to me had brought:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ when on my couch I lie
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pensive mood,
They flash upon ¦¦¦¦ inward eye
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the bliss of solitude;
¦¦¦ then my heart ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ dances with the daffodils.
(Blackout of )
An ideal rose smile.. like the the ever flourishing brook
THE CALLOUSED HANDS OF EXPERIENCE
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By; Andantino Tirarsela:
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Fare il gradasso
Fare il figo:
Dardelle arie
Strafigasi
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Erotomania
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a longing for creative inspiration
encouragement from
a disappointment
the story goes
a celebrity wished for
inspiration
so he pretended to be a commoner
he meet a woman
who was self described as common
they became friends and
he invited her to a concert
he said he had backstage tickets and
she could bring a friend
they went to the concert hall
there they'd meet he new freind
he called her and told her
he'd be there later
something came up
and he'd show up later
well an hour into the show
he hadn't appeared after intermission
they had given up thinking he'd appear
and then the singer
started to intro his protege'
and when he did the guy walked
out behind his freind and grabbed her hand and took her on stage.
He sang a harmonic song looking her directly in her eye's.
Contest: When the toilet paper is
almost gone.
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Although I never reached paniky mode,
I don't recall ever being more traumatized
Than when we were invaded by COVID-19.
Until then, I had never seen empty shelves
In a grocery store. No water; No toilet paper.
There had been a fire crisis in our state
Some years prior to COVID- 19. Tragedy
Struck and burned down the town of Paradise,
Ca., killing 85 people. Perhaps that was when we became more aware of the importance of crisis preparation and being able to calmly move into a crisis mode when or if the situation demanded it.
So when COVID-19 came upon us in 2020,
It seemed that toilet paper was one of the
The most sought after products in the market place. Bottled water and toilet paper flew of the shelves.
When I noticed it, I said to myself,
"No need to fear because my dear wife has
Planned for such a situation". So, I was
Relaxed as I shopped for other things. We
Were a long way from being out of toilet paper.
Duckweed and hamhock Recipes
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Written By: Staccato Tremolo
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Rubisco alluring adjectives modern slang sounds so sexy.
It rizzy charm and satisfying Piquant.Yes, you can turn
desert land into an oasis by establishing a reliable
freshwater source, building a protective windbreak
, and enriching the sandy soil with organic matter.
Southwest Wildflower Mixes,California Poppy,Portulaca,
Desert Marigold .Back to Rubisco, it is the most
abundant substance on earth.
it is found in every green thing in every
plant on this planet.Responsible for photosythersis
it will be processed to be used as a protein for daily meals
.Calliandra californica,Tetrameris tetrapter,Hesperaloe parviflora,
Caesalpinia mexicana,Hesperaloe parviflora. Phrygian dominant
and quarter tones.
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Use spinach if you don't have access to duckweed.
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Tener age must be stated and true if dating and co mingling are
in process! Ordered by the Grand Poohbah of the Order of Buffalo's.
Daffodil-lit in the moon's tone,
a soft embrace,
a flocking companion in a dim evening.
Rear view of the stage show:
Shiva's Sati, burning in perfection,
wild at its peak, soft at its core;
a loss that shatters the hope in loneliness.
A curse beyond its cure,
no magic stick, no angel love;
brilliant light, blue shadow,
a lonely mansion within reflection.
A mechanical bloom bleeds to break,
shatters to grow up.
Timid expansions over its cold hold;
a firefly's guidance to heavenly intimacy.
What a gain—to become a memory-knowing well.
Departed in a moment,
shattered deeply;
manifested determination to exit.
Maybe it wasn't an illumination
that went blind.
A pure exchange of my tunes for your flames.
Miss you now,but you waned out forever.
Sitting at the pub,
The one where I once dwelled,
Hoped for being noticed,
Praying it's not still there,
A smile of reflection,
The person sitting in the chair,
Not the same as she once was,
No longer a bar fly with curly hair,
I remember all of the voices,
Friendships I thought were permanent,
Alcohol, glasses clashing,
Lips loose and eyes gazing,
What a different life I live now,
Now sitting for just a glimpse,
To relax, to remember,
Old feelings and yearning blazing,
Progress unmeasurable,
Entering the same environment,
A brief moment feeling a lifetime,
Intoxicated culture is no longer social,
Though it creeps and festers,
To sabotage together,
What joy in letting go and relaxing,
It must be temporary or is woeful.
Thoughts of Paradise,
Now regained,
Now re-imagined,
Now re-named,
Now forever retained.
A patch of bare ground now redeemed,
to be be re=generated,
Now re-planted,
Now rejuvenating.
All thanks to an awesome lady and her dog,
Rejecting all negativity in this space,
Now re-generated,
To encourage the growth of plants,
That cry out for,
Spontaneity, joy, happiness,
And kindness,
Now to be re-established,
And thoughts of paradise,
Now re-imagined,
Now re-named,
Now forever retained.
soft winds gently sigh
whispering tales of new life~
sweet scent spreads to sky.
petals unfurl wide
daffodils greet the warm sun~
a gentle, soft ride.
roses bloom in air,
jasmine ascends with slow pace~
nature's tender grace.
a world reborn bright
drinking blossoms with delight~
chasing winter's sight.
Like a gentle stream driven by the wind,
8 words came sincerely and cystal clear.
Some 8 months ago, the questions were,
"What now? Where do we go from here?"
Indeed, I heard it clear and plain;
Not audiablly, but somewhere in my brain.
It was surely I who was asking the question.
It was a prayer for 'mission and direction'.
At first, I did not relate the questions to me.
As words to me, I did not clearly see. I deemed
It to be a question directed corporately,
But never meant for me personally. But this
Early morn, around 2AM, the thought occurred
Again. Although this time, the words came with
A little change.
Presently, the Word 'We' has departed, and the
Word 'I' has arrived. It's like a word was taken from a song and changed everything. It's like a new song designed for someone else to sing.
Conclusively, perhaps it is meant for both 'We
And 'I'. Indeed, I heard it clear and plain and
Cannot deny. Conclusively, the questions still remain; and the fact also remains that 'We' nor
'I' will ever be the same.
An occasion to attend, whence from sleep
Daffodils raise pretty heads so unique
To grace the spring with their glorious thrills
Filling hearts with joys of dancing daffodils.
Lilting to and fro when the soft winds blow
Grassland is enhanced as daffodils flow
Picturesque scenes from yellow beauty queens
Delightfully performed in golden sheens.
When it's spring again, love begins again
Daffodils sway to soft winds sweet refrain
They dance to the trill of the lovebirds song
Joyous to be where they truly belong.
Down the ages daffodils turned faces
Those wondrous hordes of exquisite ladies.
In the Land of the Dragons
my grandfather sleeps -
a place of legends, castles and keeps.
In a magical land of gentle green hills
where new-born lambs frolic still.
Under a carpet of flowers
and the Holy Spirit’s dove
a paradise on earth
mirroring the heavens above.
In the Land of the Daffodils
my grandfather rests
at the old church of St Arthens
by the river Gwynon, that flows under the bridge.
At my grandmother’s side
my grandfather sleeps
together again, united in peace.
In the land of the bards,
where giants once roamed
back in the place,
the place, that is home.
As freely, that of their airing
All do breathe in
What's passed on of these scent gifts.
Men treasure less.
As that more subtle entice, of
What exudes love
Find them more relatable.
Alike, too, dress!
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