understanding
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I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
There was a baby fly in the sink, in my place.
Normally I’m one to carry them out.
But I don’t like flies so without thinking.
I turned on the water full force.
He was the tiniest little guy.
He was swept to the lip of the drain.
But as I watched he clung on
And on and on.
I watched as the water, water boarded him.
In that moment
I was struck.
This tiniest of guys and his huge will to live.
I turned off the faucet and grabbed some tissue.
And absorbed him up.
I looked closely holding my breath.
And to my surprise he began to stir.
I now had a mission to save this little warrior.
His will to live so extraordinarily hopeful.
I was so impressed with this little guy.
I had to make sure now he had to survive,
I opened the window screen and placed him and his tissue savior upon the wind.
He dried, he stirred and eventually he flied.
I was so impressed by this tiniest of guys and his huge will to survive.
On a night with a full moon, when the wind whispers forgotten stories,
I sit by the river that flows endlessly, like my thoughts,
And I feel time dissolve, like mist under the gentle rays of morning,
I feel the silence become a song of birds lost in the horizon,
I feel the grass beneath my feet telling tales of those who came before,
And I let myself be carried by the waves of memories crashing on the shores of my heart,
Because to travel means to feel, to feel everything without limits,
To feel how every breeze carries with it unspoken desires and dreams,
To feel how every fallen leaf becomes a symbol of passing time,
To feel how every twinkle of the stars is a promise of eternity,
Because, in truth, all things are excessive,
All reality is an excess, an untamed violence,
An extraordinarily vivid hallucination, where colors explode into thousands of shades,
And I, the eternal traveler, lose and find myself in this endless flow of experiences,
Continuing to feel, to dream, to exist in this world of dreams and realities.
If there's one thing to remember as you travel life's highway
We're all made of the same stuff
Bones, skin, hair, and smashing good looks
Oops sorry, not everyone is blessed with good looks like this dude
Mummy and Daddy's genes combined
For an extraordinarily handsome specimen of male virility
Had to fight the girlies off with a big stick
I know, I know, shouldn't be complaining... right!!!
Some of us just have to endure these minor inconveniences
Hollywood movie stars have much the same “problems”
Have to admit, at first it was very flattering
But that soon wore off and it's now quite a nuisance
Having to sign autographs every time I step outside the door
Guess it's the price us over the top handsome folks have to pay
For the adulation of the adoring throngs
You may ask, “IS THIS GUY SMOKIN' UP?”
Sure sounds kinda whacked out to me, I must say!
Aww! But he's got such a sweet heart
Hang on, hang on, I'll soon be back to my humble self again
I'm sorry... it ain't easy being humble you know!
My tongue's stuck in my cheek!
HOPE IS AN ~
Extraordinarily powerful word and emotion
ONE THAT HOLDS GREAT ~
Possibilities , Positivity
Above all …..” Chance ”
ONE THAT CAN ~
Renew Optimism
Restore Faith
Enable dreams
HOPE IS~
Simply all we have sometimes
To hold onto tightly
And never let go ….
life is filled with sparks.
like that flicker you get in your eyes when a firework lights up the sky.
or that feeling on your skin when you’re in the sea and the breeze hits you.
that first sip of water that rushes down your throat after you wake up from a night dancing with your friends.
life is filled with extraordinary ordinary things.
but every now and then you feel that hole open up.
that gaping hole that closed for a minute.
a day.
maybe even a week if you’re lucky.
but every now and then you feel it.
that burn in your chest.
that rumble in your stomach and the chills that trace the hairs on your neck all the way down to your wrists.
it’s an ache.
a primal, teeth clenching ache.
life is filled with extraordinarily ordinary things.
but that ache always comes back.
I dreamed a bird-of paradise arose one starry night.
Beautifully plumed, it floated in mystical moon-light.
I drifted along with it, as delicate as fine lace,
extraordinarily content, unconstrained and graceful.
Like when the river flowed backwards. These things that come to my mind what is the quartz of this design? There is this
Thing also, I remember the roses of blue hue. How very very extraordinarily blatantly breathtaking! Demonstrating before my eyes! I SEA WONDEROUS EXPLOSIONS
I remember to remember the esthetics
Of it ALL ON THIS BUSY BLUE BALL
if I can just calculate the trajectory
From exploratory suspicion?! This would
Be soo better than BEST in fact nothing
Less! Than this SPRING forever leaving
Winter wanters wondering into a
Willful natural ease aaah! All is
Great in gratitude of things we do not
UNDERSTAND! NONETHELESS I REMEMBER THINGS! it means things secrets! Like warm SPRINGS at the
Height of winter then other another
Frustrating full flashing THUNDEROUS
COMBINATIONS! I WILL. TAKE.
MY LEAVE NOW.
VBR Black Panther! Jet Blackest ANSWERERRR Malik Mali Mali
When I saw her first here, I fell in love with her like a shot
She is an idealistically beautiful, impressive phenomenon
She is the dream, but in reality, memorable visual moments
I need her, I need one of them…, I have few mistress friends
This lady is an extraordinarily and idealistically magical person
She is one of my most important inspirations, this is a true love
Platonic Mistress, you are my muse, an unattainable flower
A flower, a noble and a patinated lady, who always blooms
I locked you in my heart, I kneel before your throne. Love you
Join me in wishing my friend Eileen Manassian a Happy Birthday. For those of you who don’t know her, I have dubbed her “The Princess of Passion”. She is an extraordinarily talented poet. If you read her writing, you will not be dissapointed. I hope you have an amazing day Eileen with your family and friends. Blessing and hugs Rick.
Amberfest Ambiance
Ah, the orange-gold, I behold in things,
Such as the amber, in my wedding ring.
Invitation to a classic, zesty brunch.
Heart-pounding for this splendiferous lunch.
Let's begin shall we, with aromatic toast,
Slathered with orange jam and golden,
Hawaiin honey.(Tis the most)
Gratefully, we do have enough money,
To eat oudoors, and the Pacific Coast is a honey.
Oh, my eager taste buds start to roast!
Eggs Benedict with perfect golden orbs!
Having breakfast on the azure Pacific Shore.
How could I ask, for anything more?
The scent of fresh California orange juice,
In an amber goblet, ah, turn it loose!
This is my divine amberfest breakfast.
Divinity~full of color and golden pizazz!.
So very blessed and extraordinarily, first class!
1/27/2024
no one noticed an extraordinary white angel
she was the only brightness of the day
but we were not looking out our windows
peach pastel sky had never looked so dull
roads were treacherously icy
we cuddled up inside our homes
no one went to work or to school
barren trees did not move a branch
silence of bushes invoked a day of double naps
many children were born the following spring
inspired by an extraordinarily white angel
most of us missed
Lying in a patch of clover,
we're lulled to sleep by buzzing bees.
And resting there under the trees,
we let our feelings take over.
Snuggled together, our eyes closed,
my fingers gently stroke your hair.
And our hearts feel lighter than air;
two lovers, intimately posed.
Blanketing us with dappled light,
Sol tucks us in with a warm smile.
And Nature goes that extra mile:
scattering every cloud in sight.
As reality pauses time,
love forges two souls into one.
And makes our moment in the sun
extraordinarily sublime.
His cheeks had bloomed up and over his chair
His mouth was extraordinarily large now, his face looked like a bear
Let me guess, toothache? I asked, recognizing the signs as my own.
His tongue was so swollen, he could not gasp, answer or phone.
I called up the dentist and made him an appointment for two.
I hate that place he said! What did you do?
It took a cancellation, and another couple of days
Before he finally gave up and waddled into the office of Doctor McVeys.
He had horror stories to tell, but I could not listen.
His teeth were black, hardly any of them gave a glisten.
That’s what happens I said, when you do not take care of your teeth.
He stuck his tongue out at me, my neighbor, angry old Keith.
Victorian mirror was extraordinarily romantic
women who discovered her were never disappointed
their wishes came true after her purchase
men flocked to them, for their desirability was heightened
a hundredfold
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