The famous tea clipper
brass compass binnacles,
ship's wheels,
engine telegraphs,
and ditty boxes for personal storage
a magnetic compass
days and nights
we carried these until
someone who wished to purchase them
surfaced
the buyer said they were bought as treasure but more
so for inspiration
in there music
sailor folk art is a rare and valuable hooby
it fetches wealth and prestige
at the same time
oh the ships of Surreintio
there the oranges are delicious and sweet
Dorking wines oohist me
she said
If what life fetches me is fate’s domain,
How I meet it, the matter of free will,
Let me compare then Karmic Law with rain--
Rain that pours all where with impartial keel,
Nourishing seeds that to their stature grow,
And human dreams so flourish-- seeds as sown,
Weeds we pluck out and grass-grown jungle mow,
A fragrant crop, fruits of labour to own.
Errant rage rivers, we rein in the same
And an arid land by power-of-will smiles,
Forward moves a car, lateral we tame
By steering to move ahead for long miles:
Fuel fosters a forward dash-- destiny,
How power-of-will steers is no less eerie.
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Sonnet | 18.10.2025 | destiny, fate, free will
In an American primitive painting:
she fetches a pail from a well,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles,
wind turbines churn in the distance.
Corn fields are bundled together.
Drones hum like doves in the evening.
The art of moon-spinning
is practiced on front porches.
People make do with
transitory Amazon wants.
Most get caught by the faceless winds,
those rattling sighs that spread
the dry seeds
of dying crops.
Like waves on the ocean,
good ideas have fetches.
They come having travelled
vast distances and stretches.
Their past is invisible
and often unknown,
but when brought to fruition
are rarely outshone.
Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed.
Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed.
The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a hundred pounds of love.
He was sent to us via a dumping, from angels who live well above.
It is no accident that God and Dog have the same three letters.
Beau, our deranged puppy is one of those romantic go-getters.
Being a retriever, he fetches everything – leaves, sticks, or a ball.
We are such dog people, we have four dog beds lying in our hall.
They might want to drink water, so we have six gray water bowls.
Buddy sits calmly while Beau digs enormous muddy burying holes.
They have personalities that keep us excited, they fill us with joy.
They want to eat our slippers and remotes, ignoring every dog toy.
Overcoming
The Victim Mentality
Written: by Miracle Man
3/17/2019
As God hath forgiven, HE commands of us the same,
So as we learn to be responsible, we become forgiving.
Our safety net's gone and there's none else to blame,
Without God's forgiveness, we're existing, not living.
Not forgiving is Satan's tool, always used to distract,
And thoughts of retribution from within oft springs.
In forgiving the person we're not condoning their act,
Prayer fetches us beyond life's most hurtful things.
Ephesians 4:32 KJV
And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted,
forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake
hath forgiven you.
The last of the lights turned out,
drinks and hors d’oeuvres put away,
restaurant returned to its every-day self,
only a few candles in glass lanterns
now left on the bare pine tables.
She sits at one of the tables, and,
wincing, kicks off her shoes, removes
her cocktail apron and name tag,
leans on her elbows, inhaling the
cinnamon steam from her hot toddy.
Exhausted, with her piled-up hair
slightly disheveled, she relaxes.
The bride and groom are off
on their honeymoon to Santorini,
guests and most staff home to sleep.
The neon glow from outside
bathes her in a pink and blue haze
making her look less like a waitress
and more like a girl expecting a date
or actress waiting for her audition.
The hot drink gone, she redons shoes
and fetches her coat and purse
from the kitchen, leaving the cup.
Georgio, the boss, calls “Get some sleep.
You’ll need it tomorrow.” She sighs.
Those who deserve in return , more ,
Often are betrayed playfully by Fate ;
The turmoil and the hardships in spate ,
Leave the invincible contender sore ;
One might as well lose the pursued track ,
Or the path that to triumph doth lead ;
Cruel Destiny and her goon squad heed
But to the whims and pre-ordained crack ;
Thus bringing down the well built stand ,
And even the earnestly seasoned soul ;
Yet even the righteous Divinity cries 'foul' !
If the honest struggler ever fails to land ;
Every pursuit just , fair and nobly done
Surely fetches blessed success from heaven .
A cat wants to play
a bird flies away
A dog fetches a bone
a pigeon returns home
A child too will play
before he goes away
To get out there on his own
before returning home
Into the azure
lofty inter loppers linger
romantics wear me out
day dreaming till they die
Blackbirds in flight
brings you back into life
the fetches of light appoint
the mountains yawn
learn the rhythm
in mists striding the horizon
I was there when love became you.
It spread across your eyes and smile,
left a breathless caressing hue
and whisper of softest beguile.
Aching for your gentle embrace,
yearning for the pulsing heartbeat
that your touch fetches with its trace
skimming my skin in burning heat.
I succumb to your calm shadow
arching with fresh unbound pleasure.
Growing fury of ebb and flow,
recurring sensual treasure.
You raise my heated eagerness
with sweet, sultry, seductive eyes.
My breath, catching in meagerness,
ceding in dramatic surprise.
I arise with feverish flush
designing a rhythmic motion
to entice, encourage first gush
in raw unrestrained emotion.
Ah, my love, will you stay with me
forever and further behoove?
We shall grow in greater degree,
you and I, without vain reprove.
My love, my skillful seducer.
In life, I dedicate my all.
You have become my producer.
In death, I'll hear your lustful call.
Your salacious murmurs teasing
torrid desire in me anew.
Your voice passionately pleasing.
I was there when love became you.
darkness plummets on twilight’s peak
cascading like a gentle creek
veiled by the night, I must confess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
at times, confusion stills my hope
like climbing a slippery slope
fetches doubts that bring nervous stress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
perplexed by the depth of my fears
feels like I’m lost when the smoke clears
drowning in the black, such a mess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
uncertainty silences dreams
the thief, worry, goes to extremes
dimming beauty, bringing distress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
baffled by the seas of dismay
turmoil that leads feelings astray
sometimes in life, more peace is less
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace,
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.
His suffering and death more than sufficed.
His resurrection points to potent life.
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.
Rainbow! See parting sea! And afterlife!
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.
His resurrection points to potent life.
O smiles watch out for everlasting Spring.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.
What love for us - with pain, he paid the debt.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.
The God lights up heaven, gifts reborn breath.
Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.
4/17/2023
Contest: Inklings
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
I have had the pleasure
Of watching one’s treasure
And dared to then measure
What one did at leisure…
Man fails not to treasure
What fetches him pleasure:
For them goes at leisure
And them take full measure
Of eyes the cynosure,
For the camera sure,
Then doors slam for closure:
There shouldn’t be censure;
Kisses with their pressures,
Sex with all its seizures,
Morals for erasure…
Who’d save man from pleasure?
Esoteric Duessa rips her broomstick from tree root
Xero terra spread in cyclonic swirls, left arid
Clay gape cracked lips scream during harsh removal
Lorn as she controls currents, her craft lucid
Ululant laugh triumphant escapes staid expectation
Defiance flies aboard dead flora, north star
Enchanted coasting atop shooting illume invocation
Dark side moon broom skis fire crackle spark
Zoom of metamorphosis fetches witch her apparition
Odyssey orbit drifts brisk bristles past disparity
Notion to override makeshift matrix inflate vast vision
Eradicate terror in soaring spellbound clarity
Twenty sixth January
Thaumaturge insanity
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