We arrived early at the Fairmile
We’re welcomed by Jason’s warm smile
He made a pot of tea
For my hubby and me
I’m happy we’re staying a while!
Our bedroom was spotlessly clean
And as for the breakfast cuisine
The huge choice was amazing
(Overnight oats I’m praising)
We feasted like a King and Queen!
The pre–order system is great
It ensured the food on our plate
Was ready on time
And it tasted divine
One downside I’ve put on some weight!!!!
For treats you need not travel far
The lounge has an honesty bar
Drinks and tasty snacks
Like yummy flapjacks
This guesthouse should rank a four star!
Hosts Jason and wife Melanie
In tandem, they work seamlessly
I can truly attest
They look after each guest
Shame Fairmile’s not closer to me!
There’s plenty more that I could say
But sadly I’ve not got all day
If it’s in your plans
To visit St Anne’s
The Fairmile’s the best place to stay!
An oversized Bengal tiger guards my front door.
We quite rarely have visitors here anymore.
In the guesthouse live six giant grizzly bears.
Company rarely drops in to sit in our chairs.
Our excitable African lion stalks prey in our grass.
We don’t know why, but potential visitors usually pass.
I lament the lack of company, but my husband is fine.
And I know what to do with him if he gets out of line.
Learning to know
True pulse of flow
Glimpse light that shows
Being now links
Warm touch sync think
On virtual brink
Perceive sweet spot
As touch minds lot
In surge of thought
A sudden shift
Of poignant drift
As feelings sift
Here in this place
Of happy space
I wear a face
Time flavours rhymes
To trace deep chimes
As stillness mimes
Soul in transit
As sense transmits
A cause of wit
Now I can see
Tints of beauty
Frame harmony
Yet from prime core
I know no more
Than surreal shores
Here as I smile
Watch dream now style
Love's precious pile
In my own tale
A sparkling sale
Now flings stern gale
By pathway flight
I find new sights
To glimpse clear light
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2019
Singapore
'The Guest of a Sinner'
“The Guest of a Sinner”
The guest of a sinner
climbing heights to
righteousness
away from titles
above the crowd,
and
unrealistic expectations
solely to meet with God
in flesh and bone
spirit and soul
I, invite the divine
to sit and dine
look me over flaws
and sin
with prayer that
God hears and
mends me from
within
Try as I might,
to pay it forward
my
tithes for sin
unbalanced scales
eyes to heart
knocking and
seeking seven fold
every door
just to get in
peering into the dark
feeble attempts to
glimpse at the light
egos do blind and
bind sight eight times
throughout the night
hem and garment
a
guesthouse deemed
worthy by name
like Zahchias in
tree tops
yearn for salvation’s
service
the guest in
a sinner’s house
the spirit must
eat
life after death
while looking east
of Eden into
the new Jerusalem
my impression
of improvement
in imperfect
temples
the guest of a sinner
that all things be
made complete.
Kevin Guru©2018
Christos
Silent Meditation
Spiritual Meditation © 43 minutes ago, Kevin Deshun Mitchell spiritual • love • hope • faith
Adding finishing touches to gazebo.
Enclosed haven looking much like a resort.
Our very own summer guesthouse.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A Guesthouse
For space citizens
Before take-off
Your nation is your guesthouse
Tourist, explorer you come and go
Where you rest for a while and go
Have good fun, joy and friendship
In the nation keeping you as guest
As guest in the shared guesthouse
Take time to love and make friends
Other guests with you sojourners
When you are a Chief Guest there
Behave as a dutiful guest of guests
Not a socket, bulb-holder, chairs
Never bedding, cups and bottles
Should be found in your hand bag
No egotism in the use of property
Other incoming guests need them
And when your time to go comes
Ordinary or chief guest that you are
Your room sweep clean and fresh
Say goodbye to other guests in love
Wait not to be thrown to veranda
Your nation is your sure guesthouse
Respect so well rules of guest-hood
28th january 2012
Stillness of the night,
And the dullness in my sight,
A cold dark cloudy winter night,
The pathway lights shine on bright.
Perched comfortably in the balcony of a guesthouse,
The vista so great that the dormant poet in me arouse.
The cool breeze envelops my surround,
A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground.
The languid wing of air the fragrance of it carries,
Of blossomed flowers, trees, plants and berries.
Once again the freshness in my mind,
Seems to be awakening from the blind.
Welcome, come in the joys of happiness,
Its now time to say to darkness
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