he who beholds the light within all the time
whose perception is undifferentiated
breathing in grace betwixt bliss beat’s chime
consciousness fulcrum in the void located
he who dwells in the moment free from fear
vibrant in stillness seeing God everywhere
viewing life as a dream which will disappear
dwelling in the heart as awareness self-aware
he who knows without doubt he is not body-mind
viewing organic form as an earth life interface
flame of bliss magnetism divine aligned
flowing orientation being release and embrace
he who feels from God and existence no distance
empowered with the power of bilocation
within whom there remains no shred of resistance
always remaining immersed in meditation
The Saint Lucia flag reflects the tropical sky,
with the colour blue representing fidelity
and the emerald waters
of the Atlantic Ocean and Caribbean Sea.
Gold represents the prevailing sunshine
and, of course, prosperity.
The triangles, they symbolize mountains,
the Soufriere twin Pitons,
and the people's hope and aspirations.
While there, couldn't help but smile,
for tho' located north of the equator,
with my eyes on an unusual sight
where, low on the horizon, and with clear skies,
I saw the Southern Cross every night.
gutter edges of the interior
usually located near the front
the edges, the edges
the perfectly binded edges
oh love devine
might I speak you
as lover
we as one
oh love devine
speak me as yours
speak me true
as I might tell the world
you are mine
>>>>>>SHE ANWSERED>>>>
what makes you happy
what makes you mad
are you less trusting
when you are sad
before tommorrow
what is defined as us
love faith and understanding
you define us
guess I can do it
love, to define
what is love
that one of a kind
endearing and specials
most of which
it's all so much engaging
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there's music in the air
inspiration for love
what's better than love
whats better than love
the oh I
the ah oohs
the perfection of beauty
i say to you
what's in the question
what's it all about------
...more stuff and nonsense...
Q: Why would it be a good thing if wood were used as money?
A: It grows on trees.
Q: Who was the star of last year's Christmas Drag Show?
A: Felice Navidude.
Q: Why was the adult film director upset when one of his actors couldn't get it up for the "money shot"?
A: It left him one prick shy of a load.
Q: What do you call it when radical moms and dads allow and/or encourage their children to be suicide bombers?
A: Bad parenting.
Q: What was one of the things King Solomon was most famous for?
A: Split decisions.
Q: Where were the toilet facilities located on Noah's ark?
A: On the poop deck.
Q: What does the Dental Fairy demand before she'll leave money under a kid's pillow?
A: The tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth.
Q: What do a Giant Angora and an old analog TV have in common?
A: Rabbit ears.
Q: What did the press call the group of women boycotting a famous musical revue in New York?
A: The Radio City Blockettes.
Q: What is a support group for recovering poets and writers?
A: AA (Author's Anonymous).
There's a terrible smell in the kitchen
like rotting fruit
or a dead mouse
high and lonesome, eye-watering
thin and whispering, fuzzy with grief
Whenever I think I've located it
it goes into hiding
You can bleach the sink
and empty the bins
look under the table and behind
the cupboards, but
you won't find it any of those places
Isn't it transparent
how the water always looks the same
- life is wet!
Still, the tap (US faucet) gets stuck at times
tight, stiff, trapped
a spanner (US wrench) may be required
for the loosening
But once it flows again
it flows again, until
the return of the indifferent drought
Some days a mere trickle
- barely enough to keep a body alive -
other times, the cursing and
the yanking
And days when the correct tools
cannot be located
- borrowing takes place,
the quick fix
Other beverages are available, of course
but they lack the purity, and the clarity
of the haitch the aitch and the oh
Life, love is in your pocket, just share me, give it to me
I can’t give it to you, it is closed to you. Dark loves you
My life is dark. Everybody knows my past. Night that life
This life wants to be your will. Your respected life. Dark
I am the darkness. I will be the darkness. Only for you
Life, you just loved someone. She loved you. The you
Loved me? I cannot understand. Unbelievable for me
Let me touch you with my heart. Do you feel my soul?
My soul is stone. Beton. There is no soul. Destroyed
Your heart yearns for the last love. That was eternal
I still love. This guy wants something from you. Satan
The life. The love. The eternal. Key? Loving the other
Life, thank you. Don’t be a judge. You are king. Love you
I drive you, stay on my path. Lonely silence. But lovely. So
Life, drop me a love
Where is it located?
Tell me soon. I move
I live in Toronto
For 46 years now
This is the city I love
I don't want to leave Toronto
For my
Birth city
There is nothing there for me
Also Toronto is a expensive city
To live
And I need to have the money
To live in Toronto
And it is not a problem for me
Because I have the money
Yes Toronto is a beautiful city
Thanks God I have the money to live
In my nursing home
Also I have good friends at the
Nursing home
I no longer have to cook my meals
The people in my nursing home
Cook my meals for me
I go down every night at 4:00 PM
For my meals
I sit at the table that is located at
The dining room
With another friend
We both eat our meal together
Also there are lots of sky scrapers in
Downtown Toronto
Every corner I go
I see buildings being built
Also there are lots of homeless people
Living in the streets of Toronto
That is ashamed
The homeless people refuse to go
To a shelter because of bed bugs
Also there are always begging for money
I got the money I got the time
To go for walks in the
Beautiful parks during the summer
Roary the rat was an alchemist with a notorious reputation.
He had been creating gold since his college graduation.
His workshop was located at the London Train station.
He alone had created most of the new treasury for the nation.
Now I shall create silver, he told Raven, his trusty cat.
This might seem odd, for a kitten to be a pet of a rat.
But Roary was not ordinary; and Raven was under a spell.
If the spell stopped working, Roary might find himself in…..
God , No God, May be God
Question arose there, who created God?
Nor he is begotten,
No. He begets not.
God. No God. Maybe God.
Uncertainty told the light a lot
He is sometimes far away, sometimes nearest
to your integer number of fantasy pages,
already brought.
There is already a lot on your plate. Truly a lot!
You and stress eating vetoed these , as understood
The glory faded away as
she stood on the deck with the burning sun, behind, a melting pot!
Still a beauty with flawless smile and
pearls of the forgotten time, as impeccable time sought!
I thought you did!
You held me up close and it simply withered away during sleep time
without the faintest clue of any debating try!
With teardrop of a lifetime, lifeline,
and a parable paraphrase, folklore
equidistantly located loci, of a vagabond sky!
Santorini, a stand out beauty, a splendor in the sea, a semicircular
Cycladic island in the Southern Aegean Sea with dramatic caldera
landscape so unique, crescent shaped, offering breathtaking views.
The famous whitewashed homes, structures with some featuring
glowing blue domes, cliffs falling into the blue crystal clear waters
of Aegean Sea, spectacular sunsets of dazzling kaleidoscope of colors.
Sadly, located at a fault zone with tectonic activity causing tremors.
A village in the sun
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists came to my village, and I, the only one who spoke English sealed the village's fate by telling them what a wonderful this place was and that there were several empty houses for sale the homes were snapped up and before you could say, Adam, the village became English
Cans of beer in the ditches, late-night parties scantily dressed women craving sex and sun the idyll was over it was time to leave my refuge from a noisy place filled with people who said how much they loved Portugal
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Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished.
One to keep and one to give.
A cute building appeared underneath this poem.
Inside, along the L shaped benches,
He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet,
And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs.
His second home was embroidered
On a simple white material,
The red galvanized walls on top,
Housing the Child Care Centre.
The glass windows framed with silver metal,
Located on the ground floor,
In front and on the side of the building,
The wear and tear black wooden columns,
Side by side unevenly standing in silence,
Covering most of the building glass surfaces.
On the right hand side,
A long and wide concrete foot path,
Leading to the front entrance,
Before joining the back garden.
Once inside, there are many facilities,
And well equipped amenities.
So many fond memories, engraved in my heart,
Written on my phone and also stored in my USB.
I now put these down to embroidery
To commemorate once my favorite library,
It ended since the day it went like this .........
As my nose twitched,
before the coming sneeze,
time froze, anticipation heightened,
awaiting its inevitable release.
I surfed the bardo,
my thoughtless attention animated,
wherein fulcrum of tremors,
could not be located.
The tumbler did fall,
when I least expected;
I covered my face,
that others be protected.
As for the act,
expelling saliva and air,
it’s a learnt art,
I perform with flair.
He hunts the streets of London
Like a jackal hunts its prey,
He walks the streets of London
All his tenants they must pay
In the darkest streets of London
His cold office is located,
In those dingey streets of London,
His bad reputation was created
Ghosts visit the streets of London
With warnings from the present and past,
Lessons from those streets of London
Learning why Scrooge became an outcast
There is joy in those streets of London
At Christmas, there is joy in the air
Scrooge learns from the streets of London
Family joy and love for all we care
Scrooge now walks the streets of London
With new joy and peace in his heart
Seeing the love in the streets of London
At last, he has made a fresh start.
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