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"Never have 'Favorite People,'" is Number One!
They are the Alpha of Creation and a lot of fun.
However, here are some Things, dear souls:
Short, medium and long-range Goals
Reached, celebrated and recalibrated!
Genius' in Loving, like God does, not Self over-rated,
Music in my heart and a Smile on my face,
Nature, those green glades in place,
Clouds, beaches and Alpine mounts,
Glens with flowers and new-life sprouts,
The Laughing Places of surprise or of joy,
The trusting eyes of Girl or Boy,
Provisions and bountiful Generosity,
Peace in God's Presence, endless Curiosity.
A focus and Prayer,
A breath of fresh Air.
Freedom, Transparency and Light!
All these favorite Things steal the Night
Of anguished Soul, the thirst of Despair,
The Lonely, weighty Care.
Serious Work begins to lighten,
Another's face brighten!
Home is then found Within,
A sweet Commune to Source and to Begin.
Hope is not taken for granted.
Sin is absolutely abolished, by Grace granted.
Receive a Collateral-Beauty now and really!
Kneeling before Father God begin to give freely
The Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh,
With no apathy, confusion nor pride to deter.
Rejection, frustration and fear are no more
For Faith is at the Door!
FORGE AHEAD
Forge ahead, spines are steel
anger, tragedy, treachery heal
betrayal merely a step on ladders
Golden Age arises, Kali Age passes
fragrant oysters in Bloomsbury Blue
manifesting pearls for specific rings
bring garlands, soulfully sing
Dark was the night
facing polished daggers, fists tight
Herculean shoulders held mirrors
seeing shadows in hot quivers
they were mere simulation games
for false egoic fame
Enmeshed on a timeline where
we toiled taciturn to pay rent
glow and glee unnecessarily spent
numberless illusions, broken vows
struggling sorrowfully, success in the now
Love with faith lying in a mess
a necessary playing of
hide-seek schemes to loosen
toady tones, melt frozen marrow
in calcium-poor bones
Our curriculum included knowing
strategy and tactics
docile services so hectic
courage relentless coppered with marble
awaiting cosmic chisel to challenge
maidens through their drizzles
Slowly we learnt to sow
for an abundant harvest of
Ceres pipless sweet grapes
scrape skin alone, releasing gritty stones
journey solitary beaches
clearing human leeches
studying symbols from light
languages nimble
holy mantras our companion horns
realisation dawned a fresh spring morn
Life lesson upon lesson
ages come and go, as sessions
mates all part of an orchestra for
mind to microscopically mime
Soul to rise, summit a visceral
vista of primal presence wise
hopes equal whims on froth of light
seeds everywhere in skimming sight
gather them simply, plant anew
Focus fresh, a tiny platinum key cue
We are our own bromeliads
pyramids, dungeons or charnel ground
diamond within is Purity’s eternal mound
indestructibility not mortality is
Soul’s character sound
as Mantis magnifies new beginnings
know they were already sculpted to scoop
sapphires of own silvery choosing
Forge ahead, no noosing !
The warm sand trickled through my fingers.
I wriggled my toes and felt no shoes.
Opening my eyes and quickly closing them.
The bright sun blinded me for a moment.
The gentle ripple of waves lapping the shore.
I sat up from my sandy resting place.
The day was hot and the air was so fresh.
I still had my party clothes on, and what was this?
A note in my pocket, scribbled on crumpled paper.
It read: What a gr8 party, Welcome to our tropical isle, please stay.
Slowly my eyes focused. I read a sign SWIM BETWEEN THE FLAGS
Shaking the sand off me as I stood, I tried to make out where I was.
Still groggy from those wonderful cocktails last night,
I vaguely remembered being too smashed to drive.
Not to worry, I am unharmed and had a great time.
It’s a beaut day, and this beach is pretty amazing.
I picked up my shoes laying beside me, heels weren’t for the beach.
Wandering along the shoreline, the cool wet sand underfoot.
A familiar sign on the life guard’s club house read :
Queensland, beautiful one day perfect the next. The Gold Coast
Laughing, I ran across the warm sand to the street.
Time to walk half a mile back to where the party was to collect my car.
I was in my own beautiful wonderful tropic Island.
Palm trees lining the beaches, sunny days on golden sand.
Amazing animals found nowhere else, tropical fruit, and coconuts,
Bananas and mangos and pineapple and my favorite pawpaw.
Clean clear water from our dams, friendly multicultured folk,
Cute lifesavers, Oh no way would I ever want to leave here !
So proud of my Australian, tropical island home.
He asked her to be his acquaintance
she smiled and spoke of the words
he used.
he said to her if my camp again to win
you over is successful then these words
might help to define or redefine what
is needed in our relationship to help in
those times of creativity.
She smiled again, than if i'm seeking offers
from others do you think these words would
put you over?
In all fairness anyone who preseeds me might have
a greater chance of soothing you into a relationship
what lacks perfection is often spoken into doubt
yet the togetherness of obligation respoils the need
of being as one. You are a babbler she said. foolish
Undefine it sounds intelligent but once I sift through
the definitions it might crumble beneath my feet..
Must one toil when the task is to love and be love
that the other might be loved in return?
Moments and moments she said each
more special than the other, might than I'll understand?
Often called rumination or overthinking, the chore
of doing tires. Numbering the days ahead might leave
you lonely, she told him. He answered saying only,
what wonders the night, might the two wish each others
company.Scherzo a light playful smirk she smiled with
a glaring glee. You enjoy working against yourself.
Juxtaposition
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She went out of way to be different and noticed.
I loved her walk and the way she allowed herself noticed.
" That plain sleeveless spaghetti strap: why do so many
sexy women love hawaiian beaches. I meet a gorgeous Gal
on the shores of Oahu. I applauded the designers
as much as this lovely woman." The Wow's for a Pretty Woman.
You might reach for survival
But it will not reach for you
You can carry on for the most of your days
But the reality will never fade
You can dream of taking
Long walks on sandy beaches
You can exercise the thoughts
Of having a little white house
In Rhode Island
You can search for peace
With in the cliffs
The mountain less skies
But none with be visual or heart found
You can say it was just your culture
That you knew no better
You can wipe away your feelings
As if they were never there
And you can say history is meant to be repeated
That is for those who do not learn
You can journey on
Like good ole men
With bad intent, of coarse
And you can keep praying
For a casualty of beliefs
To sooth your worries
You can beg upon, wars, deceit
And smiles vaguely at your feet
You can carry on as though
Times will not lapse with in you
Worry if you will
For I am not yet done
I spoke from a rose of absence
I gave you the most vulnerable moments
Of a saddened angel
Yet I come to find
That you only wish me away
Teens in love sleep under the stars
I took my peaches
To the beaches
We parked the car
Looked up at the stars
A wise voice went off
Was father's scoff
Not milk the cow, now
til your wedding vows
What her father said
daughter is well bred
No creep's to her bed
Boy, Are we understood
Yes sir, I'll be good
So good to hear, great
So go out and have a fun date
We had first drove around
Waved to friends in town
Sang some tunes
twice bought balloons
laughed it off
her father's scoff
to shake and bake we go
with milk shakes in tow
to beach and our desires
hearts ragging on fire
to our favorite spot
hidden from being caught
with my peaches
at the beaches
now back to where we were
stars above a blur
ovens a baking
cars a shaking
windows a foggy mist
from racing bliss
two teens in love
no voices above
caring free
to spree
to her father's scoff
we now blastoff
connie pachecho
1/11/17
PART I.
I.
each night...
I think about the moment when we'll vanish
on the doormat of an empty house
because I know some day they will come -
the malignant conquistadors and their moon colored hounds
when this century of the sleepless will come to an end
so I'm trying to unravel the missing monologues
while indulging in many contradictions
stranded on remote beaches
seeking the redemption with sand in my hair
like a famished cormorant rambling the landfill
in a very weird mental state
II.
it's becoming clear...
that time has shunned this godforsaken place
and as I'm following the familiar landmarks
following the strange candlelit pathways
I know that your bedroom is in a saltwater heaven
far away from the angry masses
becalming myself in my transient refuge
while you're deploying your crying talent
we went loose from our moorings and you refused the safety buoy
now tide of our sensations is coming up fast
turning us into these crumpled wrecks
left to rust at the shallow bay
III.
these sleeping islands...
are just relics of my hopes, diaries of fading sunlight
after we carved our scriptures on the dormant rocks
creating museums of our own memories
at the very edge of despair
and I think that we'll never be missed
you, me and my companion of delusions
but remember dear, there are no boundaries
be sure that I'd row my soul over the vast seas
to see you standing on the abandoned shoreline
and our handprints will fossilize in the interim
imprinting the fatal visions to rocky soil
For a fun vacation, I suggest San Diego might be for you
A city with lots of sunshine and warm temperatures and plenty to do
Its proximity to the border gives you lots of Mexican food choices to try
Endless beaches with boardwalks for strolling nearby
The zoo provides you with a spectacular array of animals far and wide
Balboa Park with its stunning architecture has to be tried
The biggest swap meet you have ever seen
Something for everyone I can tell because I have been
Little Italy is a part of town, and great Italian cuisine sure to delight
The old town where it all began, a taste of Mexico, a must-see sight
A few miles away Legoland can be found
Children can build things and take rides that will lift them off the ground
Coronado Resort is not to be missed with its idyllic charm and golden-era look
If you want to have a wonderful holiday in SanDiego you should book
Shinning in the light so bight.
The sun turns into night.
The winter cold breeze.
The touch of spring.
The summer breeze.
And the colorful leafs in the fall.
Each season has there own
speical meaning to them.
Spring:Is when the flowers bloom,
and when the animals come out to
play.
And easter of course..
Summer:Its hot,Thats when all the
beaches open up.
Fall:The changing of the leafs and the
weather change.We give thanks in fall..
For thanksgiving.
Winter:Snow,snow,snow..Its finally here.
and wait is over.
christmas is here,and we could never
forget new years..
But thats the seasons for me.
We’ll be leaving in a day or three. School’s starting again soon, so I’m taking some last summer looks around.
When it’s vacation time I want vetted recreation - who wants to take chances?
Last spring, in the last few weeks of school, on the metro or when I should be studying, or on cold nights - when I should’ve been studying - I’d try to visualize these pactolian Héraclée beaches.
The bright, exclusive, Héraclée summer sun - that electrically-radial herald of beachy fun - bestriding a seaside indigo summer sky - like a fiery, winged messenger of heaven-spun blessings.
Hemingway, a man who lived in pedestrian Florida, wrote that the French Riviera was ‘the garden of Eden.’ Picasso said, ‘in sunflower sun, the clean, quartz-grained sand of Saint Tropez glitters like diamonds.’
Héraclée is slower, wilder and more natural than touristy Saint Tropez and its beaches are practically deserted. Craggy hills slope down to a pristine shoreline, where the sand is as soft as cotton.
We’re at a private area, where ‘plage-attendants’ (severs) circulate among vanilla colored cabanas, dressed in understated, tans and beiges - silently delivering food, amenities and drinks.
Waves chatter a timeless prose that lulls you to trance in cool bungalow shadows - this mile of riviera strand - totes private - is clothing optional.
The heat of the day brings out fragrant scents of native scrub blossoms - jasmine, rosemary, mimosa and thyme, sea salt and umbrella pine to produce aromatherapy-like fragrances that seemingly dissolve time.
This shore of sanctuary, where the scented air itself seems to compose rhyme, has always been a poet’s muse - with its golden afternoons and moonlit, tinsel-flecked tides.
Héraclée is whatever you want it to be - you’re free to inhabit multiple polarities.
It’s not, in fact, heaven - but it’s close.
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Songs for this:
Don't Forget the Sun - The Explorers Club
Summer Girl (Bonus Track) by HAIM