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I wish to lean towards the extraordinary
Just a bit beyond mundane and ordinary
All the while avoiding stupidity
As I move through life's problems with fluidity
Being bold enough to avoid my passivity
So that I can approach my human capacity.
Without being consumed by my own naivety
No excuses
I'll find the answers
I'm one of the problem solving dancers
I tip toe beyond my mind shaped prisons
Gliding through life's inevitable seasons
Everything that happens
Happens for so many different reasons
So I'll stand up
Wake up
Get up
And get to it
I'll make the best of it
not trying to avoid it
Or being afraid of it
Full force when needing it
Holding back nothing
Yet willing to give away all of it
Because I'm borrowing it
None of it
Belongs to any of us
Some are passengers
Others of us
Are driving the bus
Let's make the trip good
Don't be afraid of being generous
Celebrate others
Forget being envious
By leaning towards your you
You too can live it
Breathe it
Seize it
Be in it
Move through and beyond it
Together we can celebrate it
You me and all of it!
All because we leaned just a little bit.....
Yes we can say we've done it
It's the best
That's all there is to it
After all "it's the real thing!" isn't it?
Good Morning to All
By Franklin Price
7/21/2015
Good morning to all
To each of my friends
We're all getting older
Maybe wearing depends
Could use some control
In more ways than one
Grateful each day
For the rise of the sun
Walking and talking
Still have thought of mind
The best things in life
Are not hard to find
Family and friends
A grandchild or two
A roof overhead
That belongs just to you
A stomach that's sated
Just not over full
Living retired
Without so much bull
Paying the bills
Before they come due
That's quite enough for me
How about you?
Be grateful each day
Thank the man up above
Once again a good morning
I'm sending with love
Eternal love is considerate, in its presence ~ gliders grace with elegance—Poet
All true and deep love is a sacrifice—Carl Jung
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As winter’s snow drifts upon the meadows
I await the thaw, *
and the caw of the cockatoo
perched on the magnolia tree branch
White icy avalanche melting, *
nourishing the soil ‘neath the brittle bush
*
As the first cherry blossom blooms
An umbra of blushing pink
A white parrot whistles his tunes
Spring dissipates dark ink laden clouds
Left behind are the remnants
of snow squall shrouds, *
*
Fall's
* cascading
eminence
*
A new moon dawns
To defy autumnal of March
would be to deny
the swans of their elegant arch
Of their everlasting love
for each other, fidelities peace
As peaceful as the dove,
As loyal as geese
*
They roam, lead bird navigator,
social dominance his experience
Holds sway as an avian aviator
Riverboat pilot steering the helm
Like the migratory birds with no homes
find comfort on the majestic elm
In serene and bluest of skies
flocks fly in V forms *
Trailing birds ride an updraft effortlessly
glide along the breeze
While other birds fly aimlessly
Swanning over the hillside with ease
*
Gliding above the oceanside
are the seagulls without any destination
Robins let their tails
just brush the ground
To spat isn’t the mountain quail’s thing
Just charming chit chat *
Or a love song he’ll sing
The parrot in the cherry blossom tree
Elegant, considerate feathered friend so free
The whole world belongs to you
In warmer weathered early Spring
Piercing through the leafy, bucolic overgrowth
I seek beyond vines 'n streams to find my way.
A mythic path into the tempting foliage
or enlightened trail to nature's knowledge.
I confess, my lifetime's voice has been unreliable
yet, I'm certain my inner truth is viable.
Milton's epic sin verse sustained my child mind
later left me hungry for more to ponder, more to find.
Darkness visible to the temple Pandemonium
nature's light beams reveal "On Mani Padme Hum".
Tug a bit on earthly muck and you shake us all.
Hell's beguiling murkiness made the eternal fall.
Wonderment of awe: what's right in this place,
life emergent, goodness here, evil leaves little trace.
Science changed the mystic tales of the middle ages.
Can't accept the historical theories of the sages.
Study deeper the spirit beneath bible stories.
Rise up in hope! Therein lies the human glories!
The courageous bravely entering Nirvana's gate.
Paradise belongs also to those who only stand and wait.
Stretch your hands across the sea and see how far your heart can reach, take out the ancient scroll and read the oracle of old that is more than a hundred years old. Follow me through the moment in time and resurrect the creatures of the divine, absorb what they say and open your heart to experience a brand-new day. The sea is yours and the creatures are lagging around the shores for the truth is yet to be told.
Brave men of our modern world, travel through space searching for another race and looking for water in space where they can meet for the next date. I don’t know how that could be, for all the creature on earth resides in the sea.
Maybe there are species that you have never seen that washed up from time to time at the edge of the sea and you search diligently to find one specimen that could tell you that there is something in the sea that belongs to thee. And when you find it, you go out on a global expedition to bring it to life so the whole world can celebrate a brand-new life.
Creatures of sea lives in the depth of the sea, creatures of the sea make their home on the ocean floor and the souls of brave men and women that made it home, resides in the belly of the sea waiting for a ship to lead them back home, but others are content where they are for that is where they ought to be.
The secret of the world is embodied in the sea, but you spent billion exploring space when everything that you search for is tied up in the ocean current and handled carefully with great devotion.
You build your home in a place that has no gravity and you cannot tie your shoelace there, for everything up there must come down here. Shipwreck and lost plane at sea will one day come back to haunt thee and if the Bermuda triangle did indeed exist, that too will reveal the pessimist.
Creatures of the sea are large; they are spreading their wings abroad. There are mysteries in the sea that you cannot see; you have to go deeper to connect with thee. There are secrets of the ocean that must be unfolded, and it cannot be done unless you connect with the lost soul that are trapped in the sea and help them to emerge from their secret place and introduce them to the human race.
Creatures of the sea are wrapped in time with you and me lets go on this special journey to find the lonely creatures living far out in the sea.
One Man’s Opinion
(Take From Some, Give To Others)
Written: by Miracle Man
9/11/2021
For those who are wealthy, many show disdain,
talk of income redistribution drives me insane.
As our country grows weaker each passing day,
we encourage those who can’t make their way.
A socialist nation were too fast becoming,
numerous won’t work and spend days slumming.
Many choose assistance, given their druthers,
but believe in sharing, what belongs to others.
I can’t relate to what being wealthy would be like
but I don’t resent the rich.
They create the jobs that sustain the rest of us,
and for this I’m thankful and have been blessed.
Tom
Kawehi : Part Five
You’re taking me back, to back in the day.
I love this Garbage music; you can still create a smile upon my face.
Pour some misery down on me and I will find a way,
To be happy when I am sad and I will be happy when it rains.
I should be in the kitchen, but I cannot drag myself away.
I should be doing other things, but they are not a priority.
I should stop writing new parts, to my Kawehi poetry,
But you inspire me to do more; you breathe life into me.
I am an angel who will be destroyed and my world may disappear,
But I was happy at least once; because I was able to hear.
I have known of love and I have known of a love lost,
So I am still depressed;
But I could believe in a thing called love again,
If I could find my own Radiohead.
Is she pop? Is she rock?
I think she is whatever she wants to be at that time.
Am I really here, or am I gone?
For this must be what Heaven sounds like,
To this poet who cannot lie.
Left high and dry by love, but I will find my way home;
Love is where my heart belongs, so I must find my way.
Make the sadness sound beautiful; I have a place I can go,
To escape from the world and all it has to offer…
Lost love is such a price to pay.
She is the best that I have ever heard;
The image of love I see in her.
The wish I have is for my next woman to compare;
But I have my doubts that anyone ever could,
So I will remain unaware.
I do not know my next love, but I know I love Kawehi;
Music for my mind has been created in the 21st century.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
It's not over until it's all said and done
And the final Victory is done
It's not over till the final scene is closed
Woo oh oh
It's Not Over and the curtains hung down
It's not over, it's not over till the victories finally won
Oh Lord
Everything and nothing the victory is the Lord's
It belongs to God it's not old
It's not over till the victories finally won
It's not over till the Lord comes down, nah
It''s not over, over till the victories won
If it's not setting up the sun
It's 900 to the victory is won
Who's the one who wins they His son, His son the Holy One His son
He whom shines so bright
He who is heavens holy light
His son oh, his Son the righteous one, the holy one His son His son the Holy One the righteous one is not over
Till the Son comes down
It's not over until Jesus comes
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Inspired by Carrie Richard’s poem “Unlatched”
YOU ARE MY SONSHINE
Our song together,
just you and me
“You are my sunshine…”
Our song belongs,
only to us
And how I used to love
to pull you on my lap,
even catching
the last few times,
before you left
for college…
A son belongs
to his mom
for so short a time
Yet how wonderful
to see your success
in your job
with your wife
and kids
You are still my sunshine,
my only sunshine
a title belonging
to an only son
who used to call his mom
his princess
and heave his empty wallet
out of his pocket
“Get whatever you want, Mom”
Memories so strong
that hold open doors
for the one woman in his life
a lifetime ago
with a handsome bow
tied on a moonlight cradle
Now I cradle the phone to my ear
with bended heart
listening
to the grownup man...
Oh how proud I am.
11/16/2017
We don't talk about it
Since hands upon the clock have ceased to move
When minutes creep, on skittish feet
The walls grow small~
By blue degrees, she drowns slowly
Waiting on skies which never clear
While she cuts holes in paper souls
Calling pain by prettier names
She is not invisible
Although she is unseen~
Cloudy skies have beauty, too
Dappled in blue's infinite base
But all the sunlight is full of smoke
Frost tipped flowers of summers fled
Into the wind of oblivion
Melancholy lullabies
Scattered like coins down wishing wells
Price of paradise
She lies and says that she is fine
When truth is too fearful to seek~
Here lies the grave of innocence
Guarding roses of agony
Too brief a heaven to reside
In vastness
We shall lie
Under a thousand eyes~
I am full
Of emptiness
The silence
Of severed hope
Sinking to
The floor of futility
Under the toll
Of heaven's weight
Distract my dark thoughts
New moon's amnesia
As the ground
Falls off my feet...
Her epitaph, an unsent letter~
It takes more sight
Than you would see
To love the soul
That belongs to me.
3/21/21
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