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I walk down the corridor of time looking at the distance that we have travelled from, we met at the crossing where the line stood straight and the traffic was moving all over the place, and you held the book in your hand pointing towards the sun. I wasn’t sure what you wanted to say but from the look on your face, we have come a long way and we will be together to end of our days, what could pull us apart, even when the valley is dark we will hold on to each other's promise and seal our destiny with a kiss and when the night gets cold we will wrap the towel around our soul. If you could hold on to time, would you say that you are mine? If you could hold on to time, would you change your mind? I can hear the wind howling and their spirits are groaning and the birds on the trees are singing a sweet melody for thee, the spring of yesterday is withering away and the cherry blossom on the hill with its magnificent light has crossed the barrier of time, listen to the whispers and you will get the final answer.
Its time!
Writing this from the deepest part of me
she who sits on the golden sands
Here I am love at your feet
Dripping inside blood of passion
sings in your desire
Truly good morning precious smiles
A loving clear bright blue sky
Heaven's loving
Songbirds are singing
I surrender my soul o beautiful rose
sweetly in thorns yearning
Autumn leaves beginning to lose
their shades of green hue
The heather is still in beautiful blossom
A vision way outside this mind
Takes this soul away enchanting magical dreams
inside out soft echoes, silently whisper
Caressing blades of grass dew upon these fingertips
Wet from tears running down these eyes
as I rubbed the dew in deep thought
Last night I was staring upon a full moon face
Lunar vision inside the mind is now where
one begins painting
A sun with her fingers has brought it all back to me
Warmth from her sweet kiss burns deep inside
gentle soft fingers of love's beauty warmly touching
Love you give me all my reasons to live
the very same reasons I would die for
Alone you're my every breathing thought
Last night I was wishing for you
searching space among'st the stars
brightly such a vision shines all treasures
wrapped up in one most amazing gift
Finding you.re the answer to every dream
prayers wishing with the lost souls staring
crying your name into space
Joining souls together, two hearts become one
I found that paradise with you was lost
I must confess that
when I was younger
Love was not always
my first impulse…
Anger the impediment--
Fear the antagonist;
and now, much older
Love must be present,
the main ingredient in
all endeavors; permeate
as scent of a blossom
and Light redeeming
dawn—there must be
interaction with
the Soul of Love
or all my past
and negative
conclusions
positively foregone--
not to be confused
or misinformed:
I speak beyond
the surface norm
though how appealing
shades evolving
rapturously into hues
entrancingly revealing,
with misty perfumes
that ride the air
such carpet magic
beguiling—the contours
of smiles
though how captivating
now most manufactured
from these Pearly-whites
I run, yes leap into
evasive flight
as day often seems
to bolt haphazardly
into perilous night…
as with religion
no longer faith enough
to charm and draw me
with its promise,
such mysticism
that climbs above
all suffering
as if no height
too high
we glide above
like angel span
soaking up thermals
escaping our
sacrificial earth
such pagan body
left far below
with new eyes
and heart
unwavering--
to say I soar
for the Genuine God
is to say
I enter deeper
within--
there is no
true beauty
needing further
definition
outside of
itself…
I speak of the rose
at the moment of perfection
when color and scent
on immortal display,
the mountain’s highest
peaks when baptized with
a season’s first snow
and the moon full-spot-on
illuminating the
dramatic-face
of heaven’s own
figurative show
I grow in spirit,
reach and aspire--
all nature
a performer
and we theaters
All God….
In fields of endless blue, where heavens meet the earth,
Sapphire blooms unfold, kissed by the morning's birth.
Rose whispers weave a song on gentle breezes' wings,
A tapestry of colours, where the heart finds solace sings.
Each blossom, bold and bright, a brushstroke in the light,
A blush of crimson wakes against the azure's gentle might.
Sunbeams, and playful dancers, chase across the fragrant scene,
A field of floral grace, where beauty reigns serenely.
The air, a chalice filled with sweet, intoxicating wine,
A haven of perfume, where shadows cease to twine.
I tread this path, a pilgrim in a wonderland so fair,
Where worries drift like clouds, and beauty fills the air.
A fetus is a person,
A life within the womb,
A tiny, growing human,
A blessing yet to bloom.
Though small and barely formed,
It has a beating heart,
A soul that's pure and warm,
A precious work of art.
With tiny fingers curled,
And little toes to wiggle,
It's a wonder in this world,
A miracle and a giggle.
It's a life that's in transition,
A journey just begun,
A precious little mission,
A race that must be run.
The fetus is a person,
A being yet to thrive,
A soul that's just emerging,
A being that's alive.
It's not a clump of cells,
Or just a piece of flesh,
It's a person, can't you tell?
A life that must be blessed.
The fetus is a person,
A gift that's from above,
A being that's soon to blossom,
A symbol of pure love.
It's a life that's worth protecting,
A soul that must be cherished,
It's a future that's worth investing,
A promise that's not to be perished.
So let's give the fetus a chance,
To live and to be born,
Let's embrace this tiny dance,
And celebrate a life that's sworn.
For a fetus is a person,
A human being to be,
A life that's just beginning,
A person, you and me.
Unfolding Pleasures
Hand-in-hand we walk along the moonlit blue beach
Out of nowhere breathtaking waves of emotion engulf us
As we are in each other's embrace soaring and not holding back
Exploring and awaking unfolding pleasures of sweet blossom petals
Under the blanket of the blue twilight sky on a warm bed of sand
Retracing and nourishing long forgotten blissful memories of life experiences
The smells of fresh night and the salty ocean breeze
Out of the darkness comes an alarming screeching
Terrified in panic and fear we embrace
Watching a massive flooding wave overcome us from the ocean tsunami
© By: Eve Roper 8/2/2015
You come, and we welcome a new beginning.
You arrive, and we celebrate your presence.
There is an outpouring of joy,
And a feast of thanksgiving.
You come and open the door to a cycle of 365 days.
You arrive, and we turn to fresh pages,
Embracing a new way of living,
Counting the days and nights.
There is a door that leads to you,
And we are eager to pass through it.
We embark on a journey,
Though some are called to the beyond before its end.
Your arrival brings awakening for some, They discover new ways to blossom the meadow.
They dispel the pervading shadows,
As you guide their steps, lit by the sunshine of your embrace.
Yet some do not perceive the light you bring.
They stumble and search in the gloom,
Singing songs that are not their own,
Following paths not envisioned by their minds.
January 4, 2025.
I met a chap in an English pub and asked from whence he came.
"Harumph! I hail from Piddlehinton", he pompously did proclaim!
"And you sir?", he asked and I proudly puffed out my chest.
"I come from Bean Blossom, Indiana, USA, out of the great Midwest!"
With that we guffawed and began a dialogue about curious city names,
Quaffing pints of Guinness along, as we staked outrageous claims.
"Have you heard of Cripple Creek or French Lick?", I reported.
"No! 'Ave you 'eard of Mousehole or Puddletown?", he retorted.
I proffered the names of Bad Axe, Buzzards Bay and a place called Hazard.
He countered with Cockermouth, Muggleswick and a place named Lizard!
"If you visit the colonies stop by Pigeon Forge and Intercourse!"
"While you're 'ere visit Thunderjug and Giggleswick of course!"
He taunted me with names like Liphook, Lickey End and Crackpot,
But I boasted of Eek, Waxahachie, Bunkie and the burg of Jackpot!
He babbled on telling of Beanacre, North Piddle and Balls Cross.
I depleted my reservoir of names - I could only think of La Crosse!
He challenged me to a game of darts - the board was down the hall,
But in my delicate boozy condition, I could hardly see the wall!
I excused myself admitting that in darts and city names he was deft.
He was still muttering Birdlip, Fugglestone and Diddlebury as I left!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A LOVE FOR YOU--
how shall I go on
you placed my heart strings on hold
liken a blossom
leaf open up sweet
your nectar exposed glowing
sweet to the touch so
so inviting just
pleasant tantalizing so
sweet to the morrow
you are an orchid
I pick you from the garden
my tender flower
beauty that you are
and I have a love for you
wanting to look at
at your tender stem
smell tangent floral blossoms
liken a blossom
how shall I go on
you placed my heart strings on hold
liken a blossom
beauty that you are
and I have a love for you
wanting to look at
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8/31/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The sun was just rising over the moon as Monday’s gloom fell upon the earth
I rolled over in my bed and pushed the pillow aside as the sun rays brushed my skin from the open window
As I opened my eyes and looked out the window and saw a sight I had not seen before
My eyes saw a Japanese Cherry Blossom blooming in the spring
Its beauty seemed to speak to me and say everything was going to be ok
Vibrant colors that gave life to the weak and a strong wavy trunk that gave a voice to those who could not speak
And as I gazed up the tree my mind began to open up to so many new things
Love seemed attainable and money was not a concern
Thoughts did not make us ill and words did not kill
The world spun on genuine joy and the only thing that held weight was trust because gravity didn’t exist
Just as I was about to reach the top the bottom became higher and my mind woke up
It was just a dream in which I noticed the inspiration I had within me
Life’s new beginning are unlimited
p.s. so I’ll keep dreaming until I don’t wake up….
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life. 8/21/16