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Imagine the clouds gathering above start to swirl
with hypnotic movement heavy rains begin to fall
the scent of the sea permeates, you inhale brisk salty air
and the angry waves divulge their impious white tip curls.
Imagine floating in the darkness of time
and your imagination speaks enchanting words
came back; come back to the lure of the ancient seas
into a prism of darkness, whispering its tapestry of rhyme.
Imagine drifting back in time, to the time before
when spirits walked, when the earth was new
back in time to the time when the red moon rose
and the Gods walked along its dim and distant shores.
Imagine far across the sea, the black walls of Hell
stretching forth to the sky where both sky and sea
darken into blackness, and the black clouds pause
then stir again as the angry sea heaves and swells.
Imagine the blood moon peering in the horizon
beckoning the mystics of the sea, chanting
come to me; come to me, come to me,
then the serpents of the sea, they begin risin’.
Imagine a mist emerging from the distant shore
spreading death along its lethal silent path
pausing briefly then heaves aside the shadows
with more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Imagine somewhere in that scene faces without names
filled with wisdom and skilled in prophecy,
beneath a vast space, of which is a tempest
with rolling billows, and tongues of electric flames.
Imagine floating above the angry waves
Whispering the words of the oracle
come to me, come to me, ever and anon
to the depth beneath, to the sailor’s watery graves.
Imagine now the calming seas;
Blue skies, white clouds, and
The solemn twilight of a new day;
Imagine the timber of this gentle breeze.
She asked for a pic
I went through the rules
No this and that
Bust and above
My best features
Only that
No hips and no arms
those aren't my charms
I went through the drill
My students knew it well
She came and whispered in my ear,
"Teacher, I love your figure
You're SO sexy."
I burst out laughing
Was this a joke?
No, she was dead serious
She loved how I moved
She loved how I danced
"Back home...
They'd love a woman like you
Your fullness is proportionate and sexy."
It seems a silly thing
But I did pose for the pic
I flicked back my hair
Had a smile on my face...
No, I'm not who I was...
But I'll get there somehow
I have to enjoy the here and now
A simple compliment
I'd heard like it before
from both genders...
Hard to accept
When you feel bad about yourself
But I never tire of hearing it
Beautiful and sexy...
Me?
It's all in the attitude
In the way that you move
in your smile and your eyes
Even with thunder thighs
A move and a shake
Will keep them awake
BUT....
I'm going to gain back my former glory
and watch out world....
That compliment is about to turn REAL!
Eileen
First Lohri .. from our hearts to yours
This First Lohri feels different, our children dear,
Joy in our hearts, yet a quiet tear.
This fire burns bright, though you’re far away,
Yet our prayers reach you, night and day.
Our handsome son, a part of our soul,
Our beautiful daughter in law, who made us whole.
In you both, we find laughter and light,
Two hearts, one journey, perfect in His might.
May Lohri’s warmth embrace you wherever you stay,
May rewri’s sweetness follow your every way.
May no distance ever lessen the love,
That flows from our hearts, the blessings above.
How far away you maybe, but never alone,
You live in our prayers, in every tone.
Happy First Lohri, our precious two,
All our love, is always, only for you.
Jan 13, 3026
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Your eyes can wander
But your heart cannot
And your hands must stay on me
I don’t care
If you can picture her bare
But her lips must stay a mystery
You can dream about another
In unconscious sleep
While lying with me in bed
But make it come true
And I promise you
You’re just gonna end up dead
When you placed upon my finger that diamond ring and exchanged those vows with me
We both made a promise to the other one to forget about past history
But going forward, we both resolved, to do it hand in hand
For me only you and you only me – one woman and one man
And even though you may get bored hav’n the same girl every night
I’m gonna be your wife for the rest of your life and we’ll make it turn out all right
So …
Your eyes can wander
But your heart cannot
And your hands must stay on me
I don’t care
If you can picture her bare
But her lips must stay a mystery
You can dream about another
In unconscious sleep
While lying with me in bed
But make it come true
And I promise you
You’re just gonna end up dead
WHAT IS A WOMAN
A woman is someone who reveres God and His laws above all else.
She knows wisdom, honor and dependability are more valuable than money or possessions.
She knows that respect is earned and fear is not respect.
She knows that true beauty comes from a gentle spiriit and a kind heart and she is known
for her goodness, patience and compassion.
She is aware of her responsibilities and performs her duties happily with pride in a job well
done.
She strives to teach these qualities to her children.
She loves her husband and her children and is faithful to both striving to be a source of pride
to them.
What is a woman?
She is the backbone of the family.
She is the heart of the house teaching patience, love and virtue.
She is the glue that holds the family together.
Judy Ball
Bha e brèagha an-de
(It was Beautiful Yesterday)
There was a sailing vessel
With many a sail proudly lapping in the wind
A flag of the Celtic honor, in ruin an rented
As all the sailors sing
Of my love for you
From long ago
Before death became our friend
Oh would I be sailing from stormy seas to the Scottish glens
To lay some flowers at your side
Your beauty is now far under
My love ill wait for all eternity
For loves resurrection’s stormy thunder
Our bodies may be under stone
Our memories long lost in tales and fable
Let no man ever lay any such claim
Our love was not the gift of briny seaworthy fame
We be only stones, in a meadow blue
When you come upon our fate
Tiss with this verse, I state my case
The life that escaped our sadly date
Love though was true as sky
For long ago, she bid adieu
Her sadness at my drowning departure
As I her lover was told to be
Buried deep and under sea
Both sadness and the tossing waves
Took the life out of her and me
So when you look at fading stones
Remember the love that used to be
Aurguements of the eadily arranged sections were
new words and phrases would
create a tenseing in conversation to
bring past era movments to an end
they cited the evolution of invented
machines and the
evolution of
sceince it's self
to illustrate the now and then
in both words and new facts were
old thoughts have solved mysteries
were novice sceince
have found new ways to see and create
1866 to 1945 the skies of (TCrB)
that what shall exsist now will be
seen and recorded as new sceince
having nothing to
do with the
old sceince which has been recorded
and can only be compared.
that the new sceince shall not be allowed to
cause ah troubling
among novice in the general populous communities
intersellar fusion
where stars exhaust hydrogen
and began to become dormant
of mankind.
The Snare is Temoparly unavaliable and the manufacter has
moved to Dormancy.
It includes Sopka Veles speaks
the balalaika
Eumetopias Jubatus spoke this to the people.
from the Stone area of Mesozoic and Paleozoic.
Severo-Kurilsk in the Kuril Islands
the reports spoke of a 8.8 magnitude quake here
a quake that caused a tsunami wave.
from alaska to california thru mexico to the
south american coast
they watched and waited
for the wave not know how intense it would be.
tsunami warning in Hawaii, after damage in both Russia
and Japan. They discontinued the tsunami warnings Crescent City
was the last to warning.
The Kamchatka quake caused Volcano to erupt off the coast
of Russia.Klyuchevskoy Volcano spewed it's load, ashfall
caused damage.
The Songs to appease Perun has angered Veles
he unleased quake after quake to
quiet there worship
and after the strongest quake
he made the volcano erupt
and send out a tsunami to
dismantle the Temples
the people built
to worship Perun.
(In 1807, Beethoven wrote a piano/violin
piece. Tolstoy followed in 1890, with a novel.
He argued that matrimony can never work.)
What is a marriage? A fusion, or a tether?
Two very different creatures, yoked together?
I was a piano, you a violin:
I, solid, calming, you, discordant, thin,
and laced with bitterness. I was your base,
and you provided brio, flourish, grace.
A lacewing trapped inside a window frame,
yet driven by one blind, unchanging aim,
you struggled up until, played out, defeated,
you fluttered down again, debased, depleted.
A war's a love affair, and love's a war.
We're so inept - or what's a heaven for?
A nest of wasps, my grievances boiled over -
but could there ever be a vita nuova?
We never learned. I hammered pointlessly,
while you abraded. Why could we not see?
And so I played it stately, sad, no frills,
while you kept up your repetitions, trills
and variations. Hovering and wary,
you shunned my structures. Ever more contrary,
you coiled and squirmed in spasms both continuous,
spontaneous, free-wheeling, lithe and sinuous.
It seemed to me the harmony had gone:
we sang on, yes, but each a separate song.
Two butterflies together, intertwined,
we tangled on the same, but different, line.
I've thought long and hard,
it's time for the final change to worthless living;
I'll leave the stress and the hurdles
at home and flee from grieving,
throwing out ideas that are profane and unsound!
My luck depended on the right card...
I was scarred by an invisible sword
being deceived by clever liars,
suddenly letting down the guard!
It's time for the final change to living,
I'm bored, I'm broken going nowhere;
girls want money, jewels, and a good time,
they've drained my credit card in one single night!
I'm walking with empty pockets, except for a dime;
it can't even buy me coffee or beer, am I that smart?
Streets are empty, lights are dim, I turn into a hare...
running faster, trying to get somewhere!
Dressing up, I sprained my both arms,
I was rushing to meet frizzy-haired Sinead,
she had a long affair with crazy Fred;
what comes out of her big mouth is not clean,
foul words make her a proud and elite queen:
I am her puppet, she has many charms!
It's time for the final change to worthless living,
I turn around and start from the beginning;
ah, lust is the worst habit of weak men,
rich guys smile, while poor guys cry;
being humble is not asking anyone for anything,
trusting anybody is a terrible thing to admit!
You learn by living, but merely getting by:
is a meager wish that won't ever benefit!
I hop on the next train breathing hard,
and sitting down I find relief, then a sex pot
stands in front of me, I give up my seat,
" Thank you, sweety. " I look up and smile,
forgetting I'm not a millionaire who just won the jackpot,
I asked her for a date, she looked at me saying,
" It will cost you, I am an elite lady of the night:
is your answer yes or no? " I scratched my head frowning,
" I got robbed before by the same kind, I learned a lot..."
" You are a chauvinist pig talking to me that way, I am a cop! "