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I indulge myself, pamper myself and love myself daily.
Putting up an imaginary stop sign if I hear mean internal words.
Belittling words, putting down words or a frowny face.
I yell STOP as loudly as I can, for this is a technique I teach children.
I put three sugars in my coffee and a packet of cocoa sweet.
This gives me a little uplift before breakfast.
I blow kisses to myself in the bathroom mirror.
And say “Hi Daddy!” for I have my Daddy’s face.
I miss him, and this makes me smile.
I am all about doing things I love and I love lots of things.
I socialize on the phone while I cartoon and paint.
My friends all beg to meet but I put them off.
Because each day is my own, and I love to cartoon.
I draw mushroom and teapot houses on canvases.
Gnomes, faeries, brownies, witches and pirates follow.
My muse laughs as I add a giant red cat and a petite lavender dog.
Painting the canvases gives me such delight it should be illegal.
My creations are full of acrylic neon paints that glow in the dark.
We have black lights in three rooms of the house.
Over six hundred of my paintings uplift and refresh me daily.
I am an elementary school counselor, teaching character ed lessons.
I love my job and cannot fathom ever giving it up.
I will probably be going out with a toe tag in a body bag.
When I am ninety-two and my body is pronounced dead.
Death does not scare me, I do not believe in it.
Only a much lovelier place that is our real home.
As we are really spirit, right God?
I never teach the same year twice.
I write my lessons up into books, and put them on LuLu.
I write ten poems a day, and I have ten terrific grandchildren.
My dogs Buddy and Sophie and my husband Joe adore me.
My life is grand thanks to me concentrating on having fun daily.
At the Airport, waiting for the plane,
I look around and see
Heads all down, screens alight, conversation naught.
People sitting, concentrating, fingers flying,
No discussion, silently watching, no hello or goodbye.
Laptops open, Apps displaying, checking data shown
Facebook posting, message sending, emails answered too.
Chips are crunching; gum is popping, and eyes all down,
Earphones hanging, noiseless watching, I silently smile.
Unknown people, business minding, waiting patiently,
Silent sitting, people staring, no expression shown.
Books are open, pages turning, another chapter gone,
I am writing, quietly observing, time is ticking by
Anxiously waiting, stand or seated, lined up for the call.
Arms are crossing, legs are stretching, others pacing around,
Delay in boarding, steward calling, apologies announced.
People wriggling, children whining, boredom rising fast,
Glitch in system, technology failing, repairs still underway.
Times a ticking, people sighing, hoping not too long,
Boarding happening, bags now gathered, priority passengers called.
Gates have opened, people moving, stewards checking pass,
Seats now filling, belts all fastened, purring engine heard.
People chatting, lights are shining, doors are all closed,
Announcement broadcast, safety demo, wheels are rolling down.
Captain speaking, welcome given, lift off happening, too late now,
Sit relaxing; we are flying, finally homeward bound.
Do you think we’re the sort of girls to sit around on a Sunday night?
EAH (loud buzzer sound) you’d be wrong!!
What’s the opposite of seasonal depression - seasonal euphoria?
I’m self-diagnosing here, but I think I’ve got it.
I have all the symptoms:
Excessive happiness: a level of joy statistically improbable.
Compulsive smiling: grinning under the most mundane circumstances.
Irrational optimism: the feeling everything will turn out all right.
Compulsive socializing: relentlessly engaging in parties and outings.
Impulsive behavior: capricious decisions that lead to.. stuff.
Difficulty focusing: trouble concentrating on ‘serious subjects.’
Increased appetites: A craving for.. everything fun.
I have to call it. The symptoms are limpid, my diagnosis is:
Summer, seasonal euphoria, and it feels pretty good.
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Songs for this:
Rooftop by Kelly Jones
The Game of Love by Katrina & the Waves
DeadBeat Club by The B-52s
I wake up everyday but still I am alone
I knock on the door and still no one is home
I wonder everyday why I came to this earth
Why I was chosen why I was the one who came from birth
I feel so empty inside almost a feeling of being lost
An emptiness that cant be explained emotions being tossed
Crying eyes shedding tears almost everyday
With no one to wipe them for me at all not even once in a day
But still I stand here and write and still I stand alone
I still have the strength to walk and be the one with the back bone
The one everyone depends on when they feel so down and blue
But guess what this guy aint here no more this is now becoming true
I have to be here for myself instead of everyone else from now on
Poetry is how I express myself its how I rewrite my wrongs
So say goodbye to the one who listened everyday
There is a clue in this story I am no longer listening starting today
I am now concentrating on one thing and one thing alone
That one thing is finding my own way back to my very own home
~ JOURNEY to the center of me!~
Yield upon this blissful moment!
In, a cutting-edge welcoming,
This minute can only maintain-
Yesterday’s journey~ Desire~
The world inside my head, can think,
Deeper than a dream;
Up till now, anticipation has hovered my present thoughts
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day,
In a cave, I call my insanity.
Hallucination, raveling inside my head,
I sit where my thoughts entwine with my elusive slumber.
Everything inside of me is lucid and lost in madness.
I perceive the proper perception;
to think is only a thought.
Today’s journey~ Sensation~
Barren thoughts never exit the aggression in my mind.
I stand among the crying thunder locked within my head.
Of sweet flower they arise and bloom, above all shores,
I embrace the beauty of my deepest emotion.
Sands of time litter within my walls!
My thoughts sit and wait!
Minimizing themselves down to a speckled dot.
They are a few, sweet and creepy,
Those grab my attention,
Tomorrow’s journey~ Pleasure~
Passion wilting upon yesterday’s memory.
Concentrating and unraveling every single knot.
And, still I go back and give that one look.
A hot steamy want, judged by my brainwaves.
Notions, follow a path and indulge with no escape.
Danger escapades into a naughty reflection, "I am my own diversion!"
My thoughts are thoughtless as they can be.
Brittle and little like you and me!
Still my journey continues to emerge with all the thoughts found in the center of me.
Everyday's journey~ Begins with………Determination……
by;pd
I sat down in a silent place
Withdrew all sense organs
from their objects
Ended my thoughts
Closed my eyes and
sat still in silence
concentrating on
the front of the nose
my breath
going out, coming in
Soon I could feel divine vibrations
surging from within
They gushed out of my empty mind
I experienced bountiful bliss.
My kundalini had been awakened.
I continued to meditate maintaining
my inactivity for I knew in silence we
can see God but my meditation was
broken.
Bliss remained for many days
before slowly fading away
God exists within all.
We needn't go to places
of worship to see him.
Looking within we might see
his fragmental part, the soul,
which is our true self
body being a mere
outer cover or clothing
We cannot see God until we
cut ourselves from the world
When world ends, God begins
In stillness of absolute silence
we will feel Him clearly.
That's what Gautam Buddha did.
Mind without thoughts
Senses inactive
is the key to eternal bliss.
30.09.2021
The car steered by
I sighted the lights on the street
The coffee shops and their treats
The cold breezed air
The ideal silence
The connected ideas
The concentrating consideration
The contemplation of all things
The girls and the boys
Enjoying their time
Spending it idly with no goal or dawdle
The people
Their days
The workers
Their ways
The business men dashing to their jobs
The old women pleading for money on the road
The hot day but cool weather
It all descended to that night
So soft, so smooth
I watched from the passenger’s seat
So thoughtfully I spent my time
Thinking, considering, helplessly
The desire, the will, the intention
Of having someone that cares
Of having someone to love
Of having someone to share all you’re valuable times
Of having someone to take care of
Of having someone to sacrifice for
Wishing to have someone to think about you
To admire you in every way
To love you in every style
To have someone that cares
Someone to be the lover
In my time
It all collapsed to one thing
It all fell down to one fact
It all exploded into the word, “forbidden”
I sighed vulnerably
As we arrived home
The Adventurer
I don't know any famous people maybe I have met famous people who keep their fame hidden like Madonna who lives in Lisbon, near enough for me to say if someone who doesn't know the place, Madonna is my neighbor.
I know of a man who has been living in Laos and Vietnam for some time, he paints a wonderful picture of the people, wort's and all and he drinks beeraloo cold from the freezer
When I was young and a seaman, the problem was when
The ship birthed was to get time off from work to explore the hinterland and not sit in a down-at-heel bar
drinking with whores, waking up in a pink-painted room
worrying about venereal illness and if the dick is falling off. Going back onboard in the morning light feeling
absolutely pissed off facing another day of long hours and in the evening settling for a book, reading pages upon pages not concentrating, sighing, putting shoes on, and walk
back to the bar with garish colors and cheap perfume.
I swear, I will pack a bag with all my medicines, go to Laos and drink beerallo and eat real food, and be charmed by naturally gracious women
I could say i come to you our Father.' Yet you are everywhere, even inside us..In every living think and all creation, you are
There.' As humans we consider you.? Yet
Cannot comphrehend enough.' Definately
Not all.' We have learned some of us at least..That you are a jealous and angry God
I do question the ( idea of an angry God?) Is it more.? That when you are concentrating.? Focusing.' Your sheer power is more discernable? Is that what
Other Chistians and myself discern of as
Angry? Becausr seeing your power
un-veiled is
Awe-some.) Is it more true?
that you will motivate and
Bring your plans; ventures, here and all
will be just fine..If we accept it will happen,
In your timing, all blessings.)
EVENING SKY
The moon and stars lit up the evening sky
A comet slowly wandered by
I gaze at the constellations everywhere
Venus here and a scorpion over there
Leo to the left, the Southern Cross to the right
All of the stars brighten up the night
The clouds are starting to roll in
The thunder is making a bit of a din
The lightning strikes and the thunder booms
The clouds have hidden the stars and the moon
I love the sound of thunder and lightning
To me it is not at all frightening
And now the rain is coming down
The storm is raging all around
The storm doesn’t last very long
The wind above is very strong
The clouds are slowly dissipating
Now I can continue concentrating
On the moon and the stars again
They have returned just like an old friend.