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Unfastening clusters shining
one treasure in the mind
planted with seed of joy
you're the life within this garden
Sunlight of you absorbs into my being
petals blushing lips of truth gently whispers
Blowing in the wind beautiful flowering leaves
a warmly misting vision colors beauty in your eyes
A single flower leans into the waterfall
pulling me down under
delicately broken in a gentle silence rustling
when the cherry tree opens its blossoms
Embracing feelings in the merest touch electric
holding hands wishing in the sweetest moment forever linger
Dream you sing with the songbirds
amongst the angels chants your harmony a blessing
Sweet scent of summer hawthorn blossoms
you take me away into another world sailing on your tide
A co write by Maria Mc Laughlin and Liam Mc Daid
The escape commenced.
The endless drive from middleclass suburbia
ala Levittown; across hill and dale,
packed in a 1947 black beauty
of a Lincoln Continental; to the land of Peyton Place
and Steven King; Maine.
Lemon up and tangerine down, Dad drives.
We wiggle and whine, Mom scolds.
A leg cramping journey made longer by
one too many pee brakes.
The dirt road pinged rocks of the chrome bumper;
we near the amorphous clapboard dream.
The violet light of the dash shows nine o’clock.
The ramshackle ashen white farmhouse
full of kissin cousins, cows and chickens;
Madonna’s home. Uncle Ken a mere decorative necessity;
Uncle ken who could charm the pants right off ya,
and obviously had, voila; cousins Georgie and Wayne.
Uncle Ken of the sweet smile and Chiclet teeth;
beer bottle in hand with his concrete company hat cocked to the side;
one long, tall, strawberry blonde, drink of water.
He was a God to us, two little girls, Snow White and Rose Red.
His only rival his son, gorgeous George;
Georgie boy, first cousin, first love.
Nights saw us hunker down under patch work.
Kissin cousins in twinned rooms.
Meeting for body heat in the frosted dawn
in a single wrought iron bed, scrawny eight year olds.
Heads under quilts breathing in and out to warm the pocket of air
we were the only heat on the second floor. With a mighty dash;
reminiscent of our favorite mouse [Mighty]
a charge was launched across the unfinished attic
to the backstairs to country kitchen.
Barefeet dodge raised square nails and splinters.
Bark bits impress frozen soles, as the stove's in house woodpile is jumped.
Twin dynamos skate across the linoleum to a copper kettle's whistle.
A white Windsor landing achieved, Aunt Madonna pours
cornflakes in porcelain white china bowls with a laugh.
Here’s to Margaret - the Linton lassie.
She hails from the lovely land down under.
She’s a sweetie, and I bet she’s classy,
since she pens her poems like a wonder.
I met awesome poets when I came here,
but none like Marge, for she is much like me.
She’s both a poetess and sonneteer
who writes in forms of classic poetry.
One day dear Margaret just disappeared.
I sent her notes, but she did not reply.
And then some time ago she reappeared
just to leave again! I’m not sure why.
Marge says she’s coming back, so I’ll not fret.
More sonneteers I‘ve happily since met!
For Cyndi MacMillan's "Missing Soupers - We Love You"
Big History
This exciting program
envisioned in the country down under
and with Bill Gates' enthusiastic resources
steps out boldly in the right direction..
We all remember our history lessons:
facts on a timeline taxing young memories..
The newness here is the integrative imagination
no event stands alone..but must be viewed from
a very wide integrative lens..
What are the drawbacks..?
Matter remains crowned as fundamental truth
despite the words of integration and wholeness..
Big History represents a flip underway
toward the recognition..not far away
that wholeness..consciousness..awareness
these expressions of the Big Formula: I am..
must come first..
With the Formula's iterating colorations arriving
with thinking and perceiving..as each of us are
engaged in this moment...
(for background see: polarityinplay.blogspot.com
Deep in the woods, far from the crowded places
is a tranquil glen that Time itself has passed by
a place where legends still live and even grow
If you walk there with heart and eyes open wide
amazing things will pass some even nodding hallo
poets of days of yore sit scribbling their poems
fired by the inspiration that this sacred place brings
Sit awhile at their feet ponder the words with them
then go to your own corner and pen with fresh eyes
tell of the array of wonders spread out before you
how silent from human sounds is this peaceful glen
the thrilling chorus of exotic birds joyfully fills the air
stroll awhile with Zeus, Thor and other gods of old
listen to the wisdom that they teach as they speak
And when the day is done and nightfall overtakes
lay down under the star studded sky and drift away
follow the paths of your mind as eyes closed you listen
let your soul run free and totally unchained, no fetters
become one with your surrounds in this hallowed place
when you leave you will take with you a very special gift
that of open mind and heart and a better understanding
What does it feel like to no longer exist
Does memory linger on, will our soul be missed
Do minds still function though our bodies are dust
Answers to these queries I'll find out I trust
Could be tomorrow, it could be today
Here's the bottom line, I don't have much say
Hope I'm around for few years to come
Hate to succumb if my life here's not done
Haven't seen Hawaii or the Taj Mahal
Cruised the Danube, seen China's Great Wall
The Eiffel Tower is still on my list
Ireland's blarney stone I haven't yet kissed
Hate to miss a trip to the land down under
The Statue of Liberty one of the world's wonders
Seems like I should stick around for a while
Haven't had the thrill of feeding the crocodiles
Perhaps I'll forgo the crocodile thing
There's a chance it will hasten my very last fling
So all in all, I'll be around for a while
Missed seeing these landmarks since I was a child!
Granted gift of life, we must take our chance
How long should we in stark darkness flounder
Head and heart misaligned, stooped is our stance
Ego cravings continue to plunder
Leaving soul desolate, hearts asunder
God omnipresent must be here within
Why eludes us, clap of blissful thunder
All enabled, once we choose to begin
We begin then by head and heart balance
Melding both, reclaiming childlike wonder
Resting narrow thoughts, looking not askance
Walking the path of truth, straight and slender
Heeding prompting of love, soft and tender
As a conduit divine, free from all sin
We feel bliss rising, from deep down under
All enabled, once we choose to begin
No sooner begins divine dalliance
Erst fears fall away, ceasing to hinder
Erect staff of power, let’s love advance
Vaporised presence displays its candour
Crown opens to vibrations lavender
Bliss bubbles burst noiselessly on our skin
Our soul ascends and we become kinder
All enabled, once we choose to begin
Surrender complete, we let God render
Benedictions wondrous, each pulse virgin
The time’s now, not marked on a calendar
All enabled, once we choose to begin
24-December-2021
Close up,
The universe goes red
Below and overhead is the sound of thunder
And the rumbling belly of the beast down under.
Close up,
it is a blinding hue, and burning,
you shout and shiver.
Too close,
and it seems that all things
are going slowly black-
Crisping under its merciless heat.
You feel it on your face, Your fists, Your feet.
You think, ‘This is it. I am gone.’
All fades-
Then! Suddenly you wake.
The storm recedes,
and the world is ash
the earth bleeds,
and all that was green is now black.
You see it now-
Magnified horror, head bowed.
Red was you.
That hue cracking your skin-
what burned without, came from within
A battle came
and you won…
What have you done?
Land of dreams
Land that’s far
Far far away
Far and wide
Wide open arms
Wide welcoming smiles
Smiles and hugs
Smiles mean friends
Friends for ever
Friends to trust
Trust the future
Trust your luck
Luck is needed
Luck at work
Work for gain
Work very hard
Hard earned money
Hard to adapt
Adapt to customs
Adapt to language
Language barriers broken
Language of understanding
Understanding the rules
Understanding new views
Views of others
Views of beauty
Beauty in nature
Beauty that captivates
Captivates the mind
Captivates with emotions
Emotions are strong
Emotions run deep
Deep as night
Deep ocean talk
Talk of kangaroos
Talk to aborigines
Aborigines in outback
Aborigines with rights
Rights for land
Rights for dignity
Dignity as humans
Dignity earns respect
Respect down under
Respect to all
All live together
All at home
Home of peace
Home of love
Love
Peace
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Contest: Down Under
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
DREAMS NOTWITHSTANDING RHYME
Shape a picture
Shape your dreams
Dreams catcher
Dreams chaser
Chaser is fast
Chaser is slow
Slow runner
Slow track
Track of the costs
Track of the times
Times to rise
Times to land
Land mines
Land white
White power
White magic
Magic tricks
Magic charm
Charm down the skies
Charm under the stars
Stars twinkle
Stars are blind
Blind to a lover's fault
Blind to justice poke
Poke him in the nose
Poke him in the ribs
Ribs of the lungs
Ribs that fool
Fool for you
Fool to believe
Believe in luck
Believe to God
God is good
God is love
Love at first sight
Love amidst war
War against disease
War against the odds
Odds of survival
Odds of winning
Winning ticket
Winning team
Team player
Team efforts
Efforts and time
Efforts that rhyme
Rhyme with chords
Rhyme that sounds
Sounds
Chords
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** down under the sky and down under ME
08:55 pm, August 26, 2015