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It’s always tea time in the little Gypsy tea room down the road.
The sign outside says "Come and have a cup of tea or two and rest your load"
It’s a sweet little tearoom, sun streaming through the curtains of lace.
The aroma of freshly brewed tea completely fills the place.
Signs on the wall explain the making of good tea. The teapot first must be hot.
Then always take the pot to the kettle and make the tea in a quality pot.
Tables with comfortable chairs are set in a uniform row.
The waitress is a colourful Gypsy lady, as if you didn't know.
She offers to pour the tea, it is piping hot.
Then she hesitates in case you'd rather her not.
Once it’s sorted who will pour the tea, she fetches Fine China cups from the shelf.
Pretty blue birds adorned our cups, I opted to pour our tea myself.
The tea had a flavour all of its own, one of the signs says its home grown.
After a while another Gypsy lady appears and places her hand near my own.
She asks for a couple of quid, to get our tea leaves read.
Or we could get our palms read here instead.
Thanks all the same we both said, we are just here for your delicious tea.
Disgruntled, she walked away. We left the money to pay still savouring that wonderful delicacy.
Esoteric Duessa rips her broomstick from tree root
Xero terra spread in cyclonic swirls, left arid
Clay gape cracked lips scream during harsh removal
Lorn as she controls currents, her craft lucid
Ululant laugh triumphant escapes staid expectation
Defiance flies aboard dead flora, north star
Enchanted coasting atop shooting illume invocation
Dark side moon broom skis fire crackle spark
Zoom of metamorphosis fetches witch her apparition
Odyssey orbit drifts brisk bristles past disparity
Notion to override makeshift matrix inflate vast vision
Eradicate terror in soaring spellbound clarity
Twenty sixth January
Thaumaturge insanity
Written: May 18, 2024, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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Languid breath dwindles, scrounging panacea air
quiddity remorse core conveyed mindful glare
seraphim guilt throe stems from mind sapidity
heart wispy ousts weltschmerz, hatred morbidity.
Gentleness key squeals heart-tangled inner thread
unboxed core lead ecstatic heart hobnobbed tread
Is my heart-mind rancor overlaid by hazy myopia?
milk with ice is a quintessential pillar of utopia.
Shepherding pragmatic apotheosis wide universe
hampered altruistic love ephemeral zeitgeists verse
emotional outbursts during meiosis—placate impact
forging forfend feeling fallacy focusing on facts.
Seeking soothing sense as silk-satin smoothness
fetches forbearance, fosters faith hearty-filled fewness
ripple aposiopesis words transcend catharsis sight
sate sinew, eschew omniscience, heed hubris might.
Living stubbornly with caesura implies life-moored
we are living offhand, leaving us brittle but allured
Issues occur wisely rather than haphazardly sought
willing for heart-mind coo to fulfill what's taught.
With authenticity, grace, sympathy, and tolerance
respect all people, despite views or providence
uphold merciful attitude and passionate mind
brain-heart harmony molded by cosmic pull blind.
She wanders to a dream, a place
Where weeping willows brush her face
Beneath the branches bending low
She's walking where a garden grows
Grass gently sways, as cool as glass
And timid blows the warming breeze,
That fetches shining hair with ease
With wisps of gold, which fly astray,
Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize
A melody of larks, that sing
Of promised spring....of pastel things
An amber sun, a basking glow,
Who ambles by and whispers low
Of meadows green and rainbows too
How much she longs to bask again
To warm a face so pale of skin
But then, once more the threat of chill
Upon a cheek, a breath of ice
And snowflakes land upon on her lash
They startle cold, like morning ash,
A northern wind that stings her eyes
A thief will snatch her scarf away,
And thus her dream has gone astray
And once again her dream has died
Yet distantly, there lies in wait,
A springtime place, a promised fate
A path beneath the willow tree,
Where sun peeks through the velvet haze
Where flowers bloom and meadows grow,
And larks sing lovely lullabies
The earth will wake, to be a dream
A dream with sweet reality
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For Francine's Contest: "Winter Begone" 1/23/12
Overcoming
The Victim Mentality
Written: by Miracle Man
3/17/2019
As God hath forgiven, HE commands of us the same,
So as we learn to be responsible, we become forgiving.
Our safety net's gone and there's none else to blame,
Without God's forgiveness, we're existing, not living.
Not forgiving is Satan's tool, always used to distract,
And thoughts of retribution from within oft springs.
In forgiving the person we're not condoning their act,
Prayer fetches us beyond life's most hurtful things.
Ephesians 4:32 KJV
And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted,
forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake
hath forgiven you.
Monday, our hearts were hefty with dread.
Hoping postman fetches bucks for bread.
It will cape with the psyche's desires well.
Under a grasp, swirling, we felt the spell.
Tuesday would alter prompts the shame.
We may gaze at how they weave the tame.
Critics condemn this real issues speed.
A halcyon act can only atone for an evil deed.
Wednesday is a day of wait, wilt, and fade.
The days run crazy till buried and ruined.
The note on the front door says no more.
The homeless were not a packed store.
Thursday's rain taunts those who work gleefully.
Its fleeting pleasures continue to be costly.
Firms show their devotion to their service.
While sweat-soaked hands act as a safety device
The Friday treatment is just ephemeral.
The weekend issue covers the workday as well.
No fish, no dish, no lush gems, no taste.
A hoodlums exit is short and should haste.
Saturday dream topic is a sweet relief.
No one's ever won the lotto in alter his life.
From a mindset of misery to one of saving.
No quaint will be there by day's ending.
Bill payment and relax are served on Sunday.
Ignored and rigid to others, alike a decay
People accept forgiveness with confidence.
No apology or remorse for the appearance.
Daily facts involve stress, sorrow, and deceit.
All are outcomes that may arise in the present.
It is fundamental to have a daily routine.
As a particular version, no blooming is seen.
Written: August 1st, 2021
A Brian Strand Your Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The river holds this night with its myriad stars,
it reflects a rippling cosmos above and below.
More than this, as I look deeper,
I sense a bygone starlight,
as if all that ever was floats as a dream
and all that is now and will be
belongs to its movement
as it meanders into tomorrow.
There is an ancient glow on the water tonight
the long drowned row upon it as spirit lights,
time travelling moments float upon its surface.
and as I gaze mesmerized
I also become one with this rivering.
The river moves beneath the shadow of Kentucky
where a glistening moon fetches up on tangling reeds.
Ohio river, you are a flood
of all that has gone, and all that is to come!
The stars look up from your furthermost depths.
to gleam in every watching eye.
Deep down from tranquility,
Africa feels wretched in bed,
Pillow drifted from right position,
Leaders enjoy country weighted bread,
Demostration always plugged as petition,
Rather corruption gets expanding as we melled,
Poverty breeding anytime,our strength is shelled,
How do we kill tribalsm?
Boneheaded political preachers accepts imperialism,
Where can I find the reset button?
Will cause colonialism to a dismantle,
Hopelessness rests all-over our regions,
Always reciting that whilst Whitemen fetches our riches,
Aspires for greener pastures in Western land,
But yet we're enslaved with an upper hand,
Till we see broad daylight,
Africa will win the fight.
A wiggly holiday bundle of energy
Snickers, my pup, wears a Rudolf outfit for fun--
Annoyed with long antlers,
she grinds around
ripping an outlandish costume,
then fiercely bobbing her tail;
while kids stick red bells along a furred neck:
Our dachshund yelps
and fumbles on stacked presents,
as the camera rolls --- a keepsake of eve’s laughter…
But weenie goes hysterical from the raucous
causing mayhem under the ornate lights—
A zoom, a wham,
Snickers digs into wrapped tokens
unraveling boxes,
oh now tarnished from her hunt—
Till slashing that itchy reindeer crotch,
dear doggie fetches an opened gift—
a costly vase to fill up her pee!
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12/28/2018
Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018
Sponsor: Dear Heart
If what life fetches me is fate’s domain,
How I meet it, the matter of free will,
Let me compare then Karmic Law with rain--
Rain that pours all where with impartial keel,
Nourishing seeds that to their stature grow,
And human dreams so flourish-- seeds as sown,
Weeds we pluck out and grass-grown jungle mow,
A fragrant crop, fruits of labour to own.
Errant rage rivers, we rein in the same
And an arid land by power-of-will smiles,
Forward moves a car, lateral we tame
By steering to move ahead for long miles:
Fuel fosters a forward dash-- destiny,
How power-of-will steers is no less eerie.
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Sonnet | 18.10.2025 | destiny, fate, free will