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Here & there, everywhere
lie pieces & parts of me
I exist only in the moments between what is and will be…
Taking a ride to the minimart...
Enjoy the passing lands...
...watching the sun playing on the warm sands.
These are fragments of imagery; memory.
Notes to a past life through a Childs looking glass
Sticks and stones blocks and collecting rocks tug of war,
Cowboys, and Indians and don’t forget monsters and such…
These are the fragments of thought here, there, and everywhere.
Lie the secrets of these skeletal remains, My moral refrain…
The life intertwined; a shard of crazy cracked glass,
door knobs made of brass,
firelight camping at night jumping at strange sites…
These are the fragments of me, my history!
Laughing like a loon to the break of noon,
staring at the lights of stars far, far above blazing from millenniums ago…
Fragments of things seen, known n believed!
Ghost stories and hot chocolate, jack o lanterns and witches scream,
these are what memories are made of, here and there lie these mortal remains…
This is all that is or will be again, faded memories pasted
into this tired and ruined frame, a scrapbook of imagery.
Posted deep into the past, pasted together from my fragments.
...together with collected things: Midnight in backyards, playing cards, broken toys, dog-eared books, quiet metronomes, and black rooks…
Moments lost once more,
so off to neverlands of distant mystery,
the vibrations die from the distant bell,
as echoes of jingle bells and carols
fall silent on a snowy evening…
The ticks of a cooling car on a winter night, the tocks of old clocks in grandfather's home, where shadows roam...
This is where I find the fragments of my time,
as I dig through my skeletal remains,
its parts fall on obscure shores
of distant histories…
Thunder and rain,
fears of war,
inner eyes cloud,
different thoughts crowd
like snow drifting in empty rooms.
Sun-rays fall as the wind plays,
dancing on my summer planes
these images are lost
in dusty folded faded photographs…
Define in my skeletal remains,
my bones barely seek human form,
they remember the pieces n parts of my existence,
as only anything can,
here & there & everywhere,
I am left picking up my skeletal remains...
My whole life I knew a man who hates everything.
Who had a distaste about anything,
Even the do-nothings and do-somethings said to anyone,
Because he hates everyone,
So this tale of hate has already begun.
I know, that the man’s probably old,
Because he’s about to blow cause you’re driving too slow,
He’s wearing white tee; and I foresee me brake checking thee.
For the man who hates everything is a old geezer,
Who probably got boiled chicken in his freezer,
smoking daily a weezer.
I met another man, he was a g-man,
He wore a suit from Iran, and a sign
that said “help a pleading veteran if you can,”
With a camo design, but i ain’t blind, this man got no spine,
He had no medals, but used metal, when i questioned he backpedaled,
For he, a man who hates is selfish, just devilish,
Until they achieve their wish, he won’t perish.
I was stopped the other day, by a blue jacket cop,
I didn’t see him he tiptoed, especially he hated my lingo,
When twelve stubbed his big toe, he pulled out his pistol.
Trying to send me to Santo Domingo.
I pondered: Was it the color of my skin, can hate run so thin,
But of course, A man who hates and enforce,
are the same men who make up your police force.
I watched the news, and I knew it was true.
He wore an orange jumpsuit. I bet a substitute
To his gang cloths, in streets where pain grows,
By troubled boys, who think guns are toys, and decide to destroy.
Then they get incarcerated and take supplements to make them feel more hated.
For he, a man who hates, is a product of shared fates,
Of men who rather act like primates than teammates, give us an update.
The last man I met who hate, are the men we elected,
who made america so disconnected,
We ejected the mexican,
Neglected the african,
Disrespected the woman,
Obtaining an imperfected American.
An American who hates, maybe change is to late
The man who hates outnumbers us 10-9-maybe 8.
Because the man who hates is here, there, and everywhere.
The men who hate can be anyone, and everyone.
It’s sad to say, that it’s true to see
That the men who hate, are you and me.
Hummingbird..
Hummingbird with light brimming
Sing a song to awaken flowers that are hiding
On the gentle breezes I see you riding
Peace to all you bring
As if by magic you hover in time
The divine quiet of your wings drumming
You remind us to be still but never rigid
Sending us love to open our hearts
Softly you plant a seed in our doubts
When the seed begins to bud
One by one our doubts fall away
All pain dimming
Resolving lifes contradictions
Imbuing our world with every colour of the rainbow
Filling our souls with joy
Soothing heart and mind
Never wanting to be caged
To always fly free
Teaching us to live in harmony
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Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's newest blogs..
I like Hummingbird because of their magical qualities, Hummingbird feathers have long been used for the making of love charms. It is said that Hummingbird conjures love as no other medicine does, and that Hummingbird feathers open the heart. Without an open and loving heart, you can never taste the nectar and pure bliss of life. To Hummingbird, life is a wonderland of delight!
If Hummingbird is your personal medicine, you love life and its joys. Your presence brings joy to others. You join people together in relationships which bring out the best in them. You know instinctively where beauty abides and, near or far, you journey to your ideal. You move comfortably within a beautiful environment and help others to taste the succulent nectar of life.
If Hummingbird has flown into your life today, get ready to laugh and enjoy the Creator's many gifts. Drop your judgmental attitudes and relax. Hummingbird will no doubt give you a flash of the spirit, darting here, there, and everywhere. Get ready for a strange new burst of energy which may send your senses reeling.
Hummingbird hears celestial music and is in harmony with it. Hummingbird may invite you to an art museum or a concert. Follow Hummingbird and you will soon be filled with joy and experience a renewal of the magic of living!
(note: written for a challenge using Beatle song titles)
Honey Pie,you're just not Another Girl,
Because, You Really Got A Hold On Me.
When I Get Home, I Want To Hold Your Hand,
I Wanna Be Your Man, Wild Honey Pie.
Oh Darling, love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
You have All My Loving, so Love Me Do,
until Yesterday becomes tomorrow.
Don't Ask Me Why, just know Baby It's You.
So Don't Ever Change and Don't Let Me Down.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Please Don't Cry Baby Cry 'cause we haven't
seen Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
nor ever rode a Yellow Submarine,
to frolic in Octopus's Garden.
Oh Darling, love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Like The Fool On The Hill at Penny Lane,
we didn't use Maxwell's Silver Hammer,
on our love to make a Helter Skelter
Here There And Everywhere, Day Tripper life.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Yes I've Got A Feeling that If I Fell
off The Long And Winding Road or I'm Down
on a Hard Day's Night,you will smile so bright,
that There'll Be No Lonesome Tears In My Eyes.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
I'm Glad All Over with you Honey Pie,
'cause you would go Across The Universe
to be with me more than Eight Days A Week
and Hold Me Tight singing Here Comes The Sun.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
Darling, I'm Happy Just To Dance With You,
loving this Magical Mystery Tour,
not penned by any Paperback Writer.
Let us then Twist And Shout with Words Of Love.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Ooh My Soul, we two are now sixty four.
So From Me To You, P.S. I Love You,
more than yesterday and to this I Shout,
Don't Ever Change, For No One, Let It Be!
Oh Darling, love me beyond sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
HONEST CHEATING
At dady's home,
I grew up in few days,
Seems childhood was in a haze,
Hence it forked me up to teenage.
Oh! I miss the time when I had time,
Time to pluck mangoes and berries,
Time to dress like ferries,
A time without all earthy worries.
What a pleasure I earned,
When I spent hours,
In guessing constellations of stars,
And air them thanks in language of guitars.
Time whisked you forth so quickly,
Like rainbow fade away from sky,
Like rain drops leave clouds so high,
Just like tides rapidly say shore good bye.
Will you join me once,
If I invite you to blow paper boats,
Or lean in mud type crazy thoughts,
Or decorate earthen pots.
Shortly you lived, like a day before sun,
And night less than dawn,
Still for realm of your own,
Dear, no word yet known.
I stood with you, sat with you,
You stood with me, sat with me,
In all seasons blossomed from bud of lily,
To a blessing of thee.
Seasons flew off in few flicks,
Summers gone, gone springs,
You evaporated mutely without any zing,
You surely be having wings.
While angles chant words of wisdom,
An old heart's beats descend,
Then a new life decorates land,
With childhood as first friend.
I saw you in shiny mirror,
Also in broken bottle's bits so mere,
Here, there and everywhere,
You were not at all unfair.
So many letters I wrote to you,
I did all I could,
But you didn't turn back dear childhood,
For a last hug there i stood.
In an affair with books,
Teenage good byed me,
I caved window of stars to see,
I thought it was your turn to bee.
Plans of tomorrow replaced joys of today,
In struggle for money and honey,
I even bribed youth to dig little bunny,
But never prized days so sunny,
Now see impact of your old company,
The child in an oldie is still shouting,
"get up on feet for a final feting",
Dear departed you did an honest cheating..
If any parents were to check a facebook account of any teenager...
It stretches their imaginations to see friends from the world over...
Some friends claimed to be some famous idols,
Some even have pictures of popular people...
How can a teenaged kid to know that the nice bosom internet pal,
Is actually in disguise, a killer or pedophil on the prowl...
The dastardly one can claim to be in some far away place...
When in truth he could in the neighbourhood near to your place...
It is so frightening who are being allowed into our lives..
If we indiscriminately accept and say yes to every request to be friends...
Your lovely son or daughter that you'll give up life to protect...
Could be already in a deadly trap of a so called internet friend in regular contact...
It explains how teenaged girls are lured away so readily by an internet friend..
Cos in their squeeky clean innocence they can't see some friends are fiends...
You'll please share this info around, given the dangers that are abound...
In the various forms of social media, we as parents may be very much unaware...
It's frightening how some kids posts their presence....
Here, there and everywhere about their presence....
Sadder still like a much circulated article earlier...
Some proud parents promote their gorgeous precious children...
Little knowing someone with bad intentions, may be collecting information...
Heavens forbid but some young kids are subtlely lured away....
Leaving grieving parents bewildered and dismayed..
Their precious little one is now lost or gone astray..
Like a 14 year girl love besotted teenager who was to journey to Syria...
All alone in the name of blinded love and religious fervour...
See then these incidents of awful dangers challenging our teenagers..
As parents, sworn to protect our children, wake up to these dangers!
“I was inspired to write KNOW one evening when I was having dinner in my flat (alone of course) when I saw a phrase with an enlarged letter “KNOW” flashed on TV.
KNOW
Look around I hope you will see
Wherever, whoever you may be
Give and forgive and stop the blame
Don’t you KNOW we are all the same?
Here, there and everywhere
Untimely death everyday
Sadness and sorrow we create
Don’t you KNOW premature fate?
Time and time again
Greed makes us stake claims
Resist and detest come what may
Don’t you KNOW that’s what HE says?
Myth and mystery of the Almighty
Spawned countless deities
Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem or Christian
Don’t you KNOW it’s alright to question?
Day and night so predictable
The long road uncharitable
Where’s the stop or destiny?
Don’t you KNOW that’s a mystery?
Material world so adore
Never enough but more and more
Material world immaterial
Don’t you KNOW it’s superficial?
Gather around and say the prayers
Are you there we can’t wait forever
Patient my child says the priest
Don’t you KNOW you will be in the list?
What’s the difference to live or die?
The living pretends, dead don’t lie
Be true to yourself and all the rest
Don’t you KNOW that’s Divine’s test
Cultures, civilizations in tatter
Will this world get better?
Talks and negotiations supposedly civil
Don’t you KNOW we are the devils?
Children full of hope and promise
Time passes but none can insist
Future’s bleak, time unforgiving
Don’t you KNOW the pain of living?
Truth be told once and for all
Is there GOD to salvage our soul?
Show yourself and show us how
GOD, don’t you KNOW the time is now
Look around I hope you will find
Salvaged souls and remnants of time
In the scripture nothing is masked
If you don’t KNOW you are an ass
Jit H. Lim
Street Lawyer
Singapore
3 August, 20082
10 a.m.
Wandering the roads. It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are being twisted by tooth-like stones. Quaint and angular they cluster mischievously among
green shoots that litter every footpath.
They lie in wait, in ambush for the absent-minded unsuspecting venturer.
It goes with the territory for this seasoned footman of the road.
The labyrinthine landscapes are house and home to the spiral lanes and clover clad hills rife in my area.
Their rustic heritage now sacrifice to the
orphanage of a malleable environment
Crop farmers obsessed with harvest bounty.
Restless developer pushing limits of an urban jungle. Fellow traveller in league with those fugitives from the cockpit.
The pressure cooker of modern life. Town habitant with split loyalties who clings to tumults of the city but hankers after rural haunts of yore.
Culprits one and all.
A lair from the hubbub.
Dwellings of the strangest kind huddle together like dots in a matrix separated only by a minuscule space.
Their charm not yet eroded by intrusions of the steel plant genus.
Brick and mortar athletes of homes in a jiffy.
The more alluring aspects of tradition have been fostered and preserved.
Among these are the shortcuts or bypasses of a different more sustainable engagement
Sequestered passages that shave miles off perennial ramblers with a penchant for straying off course.
Saviours of the clueless hitchhiker whose load saps his or her every energy.
One’s eye becomes a lense to all these things hidden or supposedly hidden.
Optic sensor to those trails just slightly out of focus.
Those tucked away secret spots beloved of local wiseacres.
They festoon far flung countrysides at random. Here there and everywhere.
Posted ; April 2nd 2022
I look for you here, there, and everywhere; not because you are lost,
but because I want to touch and hold you, to know that you are safe
I look for you all the time, and if I cannot ascertain where you are, my heart will hop, leap, or skip, and I'll find you still in my thoughts.
I think of our many years together, and find you in my memories.
That day in the park; those walks around the fountain; ocean side fire
I often discover you close-up, on the outskirts of my mind.
But revelations of you in such domains are limited at best.
Not quite satisfied, I continue my search for the deeper you.
At last, beautiful portraits appear in a most treasured book.
"Oh, what a great find!", I said to myself. "I shall create sets of you".
So I created the multi-facitted, many dimensional lady of my heart.
There were numerous poses of you, all so breathtakingly beautiful. So beautiful, that it was very challenging to produce a complete set.
The words accompanying the poses were so distinctive and impeccable.
I could not choose them all; so I selected the number of completion.
Yes, I chose seven poses of you from those treasured pages.
The first was a standing pose of one filled with capability.
I beheld a stunning portrait of a very prudent investor.
I was struck by the sight of one so strikingly confident.
There was a sitting pose of an intelligent business woman.
There was the dignified lady glowing in energy and strength.
Like magnet, I was drawn toward the pose of a God fearing woman. Lastly, I beheld one so indelibly deserving of appreciation and respect.
12052015PSContest, Anthology Series, Geraldine Taylor Inspired byProverbs 31(The Bible)P-HM
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Pronunciate, predominate, preponderate, prevaricate,
Precipitate, pontificate, pomegranate, postulate –
Problem?
Do not attempt to look these words up!
That dictionary shouldn’t be w-i-d-e open like your mouth
Or can’t you handle multi-syllabic lexis?
I thought you were TOUGH, MIGHTY and STRONG
Yet lower,
Lower,
Down into the ground
A million thoughts lay scattered, here, there and everywhere
WAIT A MINUTE
I thought you were INVINCIBLE and POWERFUL
So HARD that you could DEFEAT anything that came your way
I THOUGHT YOU COULD RUN AND hide
Why, this room is as LOUD as s-i-l-e-n-c-e
I see that your friends aren’t with you now
What happened to your BIG mouth! Cat got your tongue?
But when your friends are around
Your tongue can’t resist a good workout
Up, down, t-w-i-r-l it a-r-o-u-n-d
I thought that Audacious was your middle name
Oh, here comes Georgia Giraffe. Cat got your tongue again?
The old YOU jumps out and reveals itself
When YOU LOOK down AT PEOPLE
Those known as the vulnerable
So why is it that when people LOOK down AT YOU
You put on a mask?
Such an innocent and friendly face!
Scared now? Met your match?
I thought that if you had a pound for every fight you had won
Every human alive would be penniless
Silly sausage! Oh, sorry! Offended?
Truth hurt? Are you a victim?
Well, imagine what it feels like to be a victim!
Where the world is an e-v-e-r-l-a-s-t-i-n-g nightmare
Look here, look there, but there is no escape route
I-m-a-g-i-n-e what it feels like to want to t-u-r-n back the clocks
Where you can never see the shine
If it isn’t too much of a HARD task, then
Bully, OH bully
-Imagine-
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©