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Light is sweet and good for the eyes to see the brightness of the Sun,
For if someone lives a thousand years, may they rejoice in all of them.
But let us remember, for a thousand years in the sight of the LORD are but as yesterday when it is past, or as a night watch in the night time and that the days of darkness are many and everything comes to vanity.
Rejoice, O you young one, in your youth, and in your early years may your hearts do you good, walk in the path of your heart and the desire of your eyes;
But know that in all these things God will bring you into judgment, that you may remove the anger from your heart, so that distress may leave all your parts.
Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the difficult days come and the years arrive when you say, "I have no pleasure in them"; before the sun, light, moon, and stars are darkened, and the clouds leave after the rain; in the day when those watching the house tremble, and the strong one are bent over; when the grinders cease because they are few, and those looking through windows have dimmed eyes, and the doors on the street are shut, and the sound of grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of birds, and all the daughters of song are brought low, when they are frightened of heights, even the terrors along the way, and desire fails, because you may go to your eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets.
So remember your Creator before the cord of silver is snapped, or the jar by the
spring is broken or the wheel at the cistern crushed.
The dust returns to the earth where it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Remember who you are and who's you are in your youth before it all becomes vanity in your sight.
A little Seduction
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I can pleasure you with many things,
let me show you how
I will do things for you
that will raise your brow.
I have a long wet tongue,
it can reach from side to side
upon entrance of my lips
I will make you feel sublime.
My hands, they are really soft,
I exercise them so
and they can pump without hesitation
my fingers won't let go.
And that's just the interlude,
the pre-face of this act
until I unleash, this wild beast
that you would blush when asked.
Oh yes, it will be a story,
a memory you should store
and when you get the chance, you can advance
and experience it once more.
So let's move on with this tale,
as tawdry, as it seems
but even so, I already know
it will be in your dreams.
I throw your clothes amongst the floor,
and pin you to the bed
with foreplay, underway
what's left to be said.
Now, that there's no distance,
our bodies finally meet
and you give a fine salute
to start this grand retreat.
How my body glistens,
below the lights above
and I offer up a snug, warm place
that fits you like a glove.
How utterly complete I feel,
and I make you feel the same
in your ear, I whisper have no fear
and softly moan your name.
My nails adhere to your flesh,
I dig in nice and deep
as I push and grab your tush
my insides start to beat.
I feel the pounding of your drum,
it beats so fierce and strong
with my mound, so soft and round
I join in to sing along.
Lyric after lyric,
the rhymes begin to flow
through my socket, flys a rocket
to kick off this sexy show.
Don't you worry that's not the end,
but I shall put this poem at rest
if not satisfied, with lust supplied
then send me your request.
" Birds care not for whom they sing " - Silent One.
Birds care not for whom they sing,
but sing free in zest and zing,
whistles calling mates to bring
too close in the season Spring.
Poets care not for whom they write :
Emotive urges excite.
Dreams and facts always fight,
but feelings give appetite.
Songs of birds : spontaneous ,
in cheers, simultaneous.
and sometimes monotonous,
also in cadence, joyous.
Poem sprouts from poet's heart
Sweet tweets on the bird’s part.
Both are fluent from the start
and enchantment to exert.
Poems composed by poet
with no expectation yet,
whether to appreciate
or rejection be the fate.
Birds sing frolic in pleasure
Songs : Their inherent treasures.
Bird’s song : delightful desires,
also they sing at leisure.
The poem and poet merge on the page
And the cruel pandemic has its presence
Its nature strikes me with dark words of rage
Death teases humankind unpleasantly
Time's essence is so hard to understand
Mighty nature sweeps down on all nations
Disinfect your minds; sanitize your hands
Dare I make a bleak interpretation?
Masks adorn as they do at carnival
Protecting cute noses and speaking mouths
While the earth appears quite rechargeable
And the pandemic makes its way around
One day, the pandemic will go away
Who knows what nature wishes to convey?
Many people are not afraid to go
Back to work because they need to support
Hungry families with cute kids aglow
However, the pandemic risks to thwart
Dreams of those who invested their savings
Hoping to cash in on all of their work
For now people must resist their cravings
As savings disappear and the beast lurks
The weather, sunny as ever today
The countryside was a bright pleasure
Yet, the pandemic continued to play
Groups of nice youths could not get together
Cruel nature seemed different than before
As though it had a point to underscore
Laying in your crystal coffin
I look at your eyes
Eyes that died ages ago
What could you have seen in your life?
Were you a king?
Worshipped as a god
Honored with gold and jewels
Were you a slave?
Beaten and tortured your entire life
Worked to death in the name of your god
Were you a farmer?
Raising food in a desert
Trying to farm in acres of sand
Did you have enough to thrive?
Were you a merchant?
Selling oils and herbs
Or did you sell women for the pleasure of others?
I look into your eyes trying to see your soul
But there is nothing to see
So I can only imagine
I can only ask
Who was this man in the crystal coffin?
When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.
Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise sails
should you bask in that magnificent soft warm glow;
savor precious moment, follow which way it blows
casting care to the wind, seek victory that never fails?
As smiling blue sky, clears to send you a most wondrous day
your heart explodes in radiance of sacred gifts
with sunny joy bestowed as clouded spirit lifts -
hope’s appreciation cupped in hands; precious golden ray.
Sweet tears of joy that bring us back to laughter of our youth
when colors filled our world not overcast with doubt,
and purest pleasures bloomed and new ideas did sprout
from creativity’s simple seeds sown in fertile truth.
So for a time give wings to worry’s flight from your pained mind,
your future’s not as bleak as life would make it seem;
bare feet can splash in puddles neath a rainbowed dream,
life’s pleasures in your golden age still there for you to find.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 9, 2018
Poet’s note: My dear friend Robert, your enchanting inspiration has worked its magic, once again, for generating yet another radiant collaborative experience. It’s was with wonderful pleasure that I enjoyed the opportunity to write with you this meaningful poem of hope and happiness as one grows older… the golden thread of hope continues to weave its way through our writes and I’m proud of the tapestry our words do create. I relish the privilege of being your writing partner, it is my lovely joy and an honor. Your superb poetic talent and insight gives your poetry a lustrous quality and a rich value that I treasure. It is with my truest appreciation that I call you, my friend. Thank you Robert.
On my journey through life sometimes I have blind spots
I am so focused on my goal that I do not see
what is around me in the world . . .
I am fixed and obsessed with a single minded purpose
I am staring at the goal
failing to see the beauty on the fringes
the flight of birds in the sky
the pleasure of walking in nature
just taking a breath and doing nothing
yes, I can give myself permission to just do not a thing
I must leave the dark curved walls of my own making
the long endless tunnel I have created
unplug . . . .
take the blinkers off
put the headphones down
no more hiding
STOP doing the same thing over and over again
and look for the light at the end of my narrow view
widen my vision . . . for
as it has been said- it is all about the journey
not the destination -
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April 18, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Narrow View On Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1012-496-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
When the last golden sun streak is vanishing
into clouds under the darken canopy of night.
The shivering dust settles behind the evening,
of cloudy Satire coming with new dawn of light.
Patrolling the traces of low whispering voices,
following the Verve of strange words in the air,
Sentence disappear again into clandestine vices
The choice of deeds nights is reluctant to share.
Bar and restaurant recommend to go the extra mile
after ruefully losing their keys the best thing to do,
is to make guests welcome with a smile,
the assured voice speaking louder than we want to.
Amorous thoughts locked behind closed doors,
only the sound of voices breaking the silence,
Heroes of the night, walking by on hotel floors,
bound in code by the laws of their conscience.
Energy roll away into spaces of sleeping room
corporate pleasure at the expenses of leisure,
Upper decks not lower into drapes of gloom
for lovers to lay their heads and count treasure.
The day is lit again rinsing away voices captured,
amidst the wanderings curious moments flow,
remains a mystery to know the voices that chatted
behind closed doors where hunger desires go.
Synergy
feels Earth is flat
two-dimensional
monolinear to me
While my life time line
inevitably moves from original eternity
through magical recreation effects
from empty cause
toward monotheistic EarthBright
completion light
exhaustion
caused and effected back again
into entropic dualdark chaos
By way of enlightening
and empowering bicameral contrast
Integrity
speaks four fractally
half-octave
impassioned dimensionally
Robust and elegant integrity
includes polymathic binomials
like polytheistic Heavens and monoculturing Hell,
Sacred Cooperatives and Desecrating Dogmatic Competition
To reconnect wealthy re-ligions
of health restorative sciences
Above and below, and bilocational Theo/EcoLogic
inside and outside, and bilateral nonviolent communication systemic
pleasure and pain, and balancing in-between health/wealth sufficient justice
found and lost, and democratic EarthPeace won
full and empty, and omnisciently enlightening empowerment,
left deductive thoughts and right inductive feelings, and bicameral balance
Rational space and irrational multiculturing integral time,
and span-rationally developing spacetime fractals,
individual and relational,
and correlational co-revolving wave circling events
cause and effect, and survival causally effecting win/win thrival
black and white, and full-spectral
color wheels and sound octaves,
and dynamic spiraling multicolors
of red war and green peace mystery,
and polyculturally unfolding octaves
of dynamic health/wealth
co-evolving ecopolitical history
Male and female, and bisensory-neural system story
regenerative and degenerative, and polyregender mystically
yes and no, and not not integral energy
Politically enlightening balance
for local cooperative wealth narratives,
And also economically empowering
global intersectional health stories
of GoldenRules
internationally win/win applied,
practiced,
green cooperatively inhaled
and blue/red integrity exhaled
together ultra-nonvioletly
Restoring bicameral dynamic
four-dimensional synergetic season systems
developing cooperative co-investment
perennial healthy wealth nurturing
nature/spirit compassionate
timelessly indigenous
integrity.
Eyes, in such a way, that some strange virture, some everlasting release
Was imparted to he. A strange bargain indeed; to resist the gods and to please
Satan in his rebellioin from all that was natural, yet also noxious
After a tie; for, to what end unlimited perfection…..it would seem abnoxious
With no end in sight; and big oaks and trees seeming mortal, yet not dying
Ever guessing His source, teasing their mysteries and playing
And their relation to Adam; her husband, not by choice
But a program counter-intuitive; such that her voice
Would only ever be a mere shadow, a gaunt echo
Of Adam and his Masters booming light, much like the gecko
Who hides softly and silkily in shade cool and damp
Or the giant elephant loping about clumsy who only seems to tramp
‘Why this gecko seeking moist air, when the sun chokes his breathe
Or the elephant, whose stampde maks him an unwelcome guest.
Not content to merely laugh at the huge trunk of the dromedary and his tusk
To reach up and grab his elephantine robes and to smell his musk
Likely she grew tired of the large mammal and his heavy hoof beats
Relentlessly poundingthe earth beneath, hearing him, perhaps from Africa to Crete
And caused the rumbling which finally toppled the walls of those fair cities Minoan
Or how else did the Kingdom of Knossos fall, so far, the ancient site shows a window
Of perfect harmony and bliss an ordered society and blest, with violence well at bay
The Idylli morals deepset in grape and olive, crushed sunset with sailors at play
Riding on top of dolphins and drinking from the boot, gathering for the store-house
Oil, Wine and Wheat; preparing for competition with glove to box or race to trod---no man a louse
It would seem this island fantasy a paradise much like that mentioned in Genesis, Eden
Where the rule of the monarch rested lightly on the people; and men had ample time to find their abundant pleasure, among the dolphin or minotaur
Where pictures depict gymnasts leapingover bulls and by so doing pass the bar
Of manhood in such simple and playful way, with manly innocence
They had proven their version of the garden—With good sense