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you're a snake of recollection,
once in a blue moon slithering
into this head that thinks for me.
you moved out of state eons ago,
leaving behind memories that still burn
bone-deep in my mind.
suddenly back, the ghost of you...
comfortably sink into the velvet sofa, old friend,
yes, put your feet up on the ottoman.
i'm afraid i have nothing to offer you,
just as much as you can't answer
a myriad of questions that continually haunt me.
will i still easily recognize your mug? yes? no?
have you made an honest woman out of someone?
i wonder, have you conquered your fear of clowns?
oh, and do you still laugh...
with your head tilted up to the sky?
i bet you still do; you can't help that.
the passage of time is a drag, ain't it?
would our friendship have aged to the present
had destiny not interrupted? who knows?
sometimes, i sit and ponder
a wealth of whatifs, wondering...
if you do just as much, too.
As the long day ends
~
Padded poetic phrases recline,
softness invites extended stays
within deep cushioned desires
comfort stitched of woven words
Arm chair wishes beneath pressed tin ceilings
offer relaxation penned in durable ink
Put your feet up, clear your mind while
literary whispers relieve burdens
in past tense delusions, quietly wafting
as dreams take flight upon pillowed emotions
Cozy creations silently soothe
tired thoughts and anguished promises,
calming sunset endeavors
as the long day ends
Good night Soupers
GOOD AFTERNOON
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
BOYS AND GIRLS
FROM AROUND THE WORLD
AND ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.
WELCOME... TO THE WORLD
OF TRANSHUMANISM.
AND WELCOME TO THE
INTELLECTUAL BEHAVIOR
MODIFICATION ARENA.
GUARANTEED TO ALTER
YOUR CRITICAL THINKING.
I AM YOUR HOST...
THE DAPPER RING MASTER...
BRINGING YOU JOY AND THE...
UNDERSTANDING OF PROJECT:
ASTER.
ASTER, NAMED AFTER THE
GREEK WORD FOR "STAR"
THE MEANING OF ASTER..
IS WISDOM , LOVE
GREEK ORIGIN ASTRAEA
MEANS OF THE STARS, HEAVENS.
GREEK MYTHOLOGY ASTRAEA
IS THE VIRGIN GODDESS OF
JUSTICE, INNOCENCE, PURITY
AND PRECISION.
THE STORY GOES.
ONE NIGHT ASTRAEA WAS SO
UPSET BY HOW FEW STARS
THERE WERE IN THE NIGHT
SKY, THAT SHE BEGAN TO CRY.
AS SHE WEPT, HER TEARS FELL
TO THE GROUND AND TURNED
INTO STAR SHAPED
ASTER FLOWERS.
SIT BACK AND RELAX
IN OUR SCIENTIFICALLY
DESIGNED AND ENGINEERED
NEURAL NETWORK COMPUSEAT.
PUT YOUR FEET UP.
ATTACH YOUR HEADSET.
AND PREPARE YOURSELF
FOR YOUR INFUSION OF
PROJECT: ASTER. A TECHNOLOGY
OF SUPERHUMAN CAPACITY.
GET READY TO GO BEYOND...
THE OUTER LIMITS OF REALITY.
BEYOND... THE UNIVERSE...
OF IMAGINATION. BEYOND TIME...
AND UNDERSTANDING...
YOU ARE NOW RECEIVING
EXTRATERRESTRIAL AND
INTRATERRESTRIAL
LIFE FREQUENCIES
INTO YOUR TERRESTRIAL BEING.
IN A FEW MINUTES
YOU WIIL EXPERIENCE
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE ALIVE.
TO BE FILLED WITH LIFE...
BEYOND HUMAN OR ALIEN CAPACITY.
YOU WILL RAPIDLY BEGIN
TO UNDERSTAND ELEVATED
CONSCIOUSNESS...
AND EXCEED... EVERY LEVEL
KNOWN TO MANKIND
NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU
SEE, SMELL, TASTE, TOUCH OR
FEEL... LIFE... THE SAME AS
YOU DO TODAY.
AFTER TODAY YOU...
WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
MANKIND... WILL NEVER...
BE... THE SAME.
EMBRACE THIS MOMENT
IN TIME... FORE THERE IS...
NO TURNING BACK NOW.
THE TIME HAS COME.
THAT MOMENT HAS PAST.
YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE
PROJECT: ASTER TECHNOLOGY.
THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE...
THE UNIVERSAL FREQUENCY...
OF WISDOM AND LOVE.
Michael E. Harris
12122021
It’s Over
The turkey is cooked and eaten, the family have all gone
You just want to put your feet up, but life still carries on
The bills are due in, the resolutions already broken
There no food or money left, not even for a gift token.
The holiday adverts have started, you can go on a cruise
Or time to buy a new suite, or buy Easter eggs if you choose.
New furniture has been bought, red wine spilled on it
No need for a new year hair cut , there’s not much left of it
Frustration has caused wrinkles, debt is causing pain
But you all start saving straight away, for when Christmas comes again
©~GG~ 2011
boxing day would be a good day to relax
and put your feet up on a chair
but the children come running in
all upset that
the bits to their game are no longer there
the batteries to their new toys have all gone flat
and ask can you remember where they put their new hat
for all the joys of christmas things end up back in the box
so then they decide to build with lego blocks.
I always wondered why boxing day was called boxing day, I have joked since my kids were
very young that it was because all the batteries go flat, the bits go mising from games they
forget where they put theire new stuff and most things end up back in the box, well untill you
can go and get new batteries when the shops re open, Oh what such fun, I love christmas
and I made sure I went and got more batteries before they ran out this time LOL, have a
happy new year every one love from diane
You hear all kinds of stories
about folks who rock and roll,
we drink too much, do all the drugs,
find ourselves in a hole.
Life on the road sometimes leads
to situations tight,
but all we’ve really come to do
is rock your world tonight.
That’s our good intention,
so you know just where we lie,
that’s our good intention,
we just offer a good time,
that’s our good intention,
know our show will blow you mind,
that’s our good intention,
come and see us,
put your feet up,
come inside.
You hear all kinds of rumors,
only some of them are true,
like all the things that our hot licks
can do inside of you.
Want to stir you way deep down,
put grins upon your face,
and we’ve got practiced fingers
that know which spots to play.
That’s our good intention,
so you know just where we lie,
that’s our good intention,
we just offer a good time,
that’s our good intention,
know our show will blow you mind,
that’s our good intention,
come and see us,
put your feet up,
come inside.
When we play,
we hammer away,
go real hard,
want to take you far.
We’ll get down,
serenade the town,
one or a crowd,
we like when you’re loud!
That’s our good intention,
so you know just where we lie,
that’s our good intention,
we just offer a good time,
that’s our good intention,
know our show will blow you mind,
that’s our good intention,
come and see us,
put your feet up,
come inside.
What do you get when the winds move the trees?
When your guard is down and the sun is setting?
When you are loving the world, especially the breeze.
Do you think of the woodsman
Who spared your life?
Do you think of your stepmother
Who made hell of your life?
Or do you relax in the comfort of the seven dwarves home?
Do you put your feet up and make soup from a bone?
Do you open up the cottage window, feeling love in the air?
Are you happy and carefree, Snow White with this beauty in the air?
Do you think of the woodsman
Who spared your life?
Do you think of your stepmother
Who made hell of your life?
Is your guard down, for a good reason, because of your soft heart?
Do you feel cherished and loved, thanks to the dwarfs, mining being their art?
Is your guard down, are you relaxing in your favorite chair?
When the witch comes prancing with her poison apple fair?
Do you think of the woodsman who spared your life?
Or do you think of your stepmother who made hell of your life?
Take caution Snow. Every person who appears regular is not always good.
Lock yourself away safe, baby, in the safety of the wind and the wood.
The child of God, which is you, is deceived indeed.
He sees his love spat upon by mindless opinions,
only to realize he himself is the one who spits.
What do you seek so desperately from the world?
The Love of God knows you as you truly are.
Stop hiding from us, we can ALWAYS see you.
Stop hating us, we always love you.
Don't be sick anymore.
Sickness attests to who you're not, slain on the corpse of who you are.
Your monster hates you
but it isn't real.
Just cross the border, let your fear go for a few minutes.
Hear the Voice inside.
Let It dictate how you will act from now on, in love and in grace.
Relax, put your feet up.
The fun is just beginning.
You know the drill, are well trained, and have shown tremendous accomplishment.
The next step is discipline.
You are worthy only of love.
All else is folly.
You know this to be true.
Your guilt is meaningless.
The shadows are gone.
You have seen the light of day Yoni, you just don't know it yet.
Forgive yourself, the child of God still Lives.
He is much happier than you have ever been.
Forgive Yoni, this is your world.
Make of it what you will.
Don’t be so hard on yourself, my friend..
Life’s too short to twist and bend.
The world will whirl with noise and fuss..
But not every storm belongs to us.
Let worries drift like passing breeze..
Unclench your jaw, drop your keys.
The sky won’t fall if you just pause..
And take a break from all its cause.
Kick off your shoes, stretch out your toes..
Let calm return in quiet flows.
No need to chase each shout or scoff..
Sit back a while.. just wander off.
The dramas shout, then fade away..
They’re loud at night, but gone by day.
So sip your tea and breathe in slow..
Let gentle moments steal the show.
Be kind to you.. give peace a chance..
Life’s not a race, but more a dance.
So put your feet up, rest your mind..
And leave the heavy world behind.