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Christian Café a new dating site, met a girl
It probably won’t work, should I give it a whirl
Should I take a chance, is she thinking the same
She probably is actually just playing a game
She wants to meet, with a friend she will be
She’ll be dressed in sweater I will surly see
Doesn’t trust to be alone, neither do I
Should I look to find her, should I leave or try
Why should I meet her, it always turns bad
Also know it will probably turn out sad
Am I building this up bigger than life
Guess I just hope maybe I’ll find a wife
I gave it the try and took the big chance
Hugged each other and did a new dance
I married this girl and I’m happy you see
She is more than I thought she’d ever be
Now we’re married with our first anniversary
All started because Jesus died on that tree
For we believe in our Savior evenly yoked
We laugh and we love and enjoy a good joke
Form:
What's life's offer, forgotten innocent hunger feeds
Thirst within the soul questioning existing
What is a man except all that he is
His fight insane, death a reflected memory
The struggle for hope and dreams fade
Reality of life we pay our freedom
Never free, just drama of societies killing
Is every not suppose be equal to another
The same we bleed red, to earth our dust returns
Our insanity, like a wild ambition inside
Consumed by life, drowned in a material world
A forgotten past we live today's future
Still our purpose we look not unto
Only ourselves we think of, always wanting
But unto our fellow man fuel heart's hatred
His worth judged by words of appearance
Love, like a orchestra in desert with no one to hear
An inspirited being wanting its desired feeling
But yet it is selfish to its own lust
A sunset promise, life isn't that beauty
But a myth as if a legend of time
Just a dreamers world of possibilities eager
Breath of life, I give just to be
One must live first to appreciate breath for life
I heard you’re back in town
And you’ve been askin’ about me
It’s messin’ with my mind
Thought you were better off without me
Seems like we go ‘round and ‘round
Same old story over and over
When I think I’m almost over you
And the flame couldn’t get any colder
You come around saying you need me
It’s wearing me down tryin’ not to believe it
Just when my heart is startin’ to see
That maybe there’s closure to be found
You come around you come around
I’m just a little more broken
Every-time you leave
Every word unspoken
Leaves a scar on me
Seems like we go ‘round and ‘round
Same old story over and over
When I think I’m almost over you
And the flame couldn’t get any colder
You come around saying you need me
It’s wearing me down tryin’ not to believe it
Just when my heart is startin’ to see
That maybe there’s closure to be found
You come around you come around
You come around saying you need me
It’s wearing me down tryin’ not to believe it
Just when my heart is startin’ to see
That maybe there’s closure to be found
You come around you come around
(Lily, Lada and Pema, 2025)
In The Morning
In the morning I sit
Coffee cup in hand
Dogs nestled in on either side
Feeling like a bump on a log
With no desire to do anything
To disturb the peace of the moment.
Inside my thoughts are a gentle cascade
All the dream images of the night before
Like pieces of several different puzzles
Jumbled all together in the same box
Not needing to be sorted
As much as simply settled.
The dogs around me have no such issues
Each of them sound asleep
Each of them a soporific engine of their own
Casting a wide net of calm and comfort
In a world where everything is always
Just one day of moments at a time.
(8/18/25)
Bee beautiful
We could have flown together forever,
But now I cannot stay.
If only you could have kept the faith,
We could have found a way.
If only you didn’t kiss him…instead of me.
You could have been the Bumble, to this Humble B.
We had our moment and now it has passed.
We have lost all we had,
But we sure did have some laughs.
I will always love you and I hope you still love me,
But my heart only has a place for my true love
And we were not meant to bee.
You made my heart complete.
I only wish you felt the same way…honey.
Bee beautiful.
I will never forget the times we have been through.
You have always been there for me in the hive when times were tough,
But all things they have to go forward and I am going on without you.
We are not what I want to bee…
I am no longer in love.
I will never forget you and the love you gave to me,
But our love was never destined to bee.
I thought I had found a part of myself with you,
But some hearts are only meant to break in two.
I am sure I will heal and we will smile together another day,
But this time is not the right time for us to say,
We should meet again. Maybe there is a way,
But I cannot stay and be reminded of your face
And the way we always flew…
Some dreams of love they do not last.
Bee beautiful…
Bee the bee that I knew.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
In the corner he was sent
if there should be an “incident.”
A naughty child was he and so
to that same corner he would go,
then sit and stew there, discontent.
This boy was not one to relent.
At school he’d curse. How he could vent!
He then was placed by the window
in the corner!
The boy grew older; then hell-bent,
he ran off rather than repent.
His mother wept. We came to know
at last he ended on death row,
where now he sits with his torment
in the corner.
March 25, 2017
‘Enter and explore’ read the sign above Blake’s Hall.
Sliding open the French doors I stepped inside
where I was greeted by a row of coloured doors.
Intrigued, I approached a green door, rested my hand
on the knob and turned it slowly. Peeping in I glimpsed
hope and harmony holding hands...then behind I espied
two scary beasts, eyes gleaming with greed and envy.
Hastily I closed the door and moved to the next, a red one.
Its intensity drew me like a magnet, and unhesitatingly
I opened it to reveal a room divided in two sections; in
one, passion, love and desire lay in warm embrace...
in the other, danger and malice lurked in the dim light.
Unsure of myself, I walked on to the next, a yellow door.
With renewed energy I stepped in to be met by joy’s
cheerful countenance, but this soon was obscured by
the unpleasant smell of sickness and foul decay.
Again, another hasty exit which led me to a purple door.
Inside I witnessed luxury; felt an aura of power, mystery...
at the same time foreboding gloom, and frustration
sent a shiver up my spine; uneasily I closed the door behind me.
Perplexed, abandoning my curiosity, I headed for the exit.
At that moment it dawned on me what Blake’s Hall stood for…
It was a clear reference to ... the doors of perception.
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© 31st March 2017
Living on a planet, unsure if I belong
Where only sand grains and fossils, seem to last long
The instinct to breathe air, compelling me along
And the miracle that’s water, strives to prolong
Hear the wind blow bending the trees
Feel the bones crack inside my knees
High upon a mountain, an avalanche gives way
Yielding to gravity, and powerful sun rays
Down below I ponder, will this be my last day
Still all goes over my head, as life balks away
Holding my grip busting my balls
gives a nice twist when in free fall
A juggernaut of lies, hurtled down that slope
Widening debris fields, spreading rumours of hope
Is there any big truths, or just lies to help cope
The past looks basic, viewed under a microscope
Fossils don’t lie rocks are not bones
Sand remodels back into stone
I piece together the fossils, search out life’s source
Scream out eureka, til my larynx implodes hoarse
Scan skies for graviton waves, stretching time with force
Try stop that damn avalanche, least alter it’s course
Raw energy blood upon dust
Time’s eternal cascading rust
Evidence can be sketchy, when life forms a scree
In the end information, is all there can be
Empirical pathways, are straightforward to see
If they postulate a god, good enough for me
I’ve crawled before I’ll walk again
Encased in skin til god knows when
As a kid in confession, I’d mostly tell lies
I admitted made up sins, without compromise
The priest liked forgiving, so telling lies was wise
He went easy on penance, devil in disguise
Shame on us both playing such games
He wore a cloak, I’m still the same
UNDERWEAR TALKING
- Friend young underwear, I do not understand why.
my owner no longer looks for me but only for you ...
So just answered young underwear:
- It is not complicated to understand, my elder friend ...
He looks for me. because I'm novel, scented,
and you friend, excuse my frankness,
but you already have years of anus ... ha, ha, ha!
IN THE OFFICE
- say 33!
- 33!
- All right, you are healed ...
please pay for the consultation.
- Doctor, say 33!
- 33!
- Well, doctor, You are paid ...
- How is it !?
- I offer you the same treatment doctor.
that you gave to me ... we are cured ...!
GORGEOUS HAIR
"Hey lady, how do I preserve
my lush gorgeous hair! ?
- It is quite simple, die young ...!
MOUTH AND TONGUE
The mouth said to the tongue:
- You are mine, only mine !
"No, I'm hers ... and entered the
mouth of the impressive girl ...!
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.
If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.
Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.
Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.
Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.
Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!
Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.
Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.
In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…
Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.
O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!