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I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA
There were potato chips
and hot fudge sundaes
and chocolate doughnuts
and peanut-butter bars
and cheesecake
and apple pie
and pistachio ice cream
and cereals dressed up as candy.
The banquet was endless.
But I didn’t feel good.
I sat in a library
found a book
On a protein diet
Thought all my problems
would be solved.
Goose pimples marched up my spine,
the chill of the newly converted,
as if I had joined
The enlightened.
So I ate tuna and mayo for breakfast
meat and chicken and eggs
wouldn't allow a breadcrumb
into my mouth
I lost weight
I lost bone mass
I lost muscle
For good.
But I didn't feel good.
After too much of this
I discovered fasting:
No snacks
no in between
no lunch
not much protein
not much sugar
not much fat
except some oil
and I finally felt:
good.
I learned that animals
lived longer
if they underate
The student
would carry well fed rats
who had died of old age
out of the cages
but the fasting ones
kept going.
I became a born-again messenger
of the need to fast
I was a good advertisement
for the results
until my past
caught up with me
Bad guys targeted me
with a new kind of science
But until then
I was handsome:
Not sure that was such a good thing
But feeling better was.
We live in a land
where food is close by
always.
It takes discipline
to get the good
without the bad
To fast
Sensibly
Moderation in all things
is a slogan
that's not always true.
I tried to get my brother
to give it a try
He thought it might work
But he said
He didn't want to be
Handsome, lean, and athletic
He was happy
with a beer
and an occasional cake
with his friends
and maybe he's right.
But I say
Fast
Anyway.
An illusion; a blurred vision; psychic collision;
Deja vu caused in me an invisible division;
My mind and heart showed me a situation lived before,
What happened and what would happen floated from core to fore...!
Lightning of experiences of the past brightly stroke,
Streams of headspaces within seas of likes and dislikes broke;
A spasm of thoughts and feelings conscripted conflicting events,
Psychic disposition got divided into segments...!
A sensibly insensible synthesis churned within,
A feeling, like a pin-prick, erupted pain in my skin;
Within, existence flew flawlessly with fresh surprises,
With bounded and unbounded preciously pristine wises...!
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I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear and death and as such.' they whipped into a frenzy
Did not comport sensibly, rather ran stories on a spitting
Causing a killing ' that claim though un-proven' fed through
The people like leven; most poision-ed.' So fellow humans
Suffered, against them curses were uttered.' Then violence
Unseemly unleashed.' Such a shame there was seen.'
I ask why such was the theme.? I hope much better is
Engendered, And should these media outlets be held?
Sequesterd.? There should be a redress.! I'm proposing
To combat false information, that should not be the least.'
Instead on truth may we feast.)
For He ministers, and will here govern precious?
(Yeshua) most welcome' He alone is the best!!
Covered Dishes
2
Into the tattooed tavern
we sauntered dreamily,
squinting our delirious eyes, while
blinking rapidly, and flinching from
the electronic glare of spit-polished mirrors,
shining as an insane sun would,
without reflection, without resonance,
hanging on a purple breast, extending out
like a promontory of covered platters and purple dishes;
and there were young girls present
wearing the costumes of the naked,
seeking to dance in the germ puddles,
with waxed earbuds donned,
and eyes scanning
for blue jean bulges, a promise, and a ring.
Instead, they find the Shadow,
pulsating wildly under the neon cocktail
that oozes desperation;
they crisscross the floor, only
to find more phony friends, and traipsing ghosts
that hurry away, never looking, never listening.
“Ah, miss, may I buy you a white whale?
Certainly I can afford to buy you
a moment of pointless romance.”
But she doesn’t perceive the wondrous latitude,
of that amazing moment in time,
this hollowed babe in black heels,
just staring point blank into my eyes.
Waiting for the nod,
the supreme tilt to aggrandizement!
At last it arrives, as autumn sensibly arrives,
and the truth can be seen.
“I would kiss you now, miss,
here under this humming cocktail sign,
that glows its neon blood
upon your open lips. But
Death wants another drink. Look.
It’s waiting down the bar a ways.
It’s staring at you with mouth decidedly open;
It wants your blood in a beer glass,
with your sea-sodden tears in a chaser.”
The Spanish queen and fooball
This forenoon in Cascais was very hot, sensibly I was not going out, switched on the TV and saw the second
half of a football match between England and Spain.
England, the favorite was on goal down at the time, but this didn't bother the biased commentator.
Since Spain was the underdog I rooted for this team but also because I took umbrage at his arrogance.
Not to forget, Spain is next door to Portugal, one has to show loyalty to Iberia.
What was watching was a new sport, similar to soccer
fast, but with sonorousness, that bad tackles and hurts
a temporary interruption, of a ballet on turf.
The last minute was dramatic, the English team went all out to score a goal but were denied.
The game was played in Australia and the Aussie public was even-handed and marvelous.
The Spanish queen with her daughter, had gone to Australia to see the match, this was a moral booster that helped, gave the extra strength to succeed.
Leticia, the Spanish queen, has brought King Felipe much happiness; this meeting of royals and commoners
(you and me) is not always smooth
I think of Prince Harry of England, a young man who liked to go out with his mates, hunting deer, a sport of blood that is a part of the upper classes, maybe Harry was not too keen on this sport, but preferred fast cars and
running in the woods.
He met, the love of his life, an American actress, she soon seduced him and they married.
Alas, she didn't take well to the royal obligations and
headed for the hills of Hollywood.
The sad part of this is she hates football, a sweaty game
not worth the effort
They have two small boys, wouldn't be great if they, one day, joined Liverpool Football Club?
Vast, powerful motion of all time,
How many do you facilitate sublime?
To discover, protect and to ably fight,
By wood, to keep our territory right.
To race, enjoying the sea air of such waft,
And to fish for delicious bites from our nets cast;
Enjoying the freedoms of the Common Fisheries Policy,
Having livelihoods protected through areas of advocacy.
One of carbon and two of oxygen, water,
And of course with salt which does the liquid alter;
Also with sodium, magnesium, calcium and sulphate too,
Plus the ions potassium and chlorine which do.
You can't really drink it apart from a sip,
But seawater and its fish can be boiled for your lip;
Cod’s coming back as no more overfished,
So pollock does not anymore need to be wished.
Our first travels were made on the ocean wave,
Its captains gave respect and sensibly did behave;
We journeyed from England to America to make,
A life for ourselves which nobody was to brake.
It moves with power, and sometimes takes a life,
And hides oil that's dug through much toil and strife;
The global community needs to channel its energy,
For renewable sources to be designed with synergy.
Imagine the most successful version of you.
Imagine something that can actually come true.
Imagine all that success and what it would do.
Imagine all the failure that you plough through.
Imagine that dream job or successful career.
Imagine a life partner you love more each year.
Imagine your children you hold so dear.
Imagine happiness and a world of no fear.
Imagine your unrivalled talent,
the happiness, respect, wealth and love.
A life where you are most gallant,
imagine a freedom that flies like a dove.
A fantastic life which you empower,
away from sadness, bitter and sour,
outdoing rivals and making them cower,
when every hour is your finest hour.
Imagine imagine the life you imagine will actually happen
and you will live it for real one day.
Your resilience creates brilliance as skills broaden,
creating access to success on a vast array.
Now process this motion picture that is your own notion,
the life of glory and its extraordinary story.
Right now it lives in your imagination,
you hide it there to avoid humiliation.
But, just think about this,
this could be your only chance to exist.
Can you choose to believe wholeheartedly
what you imagine can become reality?
It's already real,
it's happened in your head,
so can become something you feel
before you are dead.
You can imagine
and you can dream,
with application these ways
could be seen.
If you can dream and imagine what life could be like,
then be brave each day and try to reach that height.
Your energy will drain so use it sensibly,
rest as you need to along this tiresome journey.
Difficulties always ease with familiarity,
strive for your aim and never switch to plan b.
Be strong physically and mentally,
and life will become what you want it to be.
And know you may seem deluded,
until the day the journey is concluded.
If you are persistent you will get through,
and the impossible will someday happen to you.
Dream a dream of the best you,
chase that dream until it comes true.
If it can happen in your head,
it can happen before you're dead,
live life brave before you reach the grave.
"it always seems impossible until it is done" - Ghandi
I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you
It’s so strange how you don’t have a clue
Maybe it’s a good thing in the long run
You’re the water that shines beneath the sun
Change is a challenging chore
Don’t you want to know more?
You’re begging for it to the core
Waiting for my wings to soar,
But my torn heart is sore
There’s so much to look forward to
I don’t really know if all you say is true
Tell me no shady lies in my face
Bring me back your vast grace
I’m the shore above your tidal tribulation
I’m the anguish and the happiness sensation
Teach me to laugh and sing in joyful bliss
I need some more of your happiness…
To be rid of this inadequate distress
My head is whirling like a windstorm inside
Your dread doesn’t help, so I begin to hide
I’m sorry I hurt you, but have mercy on me
I sent you strength from my own sensibly
I guess you’ve forgotten about me
I’m the forgotten one, I see…I see…
The loneliness is turning the other cheek
As you and I, in silence and despair, speak
Shadows and sad reflections
Show me rage and rejections
Speak to me when I’m ready for your company
Change is what you should welcome in happily
I don’t understand your motives
This angst and anxiety in me lives
Can’t neglect this heart of gold…heart of old…
Can’t shatter this soul of diamond sevenfold
How can you forget me so easily?
I thought I was unforgotten in your memory!
What future is in store for you and I?
A peace that will never come, then we’re left to die?
There’s a bump in the road
And I do need Your abode
Hear the echoes of my ode
Figure out my code and unload my load
God has given me a reason to believe
You have given me a reason to grieve
Might as well walk out that door and leave
Or hang on tight to my sweater sleeve…
I’m moving on from your shadows of oblivion
No longer are you the water beneath the glow
I’m fatigued, can’t peel you away like an onion
There’s so many thoughts in mind you don’t know
Awkward pauses are like a commotion to the brain
Speechless because you’re selfish and pretty insane
I hear more than one bird overhead
I also hear of your yesterday's dread
"Remove all shackles that take away your bliss. Enjoy a blissful life " Quote by author
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Following innumerable rules,
A life of bondage we live
Copying others, trying to be same
Scared what others may think
We never lead life our way
Dressing up to please others
In our best behaviour to impress
Wanting to prove we are the best
We literally live for others
Our real self hidden behind a facade
Without a thought about its feelings
Egoistic humans still criticize us
Is it worth it? Why not be true?
Rip the rules that bind
Rip the fears that make you timid
Use your brain and live sensibly
Pave way for a much-needed change
Still a kid at heart, behaving like an adult
Wanting to cry, controlling emotions
Dressing up for society, not as per comfort
Whole life is a saga of falsehood
Our happiness and peace long forgotten
Our opinions crushed daily dying within
How perfectly we copy others
Determines our success in life
Blindly following what parents told
Without thinking why we should do
Afraid of being a laughing stock
We lead an unintelligent life
Why not be your true self
Live for your inner bliss
Same inside out, no masking
Am sure many would follow
All are stifled from within
Wanting a solution but scared
Why not be brave and lead
Many would be thankful to you
Look at animals, no rules to obey
They live for self not for others
Enjoying every moment of existence
Much we can learn from surround
Our life is short, anytime it can end
Still we bother so much about world
Scriptures say we are not body but soul
We just don't bother to find out more
A puppet to senses and world
Is this right way of living?
So many things that we need to rip
To see the truth and be truthful
We have to tear the illusion that we are body
We need to tear our egoistic tendencies
Tear all our desires that rob us of our peace
See soul, live for soul and God and inner joy.
27.06.2021
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Bhagvad Gita 2.11: The Supreme Lord said: While you speak words of wisdom, you are mourning for that which is not worthy of grief. The wise lament neither for the living nor for the dead.
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