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The heart fades with the end
of two thousand and fourteen
I did so want to waltz - dance away
this last two thousand and fourteen day.
You, in my arms, closing the door
on another year – 2014, gone for evermore.
There comes a time – sometimes –
when words in ones rhymes
sets free the human spirit,
lets the ghostly past slip past it,
it’s chains that have bound tightly
the soul, to precious moments - rightly
or wrongly - that live in the light of a rainbow.
This, only a true heart, true love, comes to know.
Moments that most, seldom come to experience,
seldom, smell the roses, intimately know their fragrance,
seldom, or never find it easy to tough down,
seldom on bend and knee, reach up, kiss the ground.
Lucky !!! – I have touched the edges of this state.
Forever lasting – never to be my fate.
That has been the journey,
living it has seemed an eternity.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 3rd 2015
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift.
And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
So stop and smell the roses, feed the soul, soothe the heart.
A new day has dawned and with it a new start.
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift. And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
And so you turn your face to the shining sun
and let it evaporate those tears that rain down
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
The slow route, no shortcuts please
Delusion removal one step at a time
As layer by layer we gently unfreeze
To entwine with divine love sublime
Picking up any aberration, say desire
We struggle not, simply change direction
Turning inwards divine ignition afire
We imbibe & assimilate blissful elation
Or flipping desire, we encounter fear
Rooted in ephemerality, a mere illusion
Turning within we draw divine love near
Rapturous bliss renewing its ignition
We hurry not, pausing to smell the roses
The journey more beautiful than imagination
Adroitly sidestepping ego’s alluring poses
In tune with Ohm in an unending continuation
Oh hermit, having lived life vibrantly,
body wrinkles, not bubbling innocence,
reflecting love hues prismatically.
Slowly awakens, inner sentience,
aligning us with voice of our conscience.
We see around, sacred geometry,
echoes of our soul, voiced through poetry,
a fervent divine call, singing our verse,
in tranquil silence, deemed sedentary,
attuned to life pulse of the universe.
Our counsel is this; simply keep flowing,
in an aspect of embrace-hold-release,
heart centric, with love within pulsating,
touching one and all, like the morning breeze,
vibrant in aloneness, always at ease.
Stagnation in desire, births delusion,
mirrored by gloomy fearful contraction.
Playfully do pause to smell the roses,
ambling along in joyous elation,
knowing man proposes, God disposes.
06-March-2021
Being a senior citizen sure has it's ups and downs.
It seems I'm learning something new each time I turn around.
Things are different now for me than when I was young.
I'm older now and wiser too and life's a lot more fun.
I used to think when I got old the fun would be all over.
I'd sit and rock and dream about bygone days of clover;
Days of fun and frolic that were filled with love, adventure;
But it turns out that just ain't so in youth I was indentured;
Tied to duty and my job I worried 'bout my payments,
House and car and credit cards, each month was filled with statements.
Now I'm free to do my thing, slow down and smell the roses.
I've some wrinkles and gray hair but don't look down your noses,
At us old folks 'cause you think we're old and dumb, not with it.
'Cause we've been down that road before and you my friend can have it.
This senor thing has got it's edge and I've put in my bid,
To head the list, be number one as the world's oldest kid.
A man and a woman lived their lives separately that was different than the other
Eventually in life they came upon each other
It’s not too often that happily ever afters happen
You mostly get to experience fairytales while napping
Isn’t life beautiful when you’re enjoying it with the one you love?
Life is beautiful when you decide it is
Love can conquer and trump everything
Doesn’t being in love make you stop and smell the roses?
A hand that reaches for yours in times of need can make you feel less alone in life
Nothing is picture perfect but having your person with you can make you feel like living life is worth it
Do you believe in fairytales in life?
Do you believe there’s a special person that God created for you in this lifetime?
What is the true definition of happiness to you?
Is it money?
Cars or expensive things to you?
Or is it the memories you make?
Is it finding the right one and the people you choose to have around you?
Do you believe in fairytales?
Do you believe life is great as long as you have all the money in the world?
You can admit you crave that fairytale kind of love
That love that never fades and never gives up
That’s the love worth fighting for and the love you should never give up
He is sending a message
Via his lips,
on a beautiful lily
His trumpet to pan,
dreaming frog
Basking in the sun
The frog loves
Beautiful butterflies
Sleeps at night under the star
With the moths,
Peter you get everywhere
It must be the fairy dust,
you wear green tight,s
same colour as brother frog
Have I gone bananas,
I keep slipping,
banging my head
Now that's a frog in a half,
the search for Peter begins
the parrot needs help
On your shoulder oh ar, oh ar,
stuck for words the parrot
Hook he will find him
Mick's on the prowl
Blowing his secret weapon,
we all need a bit of fairy dust
None of us mind the tights,
its all a beautiful dream
With light
Like a family we write
Loves dream in fairytales
You send such beautiful poetry Peter,
melting almost
The frogs little heart
Peter,Peter Pan
In the land of dreams
Please don't eat me
A silly old frog dreams
You strike the frog
Ha ha Peter,oh Peter Pan
Brings out crazy frog
you wont like
The one eyed,
battle of the green monster
Sorry Peter you are so sweet,
you entered Mick's secret weapon room
Did you smell the roses
The scent left
By the frog for you
Being a senior citizen,
Sure has it's ups and downs.
It seems I'm learning something new,
Each time I turn around.
Things are different now for me,
Than when I was young.
I'm older and much wiser now,
And life's a lot more fun.
I used to think when I got old,
The fun would all be over.
I'd sit and rock and dream about,
Bygone days of clover.
Days of fun and frolic that,
Were filled with love, adventure;
But it turns out that just ain't so,
In youth I was indentured;
Tied to duty and my job,
I worried 'bout my payments.
House and car and credit cards,
Each month was filled with statements.
Now I'm free to do my thing,
Slow down and smell the roses.
I've wrinkles and gray hair, so what.
Don't look down your noses,
At us old folks 'cause you think,
We're old and dumb, not with it.
'Cause we've been down that road before,
And you, my friend, can have it.
This senior thing has got it's edge,
And I've put in my bid,
To head the list, be number one,
As the world's oldest kid.
YeeeHaaaa!
Where would I go
if not right here with little to show,
while at my laptop pondering the view.
Sometimes, I get so busily obsessed
with by want of writing I am possessed,
so oblivious of nature that I forget to see.
The world outside my window
filled with life and song not innuendo
and a garden growing fast before too long.
If life overtakes me I would be forever in regret
I missed the wonders of a songbird's quintet
that disappears and fades as the day progressed.
But blessed I am by some inner call
that begs me look and enjoy the beauty of it all
from the garden growing in the timeline of my life.
So for the moment, however brief
walk the garden, breathe, smell the roses like a thief
as time passes and may never be caught again.
Edward, remember this.
Just like you were a caterpillar
Before you became a butterfly;
A bud before you blossomed one spring,
You'll continue to evolve and flourish
In this vale of tears.
You've got a lot of living to do, my friend.
Life is what you make it! Embrace it fully!
Make lemonade out of your lemons,
Take time to smell the roses!
Treasure quality time with friends and family.
Celebrate even the smallest of victories.
You're traveling through this life
On the right trajectory; stay the course.
Let nothing veer you off it!
You're the sea captain of your destiny;
Sail on straight ahead!
I needn't remind you just how cruel
This life can be. As you're well aware,
It isn't done knocking you down flat.
You'll feel it's punch again and again,
And you'll fall like timber each time,
But you won't stay down, Edward.
You'll get up, dust off, and carry on living!
You woke up today, didn't you?
You rose with the morning sun
Grateful to be alive another day
To see it set over the horizon.
Yes sir, you'll rise again like the Phoenix
Whenever life floors you with it's hook...
And float along with hope in the clouds!
Whenever the blue sky turns ashen gray
And warm sunny days grow
Unforgivingly cold; from bright to dark,
Never lose faith, for you'll continue
To feel the presence of God
At your darkest hours, I promise you.
Keep on living life the best you know how!
Keep on growing, personally and spiritually.
May your future continue to be bright
And gravid with infinite possibilities!
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Date written: 09/19/2021