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A Sensitive Man
He was the finely spun, hushed type
his character often folded up;
inside pocket rather than on display.
He felt different but followed the rules:
school, college and then work.
Politeness escorted him courteously;
his kindness was always considerate.
In early years, his words seemed slight and shy,
he felt the playground of life swamp him
so he shrank, creating a gulf of distance,
away from noise and the carnival of people.
He was aware of the room’s ticking clock,
the pavement through the soles of his feet,
the quality of the fabric next to his skin,
the need for companionship of calm and quiet.
He valued his imagination when looking at life,
learning to read situations and people.
He was called shy, or sensitive, when young
but others, more astute, thought him gifted;
he just thought of himself as …different.
Some sought to bully, causing internal distress
but he rarely backed down, until after the event,
whereupon he suffered scrutinising self-analysis.
As he aged, ‘sensitivity’ was something he polished,
not a weakness, no, in fact… a valuable strength.
He no longer felt flawed, however he did feel pity
for others living a life on the surface of existence,
never in tune with the depths of the arts
or indeed the nature of nature.
He shrugged away shyness, removed remoteness
and learned how to breathe
until finally he had a respect for himself,
an understanding of others… and that gulf diminished.
He now smiles as he thinks back through the years
at the metamorphosis he has undergone;
a young boy into how he now sees himself
……….an assertive, inquisitive butterfly! Ian Souter
What’s happening is clearly understood.
Apollo has one hand around her waist,
one predator, one quarry, interlaced.
He’s coming up behind her (which is good),
but she’s a tree (two lovers, getting wood!)
She’d rather change her state than be disgraced,
preferring to be chaste than to be chased.
She’s choosing abstinence, above life's blood.
Is love a trauma, to be undergone?
Arousal something ugly, to be faced?
Should Nature’s process be looked down upon?
The carnal act, a tactless lapse of taste?
Or might the thing be ardently embraced?
We, formless fragments, merging in The One?
233.
My Idol Dentist
Many times in my life
My teeth have been a strife
It brought me too much pain
That made me quite insane
From childhood to my teen
My teeth so bad have been
‘Coz everytime it aches
Trouble to me it makes
I want to pull it out
I want to make a shout
Root canal and fillings
Cleanings and extractings
All those I've undergone
Until mostly are gone
False teeth when I was teen
True now only thirteen
New denture just last year
Extracts without a tear
Yes, extractions – painless
I also had paid less
To this dentist in town
Who comforts like a clown
Doctor Baticados
Amazing serving boss…
You're my idol dentist
The best among the rest!
-11/29/2013
(Dumarao)
*grinding/molars just extracted painlessly
good morning all
below is anther entry in honor of love and valentine's day
on a side not however
I have an aunt who my family and I are very close with
just before christmas she fell down a flight of stairs
she remains in the hospital
she has undergone a couple of surgeries
her therapy and recovery may take up a year
my point in all this is
my message to you all today is be aware of your footing and balance
plan your move before taking a step
may this day find you all safe and sound
and yes
happy valentine's day to all special couples everywhere
thank you...
"inside fantasies"
roses
candies
kisses
embraces
love
desires
emotions
dances
alongside many roses and embraces
together with desires and emotions
kisses of love dance inside fantasies
SkyWatcher
01-19-24
A broken leg has undergone
Or been subjected to fracture;
It takes a lot of pain and time
Before the injury will cure.
A broken home or family
Is disunited by separation;
Shattered by couple's divorce
Or by one parent's desertion.
A broken vow or promise
Isn't kept by word of honor;
Violated by transgression,
By lies and deceptive favor.
A broken heart and spirit
Are wounded, weak or wimpy;
They're crushed and sorrowful,
Mend them to heal completely.
A broken bale of hay
Is not complete or full;
Life is fraught with flaws,
Patch or cover the hole.
A broken mountain ridge
Is odd and aberrated,
Life's foes and blocks abound,
True faith won't be defeated.
Anyone in gentle posture
That life breakers madden;
Be calm under pressure,
Fix what's been broken.
Just a moment.....
A whale breaches the surface and soars into the air, an eagle swoops down and plucks a fish from the water swimming without care,
a woman gives birth, another miracle being on planet earth, joins the human race as we awkwardly evolve into outer space, just as an old man slips away into death's final embrace after living a lifetime visible in each wrinkle on his weathered face. ....
a child is starving as a mother helplessly watches with pain in her heart and disgrace on her face, begging the Gods for mercy and to be in some other place....
a volcano erupts, spewing the gut of history into the sky, as a young boy becomes a man with the future in his eyes,
a rocket blasts off carrying humans deep into space in a leap of faith heretofore unknown for a date with history far from home......
Moments that capture the eternal from the desperately fleeting. These are instantaneous moments of joy, exhilaration, pain, and sadness that span the spectrum and devotion of human emotion......all intertwined to form the essence of life.
We have endlessly struggled throughout time to define what we are and why. Perhaps to define, its like a fine wine that has undergone a resembling activity over time.....
our experiences and knowledge get passed on, not unlike the process of a fermenting wine.....
all the moments of our lives are each a frame of a film that takes a lifetime to produce.
Nearing the end we get a preview of sorts, a sneak peek, a sip of the wine that has defined our time. It streams endlessly in our mind, so have a seat, enjoy the wine, and don't eat too much popcorn, it's showtime, no spoiler alert, there is no doubt because no one knows the ending until the final moments have played out.
Are you depressed?
Do you think life is a hassle?
then just think of me for a second
I am a proud butterfly!
Undergone stout challenges
Which you cannot even envisage
Panic about future?
Oh! Its just a waste of precious time
If I did it,I would haven't entered into cocoon
Do you know?
My life span is short,too short!
But still endured the intolerable pain
B'coz I wanna fly!
Just to fly high beyond the sky
To fly across the colorful elegant flowers
Now, I am a buoyant soul
Fluttering fearlessly like a god sent angel
Relishing the present moment without agitation
On a sunny day, I encountered a caterpillar
in the midst of curry leaves.
I escorted it and kept in a transparent box.
Feeding the caterpillar had become my daily work.
I gleefully did it.
One day it started spinning cocoon.
I was scared by seeing that.
It had undergone a tough transformation-Metamorphism
I was said that the butterfly will come out within a week.
It was the eighth day.
There was no butterfly, rather I noticed some changes in the chrysalis(Cocoon).
I was anxious and thought it was dead.
The next day morning my mom squeed"Hey,there is a butterfly inside the box".
I was at the height of bliss by hearing that.The moment I would like to cherish for lifetime.
It was a swallow tail butterfly. It walked on my arms, kissed me.
After a few hours it flew away but the happiness would not be forgotten.
Since that day I decided to raise butterflies. So far I have raised 50 butterflies.
Now our garden is full of a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
After all,happiness lies in the little things.
It’s one of life’s wonderful lessons…if you’re lucky enough to learn…how some of the most inspiring acts of kindness are done in secret…and ask for nothing in return.
It was a tiny heart painted on a tiny stone that barely caught my eye…left somewhat hidden on a park bench to be found by any passerby.
That passerby was me…out walking on my own…when I came across this tiny heart…painted on this tiny stone.
This tiny heart was multicolored…and it filled most of the tiny stone.
The artist did not sign it…preferring to remain unknown.
I imagine it was meant to bring a smile…in a small way to astound…after it was painted by the artist…hidden…and once it had been found.
I picked up that tiny stone, brought it close to my eyelid…and when I saw that tiny heart…that’s exactly what it did!
I enjoyed it for a few days then I hid it where it might catch the eye…on another day…in another place…of another passerby.
For that’s the wonder of an experience like the one I’d undergone…
Once you find a tiny bit of happiness…you want to pass it on.
Working behind the counter of a bookstore I have a chance to look…
to browse among our shelves and find the oldest books
I love the feel of them in my hands, to gently turn their pages and what’s more
I like to think about the paths these books have taken
before coming to rest here inside our store.
The words written on its pages tell a story…that’s well known
but the book has also made a journey and has a story of its own.
The story within the pages of the book is repeated each time the book is sold
but the story about the book itself…forever remains untold..
I recently came upon a book whose story is not yet through…
a tiny pocket-sized book that was given to a soldier in World War II.
(It’s interesting to note since they were small enough fit in pockets and gunny sacks…
these books helped launch the acceptance…and popularity of books in paperback)
It was a little weathered…its pages yellow and tattered by time
and I had to wonder how…from the hands of a soldier in the war
did it find its way to mine.
Did this soldier see much action…was he injured…did he make it out alive?
In the horrors of a war…did this little book help him to survive?
How much time did it spend in Europe?
Was its journey fast…or slow?
How did it find its way back across the ocean?
These are things I’ll never know.
For that is the dichotomy of a book is it not?…
On its pages it reveals its secrets for everyone to see
but the secrets of its journey shall remain a mystery.
So while I am it’s caretaker…
as I wonder about the adventures it has undergone…
I shall do my best to protect her
before she journeys on.