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You can take an agency tour
Or a cruise to somewhere exotic.
You can cram onto buses and trains
Or sway on a camel hypnotic.
You can stand on your toes in a group
And try to see o’er the crowd,
To possibly glimpse Mona Lisa
Or hear, though the noise is so loud.
Instead of coming home tired
And set for a week in your bed
Travel the way that’s relaxing
And see more and hear more instead.
I’ve traveled the high Himalayas,
Seen mountains and valleys galore
Trudged with the yaks and porters-
No frostbite, no blizzards, no sores.
From ocean to ocean I’ve wandered
Seen whales and dolphins at play,
Walked in Australia’s Red Center
Without face nets to keep flies away.
I’ve learned much about native people,
Their customs, their habits and lore.
I’ve even been south to Antarctica
And oh, to so many sites more.
And all of this time I was sitting
In my living room lounging chair,
Dressed in pajamas and bathrobe
With books piled around in my lair.
My armchair’s a magical carpet
That whisks me wherever I wish
No planes or lines of security
Just a turn of a page and –whish!
I wandered lone as I did seek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
From my thoughts about the work "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
Repost of this one.
For Brian
I wish I could just lean next you and tell you how I feel about you.
I wish I could whisper into your ear and tell you how much I love you.
I wish I could paint the future foe us.
I wish I could synchronize our dreams and vision for you to understand my feelings.
I wish I could share my thoughts and keep you in the loop of how I feel.
I wish could stars shine bright for you every night to make your night be as beautiful like you.
I wish I could share my breath so we die together.
I wish I could be your Shining sun when you need a brighter day.
I wish I could change this words into sound that will go deep into your ears.
I whish these words could find space in your heart and find rest in your mind.
I wish these words could sound better from my mouth for you to understand them.
I wish I could cast my thoughts differently even for the blind to see.
I wish I could let these words be heard in through the mountains and valleys of love.
I wish these words could stay forever in our hearts.
Let those who have love and faith nature and preserve these words.
I wish these words could stay forever in our hearts and in our minds.
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Will you think
I am not in love if you
Think is it true like the
River fall in land of grass
I am not in pain but in
The lost of whish to get the
Chance of getting love
I am not in a time when you
Fade out the window of my
Tears which comes from the
Last year
I am not in the lake of magic
When you leave me alone
I am not in a trust will you think
When I ask your heart to beat for love
Will you think I am not in a second when
I miss you like a tides in a sea
Will you think I am fake like the
Words of to call you my life
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Uncle John is always jolly
A fisherman ever friendly
Bringing home sea-riches gladly
Sharing them with us lovingly.
On Monday, he catches great fish
Salmon and tuna for tasty dish
Tuesday gives clams or shells’ relish
While Wednesday offers sardine whish.
Each Thursday of good fishing gain
Makes Friday sales big to contain
Saturday, he rests with no strain
Sunday, he prays, “God, bless us again.”
Oh, jolly fisherman’s delight
To give and share with joyous might
He says, “Don’t be selfish; stay bright...”
We learn* from Uncle John, that’s right.
*Matthew 11:29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
September 9, 2022
There's a voice inside my head;
I've tried to shut her,
over and over again.
She speaks my language,
but I don't want to understand
her painful words that make me feel just average.
She says she knows what's best for me
but she's nothing more than a liar,
because she's just a voice inside my brain.
I'm sick of her talking,
because everywhere I go,
she keeps on her painful talking.
Maybe I should ignore her,
because this is hurting hard inside my chest:
but how will I do this, if she's inside myself?
I feel her under my skin,
she's now a part of me;
I whish it didn't exist.
She judges my moves,
my decisions and my ideas,
even my own damn words.
Now I've talked with her,
she has spoken with me,
she has confessed.
Her, ladies and gentlemen,
is what they call:
to overthink.
"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a geek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested, and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
Contest: I Wandered Lonely As
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Date Written: 09/20/2022
The word Geek today has many definitions or meanings. One is typically connoting an expert or enthusiast obsessed with a hobby or intellectual pursuit.
Christian And The Tiger
Christian returned from church
Feeling worse for the experience;
Sunday!
Restless with nothing to do
Christian decided to visit the zoo.
The people there were strolling about:
Arm in arm, hand in hand, and in places
Mouth in mouth,
Black people, yellow people, white people
And children lost, crying for a policeman
As their mothers instructed.
The hippo yawned at the man in Bermudas snapping pictures;
A thin woman threw peanuts which the elephant ignored;
The zebra defecated, intensely studied by a soldier.
The reptiles were motionless:
An alligator stared mysteriously, like eyes behind sunglasses;
The monkeys were bored, except for the gorilla
Whish put a half-orange in its mouth and smiled — Sunkist
The restless cats all paced their cells
Except a tiger keeping silent vigil on the passing crowd.
Christian stood alone with the cat, saddened in its plight,
Letting remorse wash over him until ...
It was even stronger than the smell from the Bengal’s cage.
Then he gripped the rail retainer and cried aloud,
‘Release the tiger! Let him be free like me.’
His voice echoed but went unheard.
The tiger, tilting its head to the left,
Spoke:
‘Weep not for me, Christian;
Know you not that we are both imprisoned?
Your cell is merely larger, with more companions;
I was once free; can you say the same, O sad one?
As you see me, so I see you:
Behind bars.
Tell me, Christian,
For which captive do you weep?’
The truth the tiger spoke
Shocked him more than the situation
So Christian left the beast to his silent vigil.
He roamed the boulevard
Window-shopping with his thoughts
Until the sun was setting.
Then, with gnawing hunger
He paced the silent steps
To his row home and supper
And the remainder of Sunday’s routine.
Back at the zoo — it was feeding time
E.J. Hudak ca. 1969
uncanny half-moon
whish says breeze ~ eerie night owl
hoots tu-whit, tu-whoo
May 6,2022
Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Theme: Whispers Of The Wind
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables (5-7-5) checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
Bite-size Poem 43 Poetry Contest
sponsor: Line Gauthier
How I wish I can reach the sky
Bringing down the clouds to shield you from storms up high
How I wish I can reach the stars at night
Bringing light in your darkest night
How I wish I can bring a torch in every site
Litting the lives of those who need might...
If I can smoothen the coarse and dusty grounds
I will pave them all with my rough, dirty hands
If I can flatten each and every mountain
I will dig a hole to bring out a love fountain
From there all people can drink and wish
All good things... no hate, no leash
How I wish I can send a note
To everyone in this world without a hote
Thanking all of you for your warm thoughts that whish
You'll always be remembered in my dreamed swish
How I wish...