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Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer

Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer


I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer 
when a young woman stopped me, 
and said, “Madame, you are superbe.”
She told me twice, Madame you are superbe


But I didn’t feel superb.
Hadn’t for a long time, if ever at all. 
How is superb supposed to feel
when you're dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer?


Later I visited my doctor to 
ask if

The Axe Boasts Not

The axe boasts not, nor lets arrogance reign. 
By whose hand did buds sprout forth from Aaron’s rod? 
Balaam kept blessing God’s people, was all this in vain? 
Can man know the might and mind of Almighty God?

Man is a means by which our Lord will prod
other men who govern this world’s domain.
When success is

What is the karma of Humanity

What is the future of  the Human race
The USA’ is no leader today 
Wrecking the natural world -a disgrace

Netanyahu is a war thug forevermore
The mid east war -total insanity 
Humans act horrible I do deplore
What is the karma  of Humanity ?

Two polar fates for Humans I embrace 
Green party politics can save the

Bones Ache, Yet Heart Sings

Bones ache, yet heart sings our Lord's praise, 
He accepts us just as we are, 
Unmerited grace does amaze, 
For He has led us safe thus far. 

He is that shining Morning Star, 
Who sets my heart, with joy, ablaze, 
His love for us is beyond par, 
Bones ache, yet heart sings our Lord's praise.

The Thoughts We Think

The thoughts we think, what is their source 
Emotes rise and fall in a blink
It’s clear that love employs no force
Time is now head and heart to link

Dark desires and fears, our heart’s chink
Heartfelt penance follows remorse 
Else waywardness will make us sink
The thoughts we think, what is their source 

It’s better we change our

The Dancing Plague of 1518: Collaboration With Dilly Dally

The Dancing Plague of 1518: Collaboration with Dilly Dally

A plague cursed, until death they dance
Until forever lasts this plight
Moving hypnotic deep in trance
Onlookers revel at the sight

From days to weeks, from dawn til' night
Hysteria spread the expanse
Collapse in exhaust by firelight
A plague cursed, until death they dance

Can I dance myself free perchance
Repent and be rid

Head and Heart We Know

Head and heart we know; where is soul
Let’s find the truth; game’s hide and seek
Once we know, we play our true role
Blocking wasteful energy leak

First things first; know we’re strong, not weak
Soul’s living light, scriptures extol
Let’s go within, take a sneak peek
Head and heart we know; where is soul

We feel not joyful, feel not whole
We’ve

Confronting Decadence

How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.

Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.

Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often

Grace-Filled Life

It is by God’s grace, rich and free
That makes my life wondrously blest
Midst surprises of divine glee
Marked with miracles for faith’s crest.

Existence inside loving nest
Of home around kind sharing spree
Always prevails with cheerful zest
It is by God’s grace, rich and free.

Beyond doubts of survival plea 
Despite challenging trial test
I’m propped by Christ to Whom I

Teaching Practice

Teaching Practice has highs and lows.
Highs smell like such strong aroma,
Lows are odours bearing no woes.
No wonder it’s no diploma.

Experience has its own drama.
Highs were blissful chapters of prose.
Lows led me to a fake coma.
Teaching Practice has highs and lows.

Received drawings of a pink rose,
Sang songs for kids’ panorama,
Obviously, the line would unclose.
Highs smell like

Theres Always a Call

There’s Always A Call


There’s always a call to dream more,
No hindrance for another goal;
We do not know what is in store,
Our fate will continue to roll.

As long as we have a good soul,
God pours His blessings to the core;
Just always pray for strengths and all,
It’s never too late to dream more.

It’s always nice to fly

Floating Above Waves

Floating above waves wept his child
Her arms flailing to sustain life
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife

Frenzied escape from plunged nonlife
On that makeshift vessel they piled
Giving up home, life for a life 
Floating above waves wept his child

Seeking a land of peace, beguiled
He sought hope for daughter and wife
“Your house, safe passage,”

Neon Blind

In streets adorned with neon lights,
We're sold a dream of grand delights,
But beware, for what glitters gold,
May only serve to leave us cold.

The market's claws can gouge and bite,
While we succumb to its great might,
We trade our souls for cheap applause,
And become slaves to want and flaws.

Amidst the aisles and billboards bright,
Our hearts and minds

The Sister I Know Is Close

Dear you write your note to your beat
For who cares how you right your boat
You do stand on your own two feet
So I pass my views from my throat

How you carry your weight and tote
So be that it's a one-way street
It's your shading, hue, and dark coat
It's the storm you weather and greet

Sorry you're not

Forever Joyful

Forever joyful in your eyes,
fervent refuge of sandalwood,
dazzling dreams-fullness mystic nights,
joined encounters so understood.

Love tenderly seeping deep, you'd
awe-engender romantic guise,
ethereal doorstep you stood
Forever joyful in your eyes.

You looked to the amazing skies
to encounter how long one could
halt the divine sites and arise
fervent refuge of sandalwood.

Euphoria with a touch, would
linger a hum woo nourish highs.
Fierce yearning

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