Spring sat patiently on a park swing waiting for her time
It was autumn now, and she knew winter would be sublime
people would be amazed with winter’s blue tinted snow
After that, her wait would not have so far to go
I watch the sheer steps
Spiralling down to dreams
The rest towering above-
Just out of reach
But here the carpet is soft
Soft as a memory and I can see
Stars flicker between the banisters
Glimmering explosions punctured
By dropping eyelids
Aching limbs are left to rest
Comforted in how far they’ve come
And how far they’ve still
Got left to climb
Soul remembers!
As softens o'er
Your face, girl, your favour of
Looks awed pious.
'Heaven is real
With beauty near'.
Your meaning. If not mine now.
Eying back thus!
Self-existent consciousness, substratum of existence
May, if you will, be taken to be God’s heart beat
Thus between objects there is no distance
Core of our being is always bliss replete
Which we search and strive for yet know not
Lost in thought spirals, we feel not magnetic heat
Sensing we’re spirit not form, here to be self-taught
In time stretched silence, ego cravings recede
We then pulsate as bliss free from thought
Plugging energy leak, we no longer bleed ~
Treading gently on earth, living simply as of need
I was so high I don't recall being high
I sat in the basement waiting to come down
I hung with a friend, hung with, who was that boy
We waited in the bar while he waited for the bus
I called my gran, my safeguard, she knew something was up
Something is wrong, something isnae quite right
I found out later she'd been dead since 1987
I was so high I crossed paths with myself
And couldnae tell which one to take back
Some say it was mushrooms, some say it was acid
Blu juice or lettuce were the other options
I lost a week there and then it was Saturday
Had no idea who to call or how to get home
There was no gran of course now there was no bus
Spent twilight in the car park trying to come down
Rehydrated but the water just made it all grow again
The gong Om encompasses existence,
which we may call God’s first emanation,
melding with which there remains no distance,
since all that is, is in this vibration,
encompassing His entire creation.
When we are graced by Divine Mother’s kiss,
in stillness we recognise we’re all this,
meaning whatever is contained in space,
that as an eternal flame, drenched with bliss,
boundaries blur; we see God face to face.
As I sat and watched the sun this morning, rise
It made me realize
There were children waving "Bye"
To the blue birds in the sky
When I sat and watched the sun this morning, rise
The blue birds flapped their wings
And the children on their swings
It made me realize
That children are having fun
And blue birds fly in the sun
"When I sat and watched the sun this morning, rise"
As I watched the sun this afternoon
I thought the night would be here soon
It made me realize
That when that sunlight dies
I'll sit and watch this evening's moon, rise
I sat and watched this evening's moon, rise
It made me realize
There were stars out in the skies
I could hear the angels sing
And I thought...what else this night might bring?
"While I sit and watch this evening's moon, rise"
Two little birds sat in a tree
Their feathers held bits and pieces of old memories
One was young and full of energy
But the other one reminded you of me
She had tired eyes and battle scars
A little smile masking a broken heart
But her spirit was free
So she still reminded you of me
She was young, but she felt old
She was young, but she felt done many lifetimes ago
She was pretty, but she had to be
Does she still remind you of me?
The other one reminds me of you
Because he didn’t know what she was going through
Note: Tortoises are land-dwelling while turtles are aquatic
She sat on the back of a turtle
then said
" Go Go Go !"
While he
on stumpy feet
trumbled
and humphed
"you are mighty hefty !"
he configured.
She guided him to the water
then said
"Go Go Go"
I know
you want to
what is stopping you?
"You've mistaken me
for a tortoise little girl ! "
She turns around and
leads him to land,
and together they sit
in the sand...
I sat to write of subtle things
The sun, the gentle warm it brings
To melt the ice on dormant springs
Awakening the bug that stings
Then came thoughts a bit more harsh
Large snapping turtles in the marsh
Bug-eyed pike with teeth so sharp
Chasing dragonflies at dark
A soothing hum that fills the air
Just letting us know that they’re there
Residing between leaf and lair
A season’s worth of life to share
Thus, do the woods kindly enfold
The dreams of lovers young and old
Stories hidden, stories told
Of moonlit kisses ne’er grown cold
We sat and talked all through the night
Your heart and mind in a confusing fight
Heart says you love him, your mind says why
Your heart says hard to explain so please just try
Heart says his eyes say a lot, he has emotional layers
Mind says wake up, smell the coffee, he’s just a player
Heart says but I love him, I can’t let him go
Mind says he’s a player and time will show
We sat and we talked, you became sad
Confusion swept over you, you should be mad
He came back after silence for 6 long weeks
The confusion is what does he seek
We sat and we talked, and you asked why
Then you sat there and began to cry
I shed a tear with you tonight
Your Pain is my pain, I can’t make this right
I am sat in my ways
And I write
Lots of poetry every single day
Because I am a poet
And it was God that gave me this gift
I am using that gift
That God gave to me
Every day
None of my poems have the
Same feelings
All my poems have
Different feelings
That comes straight from
My heart
I no longer write dark poetry
Because it is very depressing
My dark feelings
I throw out at my trash can
And I use my
Positive feelings
Poetry writing is
Therapy for me
I do it every single day
I never miss a day writing
My poems
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free
as I sat beneath an old willow tree.
Childhood memories inundated me
while watching my children running in play.
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
a cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.
Childhood memories inundated me
while watching my children running in play.
Low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.
I sat in nostalgia
By Phan Tan Hai
I sat, looking across the sky at flowers and leaves.
You walked quietly into the moonlight,
filling the sky with light,
and gently breathed into my soul.
I sat in front of a blank page,
waiting for you as if waiting for words to appear,
while nostalgia tilted the ink lines
that were always as melancholic as the days when you were growing up.
I sat, looked through the window,
and whispered to the rain drizzle outside,
waiting for you to return in the moonlight,
with tears glistening on your lips.
I sat, drawing on the page
a thousand-year-old love that has not yet faded,
where you, the teenage girl at the time,
ran after me at the ancient tribe of the long night.
I sat in the middle of the forest, howling
because I missed you like a fairy missed a dragon,
missed you with your smile from my past life,
and missed you like I miss the sounds of bronze drums.
I sat as sad as a stone statue
standing in the sky, dividing the sunlight in two,
as desolate as the laughter of shattered days
carried by the wind on the hillside.
2.5 cups of chickpeas
2 egg yolks
3 t of lime juice
4 tablespoons of garlic
1/2 onion
1/2 flaked fish
1/2 t of dried thyme
4 T shredded coconut
1 teaspoon of smoked paprika
4 T toasted sesame seeds
2 Tablespoons of flour
2 T cornstarch
deep fat fry in
a mixture of
olive oil and avocado oil.
2 T cayenne
4 tablespoons of powdered cream cheese
drain pea
ground in f. processer
add spices vegies and fish
pulse. add yolk lime juice
make sheres, refrigerate,
deep fry in olive oil and avocado oil.
mayo
relish
T sour cream
chives
1 T. cognac
dilute spirt with lemon juice.
and honey.
we boiled the country ribs
seasoned them when they were done
and BBQ'd them under a broiler with
a tangy BBQ sauce
steamed asparagus with
garlic lemon butter
Hazelnut and pound cake
cupcakes with marzipone topping and vanilla icecream dessert.
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