Nature goes on living with the ... neglects,
sprung the lands that I would say, Namaste,
stretched from lands that were Siam to Malay,
Golden Shower Tree spreads out its respects.
Stately endurance breadth branches outward,
it's somewhat outstanding ornamental,
from the tropics to the subtropical,
nicknamed the pudding piped purging showered.
Early part of the year sprays will flower,
and carpenter bees are pollinators.
People eat flowers, livestock leaf-eaters,
green leaves that yellow flowers will cover.
Medicinal and herbal properties,
Opulent indulgence amenities.
Careful Ling Phong Dam from old Siam
Used the latest latex diaphragm
It was ineffective,
Most likely defective
For the son of Ling Phong Dam, I am.
Written March 22, 2022
CHANT 10,000 TIMES
FOR WORLD PEACE
AND ENLIGHTENMENT:
OH BAI YAM,
OH BAI YAM,
OH BAI YAM.
WAH BAI YAM,
WAH BAI YAM,
WAH BAI YAM.
TA BAI YAM,
TA BAI YAM,
TA BAI YAM.
GOO SAI YAM,
GOO SAI YAM,
GOO SAI YAM.
GOO SAI YAM HATHA.
GOO SIAM SWAMI.
GOO SAI YAM YOGI.
OH WAH TA GOO SAI YAM.
NAMASTE.
AUM.
© 1967 SWAMI RAMALAMADINGDONG.
NOT TO BE CHANTED WITHOUT PERMISSION OF AUTHOR!
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PAYPAL AND THE BITCOIN TO BE ACCEPTABLE.
Blue eyed.
No!
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes!
Not from the U.S.
No
Not from Canada.
Or England.
I did not say they were, did I?
Where are they from?
Siam.
Siam! Where is Siam?
I think it’s a planet with cats that have blue eyes.
Maybe under the sea or in the sky or something.
They call themselves Siamese cats.
I never!
Neither had I.
You stir it one way and they the other,
but the mixture stays just as hot
You attack their motives and they attack yours,
while the contents boil and rot
“It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts,
“Your mind’s faulty with avarice and greed”
The pot has simmered; the broth is thick,
and its bottom not easy to see
A mutual exclusion, first left then right
a feast—all soul’s consumed
With spoon or fork, its offering slick
when the bowls come out at noon
In single file, day turns to night
pointed talk with nothing said
Both cupboard’s bare, two rat’s within
guarding their last crust of bread
When the final story is written and told
of what in concert you destroyed
A drum will beat, zero-sum complete
leaving you soulless—but still conjoined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
After taking a new poll in southern Siam
She locked the papers in a vault, tight as a clam
When they asked her why
She said with a sigh,
"Because a poll vaulter is what I am!"
I once knew a cat from Siam
Who was the wife of the cat "Sam I Am"
I found me her daughter
On a raft in the water
But I lost her
When she fell over the dam
~All About Flowers~
(A Name acrostic poem)
African Violet
Bamboo Orchid
Cape primrose
Daisies
English Lavander
Forget-me-nots
Garden Mums
Hollyhock
Impatiens
Jewelweed
Kalanchoe
Lenten rose, Hellebore
Mediterranean Pink Heather
Naranjilla
Orchids
Pansies
Roses
Siam tulips
Tulips
Virginia bluebells
White evening primrose
Yellow ironweed, Wingstem
Zinnias
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.15.2015
Get that firm grip
Get a firm grippe
or off the planet you'lle slippe
Then you’ll find you have
Lots of space
Like a giddy Giraffe
Don’t sit there an laugh
The airs getting thin
In this place
So:
Where do we come from where do we go?
The spirit does fly with our alter ego
The death rattle kick
An you’re out like a chick
Eggshell just falling away
In freedom you flick
To go anywhere quick
As random as any thoughts say
Ah well Dr Ram
sometimes it flows from "I am "
the fat controlller
a pulling the strings
return yet again
perhaps in Siam
soul body
to learn many things
Don Johnson...is it a couplet?
Introducing our own Dr Ram
Though he be not from Thailand Siam
Creation made him then broke the mold
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold
The man Ram’s contests quite a pleasure
Poems provides own little treasure
Gent of class from India I’m told
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold
Willingly a heart ask how and when
Listen to his advice then you win
Never has he caused one heart to fold
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold
He’s contented with his earthy lot
Settled back in his favorite spot
Affluent in talent and he’s bold
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold
He says all my dues have all been paid
At peace I’ll watch my own sunset fade
Seventy plus, why break a good mold
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold
For Joe Maverick and Contest: Better Than Gold
There is a port never too far away.
It’s called Pattaya; it’s where all wearied pirates stay.
Your id is your guide.
So don’t be shy.
Two girls for every guy?
Heck, I’d say three with one on the side.
With beautiful beaches and even more beautiful girls
A pirate never grows too old, but more of a pirate he becomes.
There isn’t a Santa Clause . . . but there is a Pattaya.
Where every bar is your home,
And every day is your friend.
Never a coat and never a fear is found here,
But beware of ladyboys, gold diggers, and skunky beer.
Beat your chest and let out an, “Arrg”
For there are still places where a man can be free.
Let serotonin fill your days and Midori your nights,
When you stay in old Siam.
Be that wild man,
Because in Pattaya you can
I woke up to turpentine breath in the air
brushes vermilion and cobalt blue
rinsed out from the art they transferred for you.
I snuck to the palette left unattended
and couldn’t help touch the drying oils
forming skins until I got to them
fingers stained burnt sienna.
These were just residues of last night's greatness.
The portrait of twins from Siam on the table
alive on the easel as clear and as real
as the brush strokes you made with your hand.
You blew with the breath of a genius deliberate
and slept on our living-room couch 'till they faded
those flashes of novels and orchestral pieces
run like the blood through your heart.
The hours I stood at your hip while you painted
canvas alive with the newest creation
eyes heavy, stealing the sleep I was needing
and then sweet bed, sweet bed...
I woke up to turpentine breath in the air
brushes stand clean at attention and wait
for the moment the artist in you decided
it was time to breathe life and to paint, and to paint...