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the stone pulpit

The Stone Pulpit

Norway has many fjords and dramatic mountains
The water in the fjord is deep blue and clear as 
a baby's tears that mirror a part of a mountainside
where a big rock has a flat top, attracting tourists
because it looks like a pulpit
Many visitors enjoy the thrill of sitting on the edge 
of the pulpit, and deep

Stone Idol Worship

Stone Idol Worship 

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She gives me heavy stones to carry,
and from the other cliff,
she calls for me to hurry across
a swaying old rope bridge.

"I've shrines to build and pujas to sing
to my dearest Hindu dieties,
flowers, and hotras, pleasing spices to offer
before the daylight ends."

And as she calls the wind blows hard
through

Deep in my Head

On clumsy day of morning fogg
I woke up to reality
To check my beloved sanity
A stone became the chosen one
It was picked for his services
A hard son of soft rock, 
A tough block, a rough block, indeed
Destiny knows his path
Growling wind observed the scenario
First flight took Mr. Stone to few feets
The desire was to Re-release
It left

On the Cutting Stone

Some days I fly like an eagle,
some days I waddle like a duck—
today I’m fried chicken
crispy, cold, out of luck.
 
Some days I run with wild horses,
some days I hunt with the wolfpack—
today I’m a belly-up snake
on asphalt cracked and black.
 
Oh, how I swam with dolphins,
struck like white sharks through foam—
today I’m gutted salmon,
smoked

The Rock: That Rolls Away the Stone

The Rock that rolls away the stone
Knows His very own
Crushed the head with His heel bone
Goes to prepare a mansion in His home

The Rock that rolls away the stone
Different from Rock n Roll and those 
               who get stoned
His Word is

I had that stone

I was looking at a dying man who was asking me for a stone I had in my pocket. He wanted it to survive, but he was a sinner—because a book said he made fun of people and abused them. I watched him grow pale and wondered: should I help him because of his situation,

The Stone in the River

They said, “You’ll never change the stream,
Your plans are just a restless dream.”
But stones don’t fear the water’s voice -
they stand, they hold, they make the choice
to shape the flow, not drift away.

Around me, currents laughed and spun,
the gifted boats sailed in the sun.
Yet in the deep, I learned to stay,
to read the tides, to

May my heart remain silent, like a stone in a river

May my heart remain silent, like a stone in a river,
No longer beating in rhythm with your memory, no longer feeling
Neither longing, nor love, nor time passing over
The shadows that stretch, long and cold, over
The past that secretly envelops me, like a veil
Of mist under which the soul gets lost, deepening
In the melancholy of an

Stone or Air

Old friend, so comfortable in your chair
     (steadfast and anchored, safe in your harbor,
     hear me before deciding I am daft. 
     I fear I am no longer of this earth, 
     having become unmoored in time and space.

Stone

Stone

Millions of years. Billions. Witness. Witnesses
A stone. Solitude. The river. Life. Sad this love

Stone. Loved. Needed. Felt. Damaged stone
Waited for a woman. A dried cracked stone.

Walk. Let it be home. Lifestyle. Illusion of love
Find. I need. Sit. Just. Down. Bench. A stone.

My life
Loved
A woman

Stone
Her
Love

Stone Cold and Heartbroken

In the quiet of my lonely room,  
Your laughter echoes, a distant tune,  
Time zones stretch, and miles divide,  
A love once close now feels like a sigh.  

Letters linger, words on the screen,  
Each message a hope, a flicker unseen,  
Days turn to shadows, weeks follow fast, 

A Rolling Stone contest poem

A Rolling Stone

She’s weird as a broom stick, that witchy woman
That crazy, shonky, HONKY TONK WOMAN 
On Monday she’s ANGIE, RUBY TUESDAY
Wednesday and Fridays it’s Glorious Rose.
What’s in a name? She sweetly asks me
I smell as good - why not change yours?
Ye Gods, What TUMBLING DICE did you roll?
What Shonky Tonk woman sent you me?
Its

Stone Walls

It is a dawn, my love did call
as misty rain on fields did fall
l wept for thee, they didn't see
it wasn't meant to be

it is a night, the light burnt bright
but shadows , on walls , did write
l sang my love, across hills above
to echo's,  of my,  true love

It is the morn, l

Antiquity

If we'd lived in olden days
days of yore
the golden days
and I were a troubadour
I'd serenade you with my lute
unless I had a flute to toot
or go more than the extra mile
and sing a song to make you smile
not with the end of a lance
would I beg my lady's favour
but gallantly request a dance
mayhaps a carol

David And Goliath

David was advised by his kin
the sling's the thing
if you want to win
tho' small as he was
without fear
he did let fly
and rocked Goliath's world
right between the eyes
before he had time
to come near
or even throw his spear
alone from afar David did fling
and with a single stone's throw
he let go one shot to the head
and brought the

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