| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/6/2007 6:35:23 PM | The idea of this thread is to write a letter, poem or even a sentence to the "The Agency of Special Hoping" to let the universe know what (or who) it is you really want in your life.
After you've posted, visualize that what you asked for is already yours. If you TRULY believe, the law of attraction (now known as The Agency of Special Hoping) may just bring happiness right to your front door. (It worked for me!)
ps: The thread title is actually a line from one of BM's beautiful poems. Thanks for letting me borrow it BM.  | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/6/2007 7:38:06 PM | Okay...I'll get it started. This is what I asked The Agency Of Special Hoping for 4 months ago and... I got it (him). The words were borrowed from a favourite movie but, they echoed exactly what I wanted.
I will have poetry in my life
and adventure and love.
Love above all.
Not the artful postures of love but,
love that overthrows life.
Unbiddable, ungovernable,
like a riot in the heart and
nothing to be done about it come ruin or rapture.
What do you want? | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/6/2007 9:40:24 PM | I'm hoping that someone very dear to me
could learn to express a romantic passionate love
with little surprises and special outings
that he would stop getting so caught up in
the down side of life and start making life
more exciting
I am not asking for the sun the moon and the stars
just someone to be happy and content with life
and share that with me. | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/6/2007 9:58:23 PM | please send me an accountant (from the Agency)
with boobs ( small are fine )
who will bend over the desk and whisper
" now, let's get caught up, shall we?" | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/6/2007 10:10:33 PM | Mystic and Muse he travels
And unravels time.
There has never been any doubt
About the real things.
He brings all upon himself
And leaves no doubt
About his responsibility
Taken.
Shaken a bit by life sometimes,
He knows how to unwind
The tantric way
And the dawn of day
Is worth waiting up all night for.
He knows how to cherish, and be cherished in return
And he will always learn
The hard way.
Every day is an adventure, a lark
And the spark is so hot it steams.
He has his own dreams and doesn’t need to share mine
He’s confidant enough to know he’s just fine
As he is.
He holds his own balls
And never falls for a scam
And damn
He is hot.
He trusts his own heart reflex
And protects himself with wisdom
And grace.
He has the nicest face.
Animals really like him because they know
And are not afraid to show how they feel.
To him it’s a big deal, birthdays and Beltane’s
And he never refrains from telling his thoughts
And there are lots, of random ones.
Like lost poetry lines that I borrow from time to time
Spinning them into songs
That he puts to music that belongs
To both of us. | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/7/2007 7:10:52 AM | I love the implied determination of "I will have" in your poem and the idea of this thread in general.
With apologies for departing from the romantic wishes thus far exptressed:
What I would like
is for just one
of those who was murdered
in the Holocaust
to be brought back to life.
Any old one.
Doesn’t have to be a saint,
a poet or a would-be
physician. Let it be
something of a rascal,
a man or woman
or child of dubious morals,
low-average intelligence...
Or, failing that,
revive one of the murderers
and let me put him to death
again
and again
and again... | |
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Posted: 5/7/2007 7:52:21 AM | .
One simple word....
"Peace."
The peace of a love
that carries me on angel's wings...
The peace of forgiveness
that forgets all the heartaches
that have gone before....
The peace of companionship
that surrounds and comforts....
Peace of mind...
Peace of heart...
Just peace....
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/7/2007 8:17:57 AM | Welcome everyone! The Agency of Special Hoping is listening!
AF...get ready...it's coming
Om...LOL...I think I hear someone knocking at the wood shed door.
Ravin...a song of love echoing thru the universe...ah!
Alyosha...thanks. Your poem was thought provoking. It' s good to remember.
Cdnr...Namaste! | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/10/2007 8:35:21 PM | This probably doesn't fit here but....
My Current Education
Here in the maze, in the mist
My eyes are returning
Barely have I begun to see
Over the hedges, through the fog
The hedges so high,
Once I could negotiate
Navigate around them
Sometimes
Step clean over
But….I was so much taller then
I’m shorter than that now… | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/10/2007 9:11:34 PM | inner and outer balance
whirling inside thoughts
spinning gravitational pull
earth in chaos crying out
people consuming and refusing
to live and try going without
while others starve
what happened to the ideal
dawning of the age of aquarius?!
striving always
for understanding
whether of mine or others
tolerance and readjusting
of maligned intentions
spurred by namaste
seen in faces far away
reading and twisting lines
sighing in the sun
and in the blackest of nights
return to some semblance
sorting sanity and rationality
global warming warnings
threats and guns everywhere
hell yeah i admit i'm shopping
never wanted one before
but betcher ass i'm gettin one
uk's prime minister resigns
buck fush
(n yeah i meant buck fush)
as he picks and ponders
which crisp red clown nose
to pick to wear today
thinking a new tactic
might convince someone
somewhere he won't lead astray
yes my tinfoil hat
fits me perfectly
gleaning where to step
inherently knowing
as well where not to, too
brings memories of
desmond tu tu
biko and captain kangaroo
cigarettes to perfume
sing it baby lulu
i'm right there
with ya baby
gifts from our rain forests
i read in dismay of those too
being ravaged for consumption
all in the name of medical science
as i scowl at my own reflection
one of my own tattoos now confuses me
having to explain i'm not into idolatry
reminding me of monotony
or monopoly; take your pick
i prefer chess and guinness
please while i lick your knees
the mess of how to lessen
my own carbon footprint
yet still manage to
selfishly anoint myself
in favored oils and
lacquer for my toesies
yes i'm a selfish greedy one
pining for all i want
all that we've lost
all that we have yet
to say we've begun
small children beaten
and abused tossed and used
old folks forgotten and
hidden away as are
the feral multiplying cats
and biting dogs attacked
placed now in cages
while tyson roams freely
after having bitten
ivander's ear
making me jump off the couch
yelling at the tv
yeah so i'm silly
i still own my dearest dreams
damn balance anyway
for causing me dismay
fru fru fru stra tion
like soft cell sang
why the hell can't i
balance for all
that i keep finding
myself for striving?!
yup, mine's gotta be
inner and outer balance | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 5/16/2007 12:27:15 AM | BM...I happen to know you stand about 7'4" and can leap tall buildings in a single bound!
SE...thanks so much for posting here. You are right...we need balance. | |
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Posted: 6/4/2007 11:11:49 AM | Yoko:
I just now found this lovely thread...so many threads, so little time. I would like to add a little epistle of my own. Perhaps the hoping is in not actually doing this. I hope this fits, sorta.
LW
I Will Never Again Teach What I Hold Close
"I will never again
teach what I hold close"
I said
the sun still moved
kindly across a
spring sky
"I will lecture on the
ordinals, the archaic,
the organized meter"
a whiporwhill fettered
to a shadowy
dream
" I will turn my face
from truth, authenticity,
the real work"
a chalice broken
by laughter and apathy
by the pro fane | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/4/2007 12:58:40 PM | LW…I love your work and…The Agency listens especially closely when the request comes from a heart as sincere as yours. 
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To The Agency
First, thanks for the gifts you have already sent!
Now,
I want to live
Happily ever after
With my truest love
Here by my side
Soon
To conspire, explore
Adore, taste, create
Touch
Without borders
For this I am eternally grateful
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/4/2007 1:23:45 PM | oh goodie I can add this here today
To the Agency of Special Hoping
As Promised Angel
I am sending Energy
Last night I sent you a dream
love in my inbox
let me know it reached you
today I send to you that part
of your soul that lives inside me
to rest as a cloud beneath your feet
giving energy back to you
taking away your tiredness
helping your steps to be featherlight
and a little extra special hope
she
gives you a nice back rub
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/4/2007 5:59:42 PM | If you must walk away from me, then do
Find the place you're free, and light, and true
Feel sun on face and light filtering through
Find stillness and certainty
Then come home.
♥ | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/4/2007 9:06:00 PM | Stitches
When you knit something
for a special friend, it's
like putting a note in a
glass green bottle
to someone far away.
Your thoughts are wound
in each stitch.
Stitch one, flowers are nice
stitch two, I love you
stitch three, I need you
And so on, until you reach
that last stitch, that
sends the bottle drifting
quietly through
the sea of your self. | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/4/2007 9:56:12 PM |
When you knit something
for a special friend, it's
like putting a note in a
glass green bottle
to someone far away.
Your thoughts are wound
in each stitch
LW...what a beautiful way to let someone know they are loved. Wish I knew how to knit.  | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/4/2007 11:59:03 PM | May I make a lovers prayer
For a friend?
She has loved him for so long
And it is beautifully strong
Within her.
I know he is right for her
I see it when they are together
Laughing
How much they suit
And yet
There can be no pursuit
In the honour of her way.
I make a lovers prayer
Today
That he choose bliss
And that she accept
All of this. | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/5/2007 10:30:37 AM | To whomever at the Agency:
Please don't allow anyone, or myself, to feed the bad dog inside of me.
It was full long ago. And it took so long to empty. Let it wither and die.
All I ask for is inner peace. Simple? Yet, the variables are complicated.
Love, is something that I already have.
But, could you put it in my hands?
And, no more of that one-sided kind.
I prefer, a meeting of the hearts and minds.
Inner peace, shared by two.
As one, through and through.
Never questioning, the pureness of what is and what will always be.
To whomever, that would be inner peace to me.
 just feed the good dog, please | |
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Posted: 6/5/2007 12:06:43 PM | RC...heads are bowed for your friend, she's lucky to have someone nice as you in her corner
BD.... they hear you | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 9:36:33 AM |  Yoko....lovely idea for a thread! Thanks
Eyes closed hard....seeing once again....
One whom can make me dream like a child...
float on clouds....dance in the rain!!!!!!!
Sing by the campfire....and howel at the moon
Heart that is strong yet pure and gentle
laughter abundent and foreverafter!!!!!!!!!
Smile like an angel , eyes of true sin!!!!!!!
Finding my angel of this I am true......
surely would make my heart feel brand new!!!!!!!!
  (geesh....I dont ask for much , huh?  ) | |
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| To The Agency Of Special Hoping
Posted: 6/9/2007 11:13:12 AM |
geesh....I dont ask for much , huh?
Nothing you don't deserve...The Agency is smiling! Don't forget to open the door when your special request arrives! | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 2:53:02 PM | today, i want knowledge
who am i, really
why am i here
what is my purpose
where am i going
today, i want serenity
to be ok with just being
to hold acceptance close
without having to struggle
maybe, even, with grace
today, i want freedom
from my own thoughts
from others’ expectations
to be where i need to be
to continue on my path | |
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| Nine Things
Posted: 6/9/2007 3:34:21 PM | Here's one I wrote special for Yoko and this thread:
Nine Things
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In a tree outside my window sits a bird plumaged in stained glass. He says he is an angel. The Agency of Special Hoping says they don’t know him. Therefore I conclude he is from the competition…The Bureau of Transcendent Desires. Either that or he is a con…a flim-flam bird.
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Someone must be thanked for the delicate descent of a voice. Like a child’s hand smoothly brushing long hair from a brow…away from the eyes…Indeed.
3
Her body beyond the furthest star…yet still she shelters…
A fisherman knows her name…in the sky…it was written in the sky…
4
The Riemann Hypothesis is solvable. Is it? I can’t decide. It’s worth a million dollars. God should solve it. God could probably use a million dollars. And then I could borrow a bunch of money from God. But I need a lot more than a million dollars because I need to bribe Canada. So maybe God could solve a lot more hard problems… I’m thinking that would be a good thing for God to do…
5
I am solvable. Many songs and movies make me cry.
6
I can go now…I really can. But I’d prefer to stay. My shoes are very clean…more clean than the Pope’s.
7
I went to church. A mother had a babe in arms. Suddenly the baby stood up in the pew and prophesized …” All ye hands of war shall be cut off…all ye black houses shall burn…” . Then the baby threw up. The mother was very embarrassed and everyone stared at her. I winked at the baby prophet and gave him ye old thumbs up.
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After church I went outside and I saw two dogs. They were a boy & girl dog…lover dogs. Somehow I knew that their master had given them stupid names. As is often the case with the poorly named…I received telepathic communication from the dogs asking for better names. I named the girl dog “Supreme Priestess Of The Ones Deliriously Rolled In The Sweet High Stink And Putrid Essence Of Dead Things” and I named the boy dog “Machine of Transfinite Destruction”*. As you can see I am gifted in the naming department. Perhaps you would like me to rename your child?
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I think Camus was only half-right but…very very half-right.
• The name “Machine Of Transfinite Destruction” was inspired by Yoko’s little Westie Mac. But only partially inspired because as we all know Mac is not a stupid dog name (Okay Bebe?)…still the name “Machine Of Transfinite Destruction” may in fact be slightly more appropriate for the darling little Mac who incessantly but with great diligence goes about his business of decapitating the neighborhood bunnies as if he were the reincarnated spirit of Jeffrey Dahmer.
• I’m quite serious about the offer for naming (in the case of the expectant) or renaming your child if you are interested. My naming talents derive genetically from my parents. After all they named me Black Mary didn’t they? Just to give you a little taste of what we have here in the hopper you might try kicking around…say “Little Plague Of Infinite Worry” which works for children of either sex or you could try one of my father’s personal favorites…”He Who Air-Conditions The Entire Fuc*king State Of Florida” which would go nicely for a son. If you live up north in colder weather you can just adjust appropriately to say “He Who Heats The Whole Fuc*king World”. But I have so many others…”Bestower of The Gray Hairs” and “Teenage Car Wrecker” come to mind… | |
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