| food for thought....or notPage 43 of 46 (6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46) | once upon a time....
a vibration just beyond reach waves of the ocean on a cold winter beach lapping at winter boots on my feet as the wind whips past a frozen blast feeling a bit of an outcast...
solitary figure in the distance draws my gaze for there in the wind he plays with his friend a gorgeous and fearless huge alsatian a wolf it appears but as i draw near he runs to me oh no....i fear...
it's happening again from when i was so young a sheepdog ran to me while i was riding my bike.... next thing i remember i was on the ground a hole in my leg no reason ever found....
then another vision so clear in precision comes to me in that split second... another alsatian in england chased me growling...so scary and that sad chained red setter would bark at me often walking past him...
so here, with this dog running near trying to get to me is clear but i mustn't run especially with the wind i'll never run faster than him....
then i hear his owner calling him so i stand firm ready to see if this dog was truly scary or just being friendly...
and as he drew near he started to melt my fear wagging his tail excitedly... he ran around me first smiling all the while then stopped and very slowly approached me...
my outstretched hand was shaking as he ever so gently nuzzled me letting me feel his thick winter coat letting me see no longer would my fear of big dogs bind me no longer would it blind me really he helped me be free finally | |
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| food for thought....or not Posted: 4/27/2013 9:14:31 AM | ^^thank you so much. i think it is the same when whatever/whoever we love who loves us passes without warning.
time has a funny way of disappearing then reappearing again sometimes running by so fast sometimes so slowly the moment seems to last forever until something else brings us back to another moment in time...
no wonder we think it is real | |
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| food for thought....or not Posted: 5/2/2013 8:29:32 PM | time doesn't pass for me until I meet a friend with a child babies grow I have none
lost one husband 4 cats my mother cousin
the circle grows smaller I cryed hardest for the cat heart is broken she was my best friend/child | |
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| food for thought....or not Posted: 5/9/2013 9:17:49 AM | ^ thank you for sharing this here
we grow in love strands of thread weave within our hearts touching cords with our ancient soul re-membering them from long ago when we were all together when we all could remember who we are | |
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| food for thought....or not Posted: 7/9/2013 4:58:46 AM | bringing this one home, just written...
Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W) Posted: 7/9/2013 7 36 AM
our time together was not a waste don't have to believe it was a mistake if all our living is lessons for being my greatest teacher you seem to have been....
making me see what's inside of me you showed me a perfect reflection just because we parted company does not mean we lacked perception....
just because love flowed in our blood through a series of twists and turns does not mean we have to burn wiping out all that we learned...
yes, you were a great teacher for me i can see that really quite clearly gone twenty-two years, so much laughter and tears i say thank you most sincerely | |
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| food for thought....or not Posted: 8/15/2013 9:00:14 AM | in order to be happy-go-lucky or caught in negativity it seems to me that possibly it's like a light-switch in the mind sometimes caught in that old familiar line like a movie that's running all the time....
but if we can remember to see each moment is filled with originality each place a chance to feel the grace with all that share this awakening face of humanity....
then maybe we can remember how to be and who we be really | |
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| food for thought....or not Posted: 9/30/2013 5:25:16 PM | 9.15.13
deep in the heart of nickerson state park...
sitting listening feeling young pine beckons soft blue-green needles brush my hand like a feather smells of earth prickles my upper lip soft and sharp gentle forgiving sounds of the forest gently lulling traffic in the distance moving, flowing, going somewhere sitting filling being heart-shaped stone catches my eye its cool softness fascinates my fingers the traffic flows while i stay here held in the softness of earth in the womb of my being daddy-long-leg comes to say hello touching my leg with her tendrils moves to explore my foot she is so soft and gentle i thank her i am still i am quiet i am empty and full beautiful pine dances lightly in the breeze yurt rises like a pyramid her dome an eye to the sky | |
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| food for thought....or not Posted: 10/13/2014 7:50:17 PM | to write a poetic plight or just be still, sitting tight, to see the darkness of night light up by a shrinking moon streaks of eerie white hit the room a nursery for two sleeping bodies whiskers twitching while they dream unaware that in the dark moonbeam coyotes are on the prowl not for fish or fowl but a feline delicacy it's in their ancestry and all of their destiny that one feeds the belly of the other | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 9/25/2016 11:29:10 PM | Been awhile since walking these shores Like entering the kingdom of old book stores Like peering inside life's imagery Sometimes it took over completely Was it wisdom or ego That kept me writing so Am I attached now Or could I let go Of these pages of me? Are they part of my recovery Of my spirituality Or maybe Far more simply A gift from Me to me. | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 1/18/2017 6:07:28 AM | sometimes words flow to what you know then that clear voice rises within speaking with true compassion "everything is a reflection of (y)our divine imagination." | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 3/27/2017 2:12:13 AM | Soon to leave To take my daddy To get his prosthetic eye Been quite a time of recovery My parents and I They went on a trip The last on their bucket list To see the great Machu Pichu And up the Panama Canal But when they returned I was horrified to learn They were rushed to hospital Both on the brink of survival My mum had bloods clots form And her digestive track was bleeding While her kidneys were needing Emergency care My dad had contracted An eye infection there That threw his glaucoma into disarray So was in ICU for five days When they finally had no choice But remove the part of his eye destroyed Before it reached his brain Saving his life but little sight did remain A man with no sight is hard to refrain From falling and being a high safety risk But life has a way of creating these twists To help us learn what to resist And remember the key to our happiness Is not taking our lives or love for granted But treasure our days even when health falls away My mom came home after a month finally And together they're healing with doctors and me Giving them both the best care I can Taking each day as part of the plan To bring us three into harmony With health and peace the priority After all we are family So for me and my brothers Who live so far away We know our folks will not be here one day | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 3/28/2017 4:51:16 AM | Born the last of four A girl with three brothers Friends for each other To last a lifetime or two...
Each just over a year between Never treated like a queen Sometimes were quite mean Yet love always streamed through...
Takes no imagination Folks had strong attraction But weak communication when feeling frustration Passed down through us too...
All my life Feeling their strife Escaping to play as a young wife Moved far away to find truth...
Years later returned Still bridges to burn Karma will teach us to learn Each moment is brand new...
All finding now how to share a deeper way To balance work and play To ask for help each day With this ever changing view...
If sight or health is diminished Does not mean growth or life is finished Love really has no limits When hearts connect like glue | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 3/30/2017 6:32:45 AM | Think we're over the hurdle Think we made it through the gate Think sanity's returning Think it's not too late
Shared and cared the best I could Not sure daily where we stood Was it worth the endless days Losing sleep and waking haze
But now the battle's done Maybe time to have some fun Does it feel like we have won The sickness restriction
Yes says a voice It was always your choice To fight or not, it's all ya got I see you clearly just forgot
In all the commotion With children cross the ocean You let your energy run free Nothing left to be happy
Yet rewards came each day Seeing love grow a new way Needing to show it was not too late To make amends for all our mistakes
To take care of what once seemed lost To not despair when feeling cross Losing the plot when it changed course For all of us
I can't deny I had to try To find the love through angry eyes To bring it back to the top of the list To know in my soul this was my new bliss
And key to a deeper happiness
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/4/2017 3:47:56 AM | Hearing the dawn chorus begin Writing to the sound of rain Been up most of the night Feeling trouble in sight
This time not my parents plight Well not their health directly Had a shock and hit a rock financially And they really count on me
Nowhere else to turn This winter had to learn Nothing is for free Or lasts an eternity Especially family
When it comes to money Never really had any Used whatever I earned Growing debt when I returned To the land of the brave and home of the free
Knew it would happen one day I'd need a place to stay When I got older and could no longer work So I bought a tiny studio, then another was a perk
Borrowed all I could and then applied for more Was working all the time and still dirt poor Then this year it all backfired With needing to find rent One of them was vacant No tenant for a month
Then my parents got so sick From the aforementioned trip They returned and I had to learn How to take care of it
With second job declining Not from my reclining Now one tenant's struggling Without any warning
So I wonder should I sell Or trust it will still turn out well But my intuition is saying clear It is the right time of year To try and let go of one Make time for some fun
Pray the angels swoop in To lift this burden Trusting I will find peace of heart and mind Trusting my tenant will find his rent again Before the taxman wins
Think that's what happened to him Self employed gets a terrible bargain No breaks and have to pay through the nose If not for me he'd be out in the cold
But now I have to take care myself No one to bail me out We are all in the same boat Barely keeping afloat
If only there was a money elf Sitting on my shelf What's a girl to do When she's responsible For children and parents too
When did the weight get so great Is it not too late To get a break and hibernate At least for a day or two | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/5/2017 6:34:34 PM | Aww..thank you. Came back out of the blue Found a good escape to write Some of the recent stuff of life What we go through Can take a toll on you Yet faith also grew Felt love stretching No more neglecting The deeper truth | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/6/2017 2:43:10 AM | The deeper truth...
Woke from sleep Growing headache Been with me all day And into the night
But now my soul aches Put on a documentary Showing raw footage The holocaust atrocities
How can one prepare For what really happened there So much more torture Than I realized before
So many dead and barely alive Starving people Just skin over skeletons
How can one be ok When we treated humanity this way Human beings living And dying decay
It's happened before But not in this number Camps spread much further Than I remembered
Part of me has always cried All the cover up lies But nothing can hide The horror in dead eyes
Piles of the dead The beatings, the neglect How can anyone treat anybody With such utter disrespect
Designer problems That's what a counsellor once told me And I so agree Compared to this total inhumanity
Carolyn Myss tells us we're not to carry the dead In the branches of our tree Speaking of the tree of life But how can one not see
Piles of dead bodies Being bulldozed into graves We do carry the dead and the tortured living Through all our nights and days
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/8/2017 5:03:06 AM | That was such a heavy write Being up most of the night How can one be prepared And how did any survive Vacant eyes barely alive So many just stared Lost their mind All that time No one cared Prayed to go blind Prayed to end it all Still I ask how did we fall To treat each other this way Raw footage of camp to camp What they found on liberation day | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/8/2017 5:34:18 AM | 'We are one' I know it sounds Like a slogan A cute cliche' Rather new age But older than time And it is true What happens to me On some level Also happens to you For we are all energy Spiraling endlessly What we call humanity Every flower and every tree Every suckling baby Everything light And all that is dark Are just another part Of each other Sharing the story We create daily Of eternity | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/12/2017 4:31:33 AM | Taking time before work Escaping to write A poetic book Sun is shining Birds are singing Ringing in the new day A woodpecker on a tree Tapping endlessly While the birds keep talking Sharing the news it's really Spring Warming the hearts of everything Daffodils finally are opening Feeling brave to face the day No more snow so they can grow Bringing joy and peace this way Needed so much this year Easter soon is here Offering bunny cheer To all that is blossoming While Passover has appeared Calling in freedom For everyone | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/12/2017 5:10:44 PM | This morning Strange writing Rhythm off its mark Last minute line adding Not knowing when to stop Reminds me of a time long past Was similar struggle for artists When the piece was perfect They would keep painting Overdoing their part Messing up the art
Often it's best to lay things to rest Not let it become a test Of endurance Or chance But to dance In its elegance Without needing an ending Without finishing to completion Even sometimes to wipe with deletion
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/20/2017 6:03:06 AM | So many names None are the same Used like different masks Knowing names never last Yet they all are me Each an identity Though really I'm free Of what they call me
i.e. weare1, willow, d, lady d, dev, devorah, debra, mummy, nana d
inspired by a haiku written this morning - first line was not mine
Experienced soul Releases identity Revealing true self | |
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| food for thought...or not Posted: 4/20/2017 7:46:58 AM | Since returning this time, been writing so many lines. The addiction is quickly kicking in again.... So, gonna try and bring home the recent wave of 'first line, last lines' starting with March when I dived back in to this poetic fishbowl out of the blue. Many first lines were not mine, but wonderful stepping stones from the previous writer...
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 3/19/2017 4 41 PM....
My whole life has been committed to the cause Of rescuing people and cats, plus a few dogs Siamese were the ones my mom used to show And drag my brother and me all those years ago He would go round and draw for a small fee Those beautiful felines bred quite desperately To match the extremes the judges would choose To win the blue ribbons and receive rave reviews
It all came to a stop when we moved far away Made me a happy girl in a way that day For I could feel the strain on those poor cats To try and be good and not hiss and spat For a cat, big or small, is a cat all the way If you respect and love and each day with them play They will return to you a love that is true That will last long past their last breath is due
Posted: 3/21/2017 10 49 AM.....
I think that's better for my health To be in nature and not care about wealth To stay in the sun or shade when it's hot To find the place that feels like my spot Where my mind can relax and my body ease When a warm breeze blows through the tall trees...
Locust trees here that creak in the wind Grown with shallow roots so close to the ocean When there's a storm their trunks bend and twist Wake to a crash as they fall like sunken ships A tornado brings doom with these trees so weak But if you listen softly I swear they will speak...
Of their long history shielding the land Of the pilgrim ships and how they stand So graceful and high against the night sky Of the landing of herons and hawks as they fly Of their watching over all of us here Of their ever changing story year after year...
Posted: 3/26/2017 5 48 PM.....
By then it will be tomorrow's sunshine Wouldn't that be just divine But cold rain is what they're predicting Wishing for the warm season of Spring When bees buzz round everything blossoming Transplanting pollen with their feet and wings If only bees were not going extinct They are definitely on the brink...
Posted: 3/29/2017 5:35:55 AM...
For me it's a groove thing All my life so blessed with dancing And playing the piano or flute to bring A sense of detachment and peace with life A way to calm down and release any strife For my energy then is full of delight Don't know why, it just feels right When balance happens real fast Feeling my whole being relax
Posted: 3/29/2017 5 50 PM...
To share a secret recipe for mulled cider Just last month gave the idea to my father Lo and behold he's now quite the addict Totally gave up his hot tea habit
But tea's not so bad, one might say After all I drink it every day Wake up with my fave, always earl grey Left from my very long England stay
Like spelling that's also hard to undo Changed humour or colour by adding the u Some days my schizophrenia surely shows through A double life of two countries will do that to you
Posted: 3/29/2017 10:08:01 PM...
So their kids turn out how they want them to be Well, maybe in some fairy tail story But then Alice through the looking glass Seems to me she was a disobedient lass For her to not listen and then really fall Dreaming of talking cats, mean queens and all And what about those shrooms in that room Saying eat me and drink me and you'll grow gargantuan... So again did she listen to sense when she did Exactly what those notes said on their lid? All I can say is she was one very brave kid And hardly did what her parents wished Or so I imagine, but then I'm just a fish
Posted: 3/31/2017 3 47 PM...
Lilacs smell divine Not like turpentine So many lilacs appear After Spring each year If only Winter would abate So the flowers can create Their kind of heaven
I hope it's not too late Daffodils in their cocoons About to reveal themselves soon But the freezing rain is falling again So they won't open now for sure Even though it's nearly April Only the sun is their cure | |
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