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Sharing

Sharing.

Sharing buried fantasies

We eagerly find

Trialling our ecstasy   

Freeing our minds

Sharing passion true

Colours our lives

Expanding our view

Excitement thrives

Whatever we can imagine

Will become our feast

Adding allure and attraction

To that ravening beast.

Sensible Advice Women Taught Me

I just loved this.

Wuji Seshat

You start dying slowly,

If you forget how to empathize

If you don’t practice compassion,

Don’t cherish friendship,

If you forget what gratitude is,

You start dying slowly when you kill

Your love of adventure, your wish for experience

Growth, authenticity, wide-eyed vulnerability

You start dying slowly when you forget your youth

How to play, let go, and celebrate

You start dying as you forget romance

Walking everyday the same path

Keeping to yourself, wearing the same thoughts

You die slowly if you forget to mediate, appreciate

Socialize, help others, feel passionate about others

Empower, mentor, support, idealize

If you don’t stand for something you believe in

If you do not go after a dream

Of living for something completely

How can you even say you have lived?

If you do not allow yourself room for failure

At least a million times in your lifetime

Don’t pretend you have lived…

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Be open to the moment

Be open to the moment ,See what there is to see

Look with the inner eye, cleared of lifes debris

See what is here, in stark reality, not through a lens ,distorted by your memories

You have learnt, a view of the world , that’s colouring, your new experiences

Be open to the moment, see what there is to see

Could there be a different way, for you to view this reality?

Open up the box of your learned beliefs, then pick them out

One by one, shine a torch, consider, is this valid, or does it make me doubt

Does this learnt behaviour ,actually make me fail

Can I reboot it, change my reactions let common sense prevail

Be open to the moment, see what there is to see

Looking at the same scenario, our experiences make it look different to you and me.

Be open to the moment, see what there is to see

Why can’t we really view, the stark reality

Subtle layers of truth and fiction obscure the total view

Why can’t I see inside your head to get a quick review

Be open to the moment, try to be open to me

Be open to the moment as I do the same for thee.

Allowing us to move closer,viewing more of what can be.

Sending my love

Softly blown wishes, like thistledown

Carried on wings over boundless ellipses

Fluttering and floating never tied down

Quietly hushed, as they blow overhead

Valiantly hoping, they reach the right town

Willing the wind will carry them safe

Over the miles and onto your face

Changing themselves into emotions and pictures

To set you on fire with love without hitches

As my desires swirl and brim

I want you totally bewitched

Suffused with love and caught on a whim.

Change the day

Attraction

New, love, raising,possibilities,visionary, trance

Lavish, Liasion

Nurture, Nourish

Pulsing, Passion

Releasing, Reason

Tantalising, Touch

Vanishing, Virtue

Romantic, lustrous, new, relationship,trust,victorious

Budding Pairing, Holding sharing

Caring Permanence, Long term dissonance

Sits in the lap of the God’s.

Oh Poetry

Poetry is the strangest beast, with various tools

Including different forms and different rules

Haiku, Tanka from the East

Syllable count, will never cease

Stanza,  sonnet, prose or rhyme choose from many new techniques

I admit to being addicted to rhyme

Straight prose to me feels like a crime

I joined a poetry society and gave it up

I seem to drink from a different cup

Too much aesthetic,  too much obscure, though the poetry maybe pure

Maybe I am simple, yes I definitely am

Need to get mind pictures, not take an exam

Poetry needs to speak to elicit a reaction

We all react to different stimuli, get our satisfaction

From high ascetic to hoi polloi something will grab us, gasp, laugh or cry

Poets try to paint, word pictures in the sky

Using words and concepts, as they try

To entertain, educate or maybe distain

The audience they hope to attract and entertain

Humour, concepts, truth and light poets try with all their might.

Your awesome poetry

I read your poetry with awe

Wanting to read ever more

It warms my heart and makes me think

Never sends me to the drink

Your laid back style

Makes me smile

Your words and thought

So carefully wrought

Can be very deep

Make connections leap

The rhythm and the tempos time

Pull one from line to line

The pictures painted sometimes stun

But that means William you have won.

Machine nightmare.

Crrunkkk, bang, rrrrrer, rooooooom,

Sounds assault my ears, vibrates the eardrums,

These threatening sounds from my kitchen come,

Oh wow a ravening  beast, or gremlin glum,

Should I investigate or panic and run?

Send the husband seems the best plan,

Me two steps behind, the dutiful wife’s stand,

The washing machine is groaning like a death rattle band,

Scooting across the floor , dancing, cavorting almost doing hand stands,

Husband grabs and hits the stop, half way through the cycle, happy not.

Scratch the head, what to do, take its temperature, pat it’s frame,

Try to restart, talk nicely,play it’s game,

Now it’s sulking refusing to spin, making whirring noises, to its shame,

Not quite dead, but not quite alive, it’s draining the water, easing the strain,

Damp English day, sopping wet sheets, oh what a pain!

Now the debate, repair or new, generates a family discussion or two,

The repairman arrives, nodding head, presses buttons does a review,

The drum goes round, no horrid noise, looking promising from his point of view,

Let’s do a test and fill if full, more than than that, a thorough overview,

Crrunk, bang, r rrrer, roooom.

Washer off ,to a new resting place,

Me not feeling full of grace,

Sopping washing by the ton, no where near enough drying space,

Order new, but have to wait, will take a few days to replace,

Go in the kitchen big empty space.

Crrunk, rrrrrer, bang,roooom,  I wake in fear,

Laying in bed I hear it clear,

A ghostly haunting very queer.

Cyber Princess

She lives in two worlds, that is the norm

Mind numbing reality and riding the storm

Being a drab, totally unappreciated, to sex goddess worshiped

The total high priestess

Life in the real world versus living on line

Broken down living to feeling sublime

Harried and criticised most of the time, then validated complimented

A pampered princess

Wanting real life to measure the dream

She hopes that white knight will make her his queen

Falling hard for a fantasy,  can she keep this as escapism, or is it destined to be

A heart numbing degress

Can she choose, is she in control

Is fantasy too seductive the real world too cold

What does she need to do, to achieve happiness

Maybe value herself, be her own success.