Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 259 – Next Steps

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“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.”

Confucius

Firstly, welcome back to your regular spot, Spidey! I appreciate you letting me take the reins last week, with the book launch, and all that. I hope you managed to have a great break!

And secondly, thank you for a truly apt quote, for this week.

It’s no secret that it took me FOREVER to get my book baby ready to fly, and I am fully aware that I am no Harper Lee… people won’t wait YEARS for the sequel… so I really need to get my skates on with the next book.

Especially since a good few readers of the book have already expressed an interest in finding out more about the characters in the story.

And, yes, I have at least two more stories planned, about the same cast of characters, and…

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The sea

johncoyote

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The perfect sea

The golden dust was upon us,

the warm day made the sea sweeter and more wonderful.

You released your sundress and swirl in a free-fall dance near the sea,

allowed the Pacific caress to cool your feet.

I was captivated by your beauty,

the vibrant colors of the ocean and your  hazel eyes.

I told you,

you are the sea and I am just the sand.

You give me a wicket smile,

come to me and

you whispered,

the sea and the sand must meet nightly by the 3 am tide.

Secret meetings of kind lovers,

create great storms and the sweetest lullabies to be written.

Please dance with me for the stars and the moon my lover.

Dancing Coyote

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Rekindle

Valorous Bird

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splash some cold water on face
need the senses to be awake

the engulfed dullness needs a rude slap
never ever fall for such depressing traps

pricey time will fade your passion
enough of your drama, time for action

suit up and rekindle your existence
nobody but you are responsible for your absence

let go to move on and rejoice in the presents beauty
admire your efforts by naming self ‘Cutie’

@ Kritika

This write up for me is a splash of cold water today. Igniting the hopeful fire to awaken the dwindling self confidence. A persons life is affected by many external factors which affect the internal working of the body. Unable to figure out the blankness of my mind this time. Hope today is the last day to this minds mysterious distraction.

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Implosions

Sarah Doughty

“I would sacrifice everything to see
your smile every minute
for the rest of my life.”

The moment our eyes met, I was lost. The colors in your eyes felt like swimming in a Technicolor kaleidoscope. It was a flood of glittering, sunlit seas in the mid-winter Atlantic. It was spellbinding. And I never wanted to look away. But when I saw that smile spread across your lips, it felt like my world imploded. I would sacrifice everything to see that smile every minute for the rest of our lives.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

It would be worth it
to stay lost at sea forever.

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Time Doesn’t Matter – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.”  Victor Hugo

Time Doesn’t Matter

Have you noticed how time doesn’t matter,
which is a truism in itself,
but not if you were hoping for
something better,
that a friendship might have meant more
by its investment of love and time
than a childish rebuttal,
a gainsay,
that bellwether of pettiness
given safe harbour in a corner
of the heart that
one day, it might sail forth
in a leaking untruth
and founder against integrity,
no, time doesn’t matter
when decades are dashed
and all that went before
sinks as if nothing had
ever existed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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”There exists, for everyone, a sentence… that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists… that could heal you. If you’re lucky you will get…”

Art of Quotation

There exists, for everyone, a sentence – a series of words – that has the power to destroy you.

Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you’re lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.

Philip K. Dick


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The heartstrings…

johncoyote

The heartstrings

She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses
with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.
He knew she was playing him like a violin. Her gentle and sweet voice create music for his heart. She caressed the heartstrings skillfully making years of disappointment to fade away.

She whispered today we will love like our first day, last night to know love.
Allow the tender embraces of comfort to  become yearning, to expand to the freedom
of heart and mind to run wild.

She disrobed and moved to the words of Leonard Cohen song “A thousand kisses deep.”
She whispered to the night. “I wanted to be a dancer, I wanted to be the Poet who whispered words of love to the lonely world.”  I watched her perfect body moving to the words of Cohen.

She came to me…

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a secret passed in dying ~

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trustme

I won’t wait
the evening brush
of clarinet to fiddle –
I won’t deny your leaving
for some other
grace undone

they say
for one
another waits
beyond the rest –
a sweeter sun

yet I have yet to understand
how deep the burn ignites

through it all
a whispered sigh
was a secret passed in dying
dare I wait the coming back –
for the sweet embrace
of light

here –
and I
some other day
will recall the truth
this life betrayed
ten thousand loves –
as trade for one

ten thousand breaths
in flight

. . .

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