Those were the days, my friend….

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Those were the days, my friend

A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds. She came to me and she hugged me hard and tightly.  I kissed her lips without a thoughts. Once we were great lovers and war/life stole us to new places.

She was embarrassed by the kiss and I apology  and she laughed. She kissed me back and she told me. “It is okay Johnnie. I am glad you haven’t forgot me. I do remember you. You and I had the best New Year eve before you left for the war in 1991. I am so glad, you did okay. I did pray for you to be safe and sound. You were my wild desperado who wanted to seek the Hemingway life and death.”

I brought her closer, remembering…

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The waltz…

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A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.

The waltz 

We were doing a waltz upon the beach.
 The waves were the orchestra and
 the wind was whispering a love song.

 I tossed her into a twirl and
 I brought her back to me.

 By the light of the moon.
 Two lovers danced the movement of freedom
 and celebrating being alive.

 We come back to the ocean after each journey.
 The ocean keeps our secrets.

The dancing waves are always waiting.

  She was as beautiful as when I first saw her
  and I held her like she was my last breath.

 Two shadows upon a naked beach.
Doing the dance of hope and freedom.

 The cold of winter is surrounding us.
We warm each other with laughter and dancing.

 Two friends, lovers  and travelers who come to…

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The wild and the tamed..

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A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Is is better to play dead or create fear?          

                  The wild and the tamed…

Some men don’t fear death.
They don’t believe in destiny or final solution.
Life is to be lived.

Cigarettes, whiskey and wine is their song.
The cold and lonely road had stole their heart.
Dead in heart and soul leave no pity or time for love or salvation.

Salvation is for the men yearning for peace in a world seeking
death and destruction. The tamed heart yearn for calm and peace.
Hard places to find in a life.

The wild side is easy. Woman want little from you.
Always places to find people on the dead-end road.
The taverns are filled with people who accepted less.

Some of us danced on the wild side and the tamed life.
I’m older and I have accepted…

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Memories From the Past…

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Mr. Darcy

Sometimes being in ones 70’s is a uniquely weird experience. I often wonder if strange things happen simply because I’m getting older, or if life in general is just really bizarre. Perhaps people notice things more clearly as they age.

Today it all started when I heard the sound of rain on the back window of my condo, and I rushed to check it out just to make sure there wasn’t a leak coming from the unit above me. My cat, Mr. Darcy was sitting on the dresser totally mesmerized by humongous droplets colliding against the glass.

And as the rain became increasingly louder, for some reason I started to recite, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” putting extra emphasis on “Water water everywhere nor any drop to drink”, all while Mr. Darcy rubbed his furry face in mine.

I then proceeded to tell him about Samuel Taylor…

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Memories From the Past…

Lesleykluchin

Mr. Darcy

Sometimes being in ones 70’s is a uniquely weird experience. I often wonder if strange things happen simply because I’m getting older, or if life in general is just really bizarre. Perhaps people notice things more clearly as they age.

Today it all started when I heard the sound of rain on the back window of my condo, and I rushed to check it out just to make sure there wasn’t a leak coming from the unit above me. My cat, Mr. Darcy was sitting on the dresser totally mesmerized by humongous droplets colliding against the glass.

And as the rain became increasingly louder, for some reason I started to recite, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” putting extra emphasis on “Water water everywhere nor any drop to drink”, all while Mr. Darcy rubbed his furry face in mine.

I then proceeded to tell him about Samuel Taylor…

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Hopeful Fire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.” Rumi

Hopeful Fire

Passers by as books unread, their pages unturned,
unnoticed icons in microcosms of suburban worlds
drifting typecast in local dramas of someone else's,
while I'm running erratically full of hopeful fire.

Unnoticed icons in microcosms of suburban worlds,
that vertiginous challenge of self-making ex nihilo,
while I'm running erratically full of hopeful fire
past the the vendors of pleasures and values.

That vertiginous challenge of self-making ex nihilo,
tearing up my mundane existence playing out
past the vendors of pleasures and values
who pedal their own sad delusions of fantasy.

Tearing up my mundane existence playing out,
drifting typecast in local dramas of someone else's 
who pedal their own sad delusions of fantasy,
passers by as books unread, their pages unturned.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Intuition

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Creeping around the edge
of your logical thoughts
lurked your intuition
that did not bother with rules.

poetry copyright neha 2021/ free image from pexels credit goes to original artist

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Relief!

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Embrace pooch,
He takes away worries...
Pulls you in a better place,
Where peace awaits you...
Fills you with positive energy,
That keeps Bad feels away.

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The Sleep Of Reason Breeds Monsters, and It Can Do That In The United States of America

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(Francisco Goya ~1799)

This image is one of Francisco Goya’s most well known and important. It has been debated if its meaning lies in the personal for Goya or on commentary on society. We can never be sure of what the artist intended.

It is possible, however, to see how when people abandon reason and analysis, that horror follows. Fascism arose in the 20th Century as people in Germany, Austria, and Italy primarily abandoned reason to follow the emotional cults of personality that would lead to the worst evil the world has ever known.

In the United States, which has a terrible history of bigotry, nationalism, and violence, driven by right wing forces that abandon reason and, using tactics of Hitler, such as blaming others through scapegoating and pull people to their worst impulses and the use of the big lie, in which an untruth is repeated loudly and often…

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Poetry – Senryū – Bound in Pain’s Darkness – A poem by Goff James

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