Send me a message, you say. Is this path that I'm on the right way? Give me some kind of a clue! No reply. Guess it's all down to you.
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inspiration: SIGN from
Consultation
Author: Dave Kingsbury
I'm a retired teacher who now has more time for thinking, reading, writing, making music and blogging ...
Reflections
My daily appointment with what passes for a face is a chance to tell myself some serious home truths regarding my abject failure to measure up to expectations - responding to this utterly unfair and unjustified ticking-off only seems to make things a whole lot worse so I very rarely object but nod and slink away when I'm not looking.
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inspiration: Mirror from
Selfiesta
plain to see eye don't lie read the pictures can't deny everyone is smiling now views backdrop the ego show
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inspiration: perceive from
Jackpot Rollover
Very disappointing, don't you think, today's word? One must use it, though. No backsliding permitted! Unpromising starters can offer a stimulating challenge to the acrostician. Could VOUCHER perhaps turn out to be the portal to the perfect poem? Having come this far, however, I'm beginning to doubt it. Ending the poem well is looking increasingly unlikely. Redeem this failed effort for a more successful outcome next time around.
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inspiration: VOUCHER from
Each life a voyage
Each life a voyage, sailed without a map,
Into the wild blue yonder.
Ports of call
Are all we have by way of destination.
Island hops, our only means of travel,
Lean on local knowledge for successful
Landfall or else we fail to make the coast
And drift in wishful dreams of lucky chances.
Winds and waves the drivers, all our hopes
Depend on how our skills of trim and tack
Hold up against the flow.
Ashore we meet
The ones we come to love and vow to journey
On beside, for nothing stays the stream
Of time and tide. Our voyage side by side
In shared navigation carries us
To further havens: cradles for our young
Who come aboard and sail with us awhile
Until the charms of other charts take hold.
An archipelago of choices lies ahead
And intermingled courses take us on
A mystery tour where curtains hide the truth
That all of us are borne at equal speed
Into the dying light, a great armada
Floating as one ship but fighting shy
Of what this means: that there will come an hour
For each of us when sailing arts and crafts
Begin to fail. Perhaps we hit the rocks
Or sink in open water without trace
Unless another vessel bears away,
To hazy far horizons, memories
Of sailing days and island ways with us.
And what of our own recollections, isles
Of long ago whose colours glow as bright
As ever in our dreams? Unless they're told,
Such visions fade as if they've never been.
But who would want to hear of days gone by
Unless the telling strikes a chord with here
And resonates with now? To stay in tune
And keep in time, no better way than watch
And hear the young at play and - best of all! -
To join their games and find our inner child
Still knows the way!
And when does childhood end?
For some of us, the adult moment comes
Along with our first child into the world.
As new-born grown-ups, all our energies
Are spent in readying our kids to face
The full-on life we somehow just fell into.
Second-time around, when grandkids come,
Our adulthood is worn more lightly. Now
We see the children that we were more clearly
Mirrored in them and shining just as bright,
Such innocence a refuge - then as now -
From worldly weariness and dulled belief.
But hope is never lost that's been deferred
And springs eternal in the risen seed.
Such innocence a refuge from the storm
Though no hiatus, not a moment saved
From time's relentless flow that carries all
Before it: people, islands, planets, stars.
Borne on by winds and waves to our conclusion,
At the last we salvage consolation.
Childhood can bring our little lives full circle.
Sailing days and island ways recycle.
From early on, our rhymes are primed with truth.
We all dip heads into the deep blue sea
So love the whistling wind and glancing spray,
The creaking timberwork and flapping sail,
The peril just beyond the safety rail,
The expertise that keeps mischance at bay.
To live with death in life, our human lot,
We seek out life in death: the power to love
The more because we know that time for us
Is running fast and we are running slow.
In age, what joy to watch the young at play
And hear their puppet parody of what
We seem to be when who we really are
Inhabit realms more like their own than they
Could well imagine! Little do they know,
Beneath our senior surface dwells a child
Rejoicing in the sight and sound of kids
That keep the flame of life alive and well.
Our powers passed, we glory in their constant
Urge to run and leap and race and climb
And ride and dance as if we danced and rode
And climbed and raced and leapt and ran beside them.
Thus, what draws them on to unseen futures
Resurrects in us our vanished pasts.
Dave Kingsbury
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how could anyone
believe the hype and go for broke, let it rip, attack the woke, never have concern for others, end the creed all men are brothers?
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inspiration: balance from
Every Which Way But Lucid
All possibilities are being considered. Some possibilities are more probable than others. Possibilities considered improbable will be deemed impossible. Expect changes to this policy in the light of unexpected developments. Circumstances alter cases and we take no responsibility for any decisions. There is, however, a continued commitment to promising the moon on a stick.
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