William Shakespeare wrote,
“We strut and fret our hour upon the
but I’ve spent my hour just watching
William Shakespeare wrote,
To Brighton for brunch on a Sunday
egg muffins and hot cups of tea
Meeting some Crouchers who now live close by
Holly, Grace, Sally and Lee
“Strive as we might, our humanity keeps us from perfection -that great illusion – And it is our humanity that tortures our thoughts when a “mistake” has been made. A mistake is paid for once, yet, our humanity guilts us, shames us, ’til we bankrupt our souls, still, believing we can obtain the unattainable…the perfect”… O’Prunty 2/13/17
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Ruth 1:16 “And Ruth said, Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest I will go: and where thou lodgest I will lodge; thy people shall be my people , and thy God my God.”
(Happy Valentine’s Day, my love!)
A Cord of Three
Looking back through the years
Through the laughter and the tears,
Standing forever by my side
Standing together, husband and bride.
Family tree stands tall
Some branches no longer exist
Shoots of new ones, little ones
And in the low of the eve the cotton seed spins timelessly.
The harp, the home, the houses we know
are like catalysts of change.
Stuck on a train at East Croydon
We’re moving at one mile an hour
Looks like I’m going to be rather late
for my seminar in Euston Tower
Crucible of thought
The unanswered question, why?
Upon the morning stirs her Shimmering Light
As nighttide sleeps the Daytide Smiles;
Proclamation of Engendered Treasure
Beyond the compulsion of pretense and guile.
Life is a Breath
cast upon a writhing sea
foaming breakers churning in the din
as the Last Breath Lingers
Before it Begins
Beauty Beyond expressing
Reverie of sighs
She ran; madly she ran,
asking for mustard seeds,
only some, a little,
a handful of mustard seeds
to cure her son.
Like Rain upon the Mourning Cloud,
Falling from the Tumbling Thunder
In Torrents of Refreshing chasms
That Cleanse and Renew,
Down the barriers,
Show no emotion, hold everything back
Say ’I think we need a bit of support’ when you are under fatal attack
I know this is gonna lie
motionless, emotionless, lifeless,
may be today, tomorrow or at any time,
while working, while walking or talking,
~ Without Words
When the Poet no words to share
The soul lingers unaware
The inner voice cannot be heard
Collective conscious void of word
And the Poet – head bent in defeat
Lingers among the shadows
Fragile Life Glowing
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Ten lords-a-leaping…
January 3rd is the “Tenth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Tenth Day of Christmas
a decade of decadence descends;
indulging indolent lords lounging,
are unmoved by the wasted waists
of expanding overflowing belts.
we who gloriously feasted our whole lives,
filling our faces on sweet fluffy nothings;
and still we wonder why our hearts burst;
bleeding seeping regret out every orifice.
Make up your mind.
Do you believe you are a star
falling to earth?
Heavenward is the water
rising from the ocean back into your hands.
Sometimes it’s like the world
Is crashing down on me
Everything I do
makes me want to scream
And I swear that’s not the woman
I ever meant to be…
On the ninth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: nine ladies dancing… January 2nd is the “Ninth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Ninth Day of Christmas
Nine ladies dancing entice and evoke,
they slip betwixt groves of olive and oak;
encircle me in triplets and triads;
amuse and delight dyads of dryads.
I was 21 when I took the official vows,
but had really taken the important ones
some months earlier. When I proposed
on April Fools Day and she said ‘yes.’
And like two fools,
we thought that was just fine.
Turns out, nearly 50 years later, it was.