Forgive me dear Lord, for I have been very bold, / Sent to my room, because I wouldn’t do what I was told. / Neglected my homework, and sta…
HE WONDERED AT NIGHT AS HE LOOKED AT THE BLACKNESS OF THE MOUNTAIN SKY / IF SHE WAS LOOKING AT THE SAME STARS AS HE… .
A MAN WONDERING HOW HE HAD LOST A WOMAN AND THEN WAS JOINED AGAIN AS IT TWINS.
Just a little poem I wrote for my piece Tea Time / No big deal….lol. ...
On golden pond I toss my coin and watch it glide below / Back and forth, down and down; sailing too and fro. / Reflections catch and throw …
It was simple….she said yes / Walked down the aisle….in her wedding dress / They made love….torrid and wild / She always …..ma…
If it were a ghost, there would be clanking of chains and maybe even footsteps…
I wrote this story some years ago. I’m scared of anything creepy. I don’t know what I would do if I really saw a ghost. On the other hand, I may already have done so without knowing. I’ve certainly had some strange experiences, including one in South Africa, where I was on tour some 40 years ago. A group of us stayed in chalets at an artificial lake, which turned out to be the cooling water from a power station (I’m glad I didn’t know that at the time). I had a terrible cold and was lying wrapped up in my bed when my room mate announced that someone was standing next to me. I was terrified, but curious. What does he look like, I stuttered, and she proceeded to describe my father, whom she had never met (we met only just before the tour and my father had been dead for about 4 years). “I think he’s looking after you” she told me. I’m so sorry now that I didn’t have the courage to look. I had never talked to her about my father. I don’t even know if she knew he was dead. When things are really bad, I remember that night and hope she was right. Having just reread the story, I realise that there are a number of open questions. At the time of writing, the story must have seems logical. I’m careful about that. But I’ve obviously moved on in the 15 years or so since writing the story. For example. How did the woman get home next morning if the woman who died was in Nina’s car? Who actually got back home? Who is alive and who is dead? Of course, a ghost or mystery story can leave room for speculation. I have decided not to change anything…...
This narrative is dedicated to Ted Widen and Thea Walstra, two brilliant artists who bridged the gap between Canada and the Netherlands. ...
This narrative describes my experience with extraordinary relationships that are referred to as twin souls, twin flames, soul mates. I describe balanced partners that help us in a time when we as a species must evolve to higher levels of consciousness towards balance to counteract the destruction of our planet and the living souls who inhabit our world. I refer to Jung’s concept of synchonicity and the lessons that can be learned when we are open to recognize the intuitive connections we encounter in soul mate, twin soul or what I refer to as “balance partners.” It is important to recognize when these extraordinary relationships enter your life raising the frequencies of connection guided to your genetic cellular memory on your journey to awareness. There are many books on this subject including past life experiences that you may have experienced or did not recognize when they appeared in your life. if you have not read Many Lives, Many Masters by Brian Weiss, I highly recommended that you read this book that will enlighten you as it did the Yale trained Psychiatrist, Brian Weiss and the treatment of his patient, Catherine. I was also skeptical like Dr. Weiss until a new portal opened and I was able to recognize two life altering and spiritual twin flames that entered my life. My relationship with my dog Jesse who I called Mage is the third. The fact that her soul was housed in a dog’s body was less confusing than trusting the synchronicity and powerful frequencies I experienced in my human relationships. You can read about Jesse, my spiritual guide on RB. My photography of her and the narrative is titled Jesse. Dr. Mikey Therapy dog is another enlightening read about the power of intuition that our animal friends possess with their extraordinary intuitive perception.
TWIN FLAMES / THE SAME / FROM START / ONE HEART / SAME THOUGHTS / GLANCES CAUGHT / NO HESITATING / ALWAYS RELATING / SMILE GIVEN / ALWAYS DRIVEN / ...
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Just a REMINISCENCE.
THEY WERE TWINS / BORN FROM THE SAME EGG / ONE AN ANGEL / ONE A PLAGUE THE KIND ONE FLEW / ACROSS THE SKY / THE MEAN ONE / DIDN’T LIKE TO …
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Well hi there everyone, / i hope you are all well. / how time flies bye its just over / 7 mounths when baby lee was born. / enyway OMG we ha…
and love and hate coexist…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
She was one of many who walked across the Brooklyn Bridge that day, covered head to toe with dust.
Shortly before 9:00 AM on September 11, 2001, my phone rang. A friend called to tell me to turn on my television.
Think the same / Feel the same / Want the same / Like the same / Fear the same / Love the same / Mean the same / Done the same / Care the same / S…
For you, my sweet love of my life, my angel Sal. / My soul mate, twin flame, love mate…..I love you! Just can’t help it!
The photo of Kay and I around two years old, is being featured in All Things Twin. This was a wonderful surprize. In the photo kay is on …
My poor ex-hubby couldn’t understand why I went through phones so fast, but the truth was, that darned cat had my number. . .
Wow, I just found out that “The Two Of Us” won the cutest bouncing baby challenge for the Days Gone By group. This is also being featured…
as we are deemed, / so do we ‘descend’; / to meet and greet / the Light that draws us into being… / ...dawning Light… / (unknown guide-given e…
...”as we are deemed, / so do we ‘descend’” from the collection ‘Fruit of Dreams’
Nappies to change and keep clean / Bottles to fill and keep warm / A free moment now never seen / Too slow a nappy becomes a shit fight
My nephew and his partner are expecting twins in May. I have been asked to knit mittens and beanies for them, and while knitting this afternnoon, on the 6th line the 3mm needle broke, ( my hands are too big) so while still thinking of them I wrote this poem. Don’t laugh, real men knit. Especially for new babies. P.S. Annie and Luke are now the proud parents of Charollete and Olivia. All are doing well….
Twenty fingers / Twenty toes / Two tummy buttons / Two little noses Twice the changing nappies / Twice the love and fun / Totally exhausted…
Two thousand one, nine eleven / Five thousand plus arrive in heaven. / As they pass through the gate, / Thousands more appear in wait. / A be…
I wrote this poem about 9/11/2001 (as you can see in the title) for a few reasons. 1) During my Sophomore year in high school in 2006, we got to the section of our books where we talk about 9/11 and amazingly quite a few people in my class were joking about that day and said that it doesn’t matter anymore since its been 5 years and we still havent found Osama. Even today, eight years later, it still matters. People gave their lives for us that day on flight 93, and our friends and family died in those towers and at the Pentagon. For those of you who may not think it matters anymore, I’d like you to read this poem and remember. You don’t have to believe it still matters, but in not believing your just leaving those people that died with one less person remebering why they died. FOR OUR FREEDOM! 2) In 2006, I watched a documentary on tv about 9/11 and even though it had been 5 years it still made me quiver/shiver to see it and think of the families that went through and continue to live with that pain. Like one of my friends that had a uncle working in the towers. That is why I wrote this. I hope this gets those of you who don’t remember what happened that day to remember. Remember why we’re fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan right now. Remember those heros. The heros of 9/11. Featured In: / ~ Creative Writing and Poetry / ~ 1620 Shellie & Steve Hill collaborated with me on another image using this poem. I am honored by their work Conversations in Heaven on 9/11
My mom was on the phone and came running when I screamed, we watched as the second plane hit,we held each other as we cried.
How I remember 9/11/01
Maybe it should have been an open relationship / Maybe jealousy would have won / Or maybe not / We never even tried / Except maybe once / Not …
December 23, / A day of joy and infamy / Jody and Adrian / Welcome Jasmine Mackenzie / But also mourn the loss / Of her twin, Tegan Rose. I…
Written for my cousin Jody on 23 December 2009
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