KATiE MiA/Aghogday: Testing Echo

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Testing Echo

Posted on August 14, 2015by katiemiafrederick

Pink Angel Wings soar above so below

Flow

Mirrors Images Lives insides outsides

Bride

Joy Loving Pink shades bliss

Misses

Applause God Skeyes

Flies

Living Heaven

Seven

Lucky

‘Round

Noun

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/08/culture-clothing-sins-free-verse-nude.html

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Mary..
i am
so inspired by
your echo prompt
that my practice..
finishing commenting
on all of dVerse poems
will be this specific
form here.. of three
short lines and three
short echoes.. as
the ‘gifted boy’
will
Fly
with
smiles
ON course
starting now
at 1701..
Military
Time..;)

Ah.. greaTest treasure
Pleasure
being reborn again
Blend
dancing spirit Alive!
Thrive!..:)

Dance the earth with song
Long
Touch the souls of others
Role
Create life as new
Rule..:)

True Poet heArt of Spirit
Written
Resolve to forge ahead
Bled
Poem of Now grow
SoUl..:)

Highways of life littered
Twittered
Dreams of Brain
Drain
Human Deep
Sleep..:)

Trump Bump Oomphs Sump Pump
Funk
Hillary female wave
Brave
Pompous ASS
CRASS..;)

GLENN
This prompt
is so FUN
i
CAN’T
STOP
Just
doin’
IT..:)

Signs above so below again
Grin
God waves blink
Wink
Oceans span human cities
Synchronicity..:)

Fall breeze Whispers Summer cool
Fuel
Human energy abounds
Around
Break in North Florida Heat
Beats..:)

It is actually 65 this
morning in the Panhandle
of Florida.. and what a cool
breeze that is.. smiles..:)

Fear the father of all stuff hate associated
SH**
Tension the stuff of all human fear related
Belated
Love the only escape
Break

These boots are made for walking
Talk
These legs are made for dancing
Prance
My wife allows me to be free
Glee..;)

I think i’ll
write a song
one day
or perhaps
one will
copy
one
from me..;)

And interestingly Echolalia
is a condition that i am
‘gifted’ with from
birth along with
the precocious
HYPERLEXIC
reading skills
that helP
me to communicate
as a non-verbal
autistic child..
and that’s
a big pArt
of why i
am unique
as the parrot
learns to sing..:)

But it’s hard to relate
that to folks who have
always spoken easy
and do not
understand
the sadness
and
loneliness
of FEELING AND
understanding
it all with silence…

No one will
shut me up
now.. as
i can
finAlly
speak
it all
OUT
WITH WORDS
AND STEPS OF LIFE AS DANCE
AND POETRY AS SONG OF FREE..:)

Ah.. Dance Language Universal too..
True
To live a life without dance blue
Rue
Oh.. to really connect.. create and MOVE
SMOOTH..:)

Selfie human reflects window soul
Glow
Mirror water surprise eye old
Bold
No time like Present
Spent..:)

Ah.. to live in low places
Faces
Drifting empty life death
Breath
No high places no jumps
Trump

Passion flower of Garden’s heat
Sweet..
Humans heart spirit soul bright
Light
Flowers Love
GlOve..:)

Emotions HeArt Expressing SpiRit miNd Body Balancing soUl
Goal
Moving Connecting Creating Soul Grows
Flow
Present Just DOing NOW Real
PILL

Ah.. hour of now near hear now
Bow
Present greaTest gift wow
Pow
Power Force Ten Blend
Spend..:)

Genetic memory Cold
Sold
Truth not often told
Bold
Present Force no form
Born..:)

1831

Yes.. Force Lives within
Win
Never Force ruled by men
Sin
God JUST BE
FREE..:)

930

^^^

Ah.. Love is the song that makes the heart float.. and breathe..
and you sing a wonderful song of that
my friend Himali.. and heart
is worth
an endless
number
of
words..
wheRe a spirit
of heArt fills
the beat
of soUl..:)

^^^

Gosh.. I love all of animals and plant life so much.. and it makes me kinda sad to be a meat eater.. truly it does.. especially when i go to see all the sweet farm animals once a month at my wife’s in-laws family farm i show on my blogs once a month.. but.. i do pay the animals respect for giving their lives for me to eat every time i sit down to a meal of steak.. and chicken.. and even fish.. and truly plants too.. anyway.. that is a very healthy way to be.. and i promise if you ever visit me.. you will dance and sing before you leave.. smiles.. at least once anyway..

I have this friend from Pakistan named Lala Rukh.. and we are good friends like this but she has lots of ups and downs.. and you seem so fluid IN positivity all the time.. which is like me now.. truly… and even through her downs i stay her friend.. and try to encourage her to write when she gets quite.. and she asks me why do i stay her friend.. and then she tells me you are a real person.. and you know what that is truly said as truly there do not seem to be many real people on the Internet from the U.S. that are willing to Unconditionally give the kind of Love that the man Jesus talks too..

Sad that the only real Christians seem to live.. where Christians churches do not.. and of course there are exceptions but too many sad rules.. You are a breath of fresh air.. i will continue to breathe THAT.. as i am that fresh air of GOD too.. NOW.. and i am more blessed than i can possibly imagine for that one fact of FEELING that YES.. i can Unconditionally Love.. as

TOUGH PASSIONATE LOVE.. with no restrictions..

no exclusions.. as ONE CREATiON

that FLOWS through Flesh

and Blood and

the smallest electron

of stOne
of
rocK
of
aGes
YES.. aGain

LOVE..:)

WitH

tEARs of
JOY….(“:

I don’t belong to any religion just the Nature of God..
And I still Love all religions.. With smiles..
May I ask your preference in religion..
As I am really curious
as it obviously
works for you..:)

Ha!.. we exceeded the reply limitations..
yes.. i am familiar with Jain..
and just reviewed it
on Wiki.. and
that is mostly
how i believe..
i am mostly
always
celibate
too.. even in
the tradition
of marriage..
but i don’t
think i tell
you my
Grandfather
is a Catholic
Priest before..
and actually
a noted Author
from last century
dining with Einstein
as a fellow member
of the Socialist Party
IN New York.. New
York.. who changed
his way of doing THAT
for a little while.. long
enough for my eventual
existence to come to fruition..
And haha! you can Google
one of my Grandfather’s
books named “Behind
the Dictators” as
it is now free
in PDF form..
so anyway
i guess
celibacy
runs in
my
blood
too.. and
i am talking
to the THE
actual relations
of that as procreation…
I am sure GOD does not
want me to have children
with other plans for me..
and i do love being
married and my
wife is celibate
too… we have
no secrets..
and i
suppose
that is
part of
our
complete
trust in each
others.. it works..
and truly there
are enough
people
in the
world
to save it
AS NATURE
is to choose
not to have
children..
for at
least
some
folks who
can live like that..:)

http://www.bartleby.com/39/45.html

^^^

Quote:

“The known universe has one complete lover and that is the greatest poet. He consumes an eternal passion and is indifferent which chance happens and which possible contingency of fortune or misfortune and persuades daily and hourly his delicious pay. What baulks or breaks others is fuel for his burning progress to contact and amorous joy. Other proportions of the reception of pleasure dwindle to nothing to his proportions. All expected from heaven or from the highest he is rapport with in the sight of the daybreak or a scene of the winter woods or the presence of children playing or with his arm round the neck of a man or woman. His love above all love has leisure and expanse … he leaves room ahead of himself. He is no irresolute or suspicious lover … he is sure … he scorns intervals. His experience and the showers and thrills are not for nothing. Nothing can jar him … suffering and darkness cannot—death and fear cannot. to him complaint and jealousy and envy are corpses buried and rotten in the earth … he saw them buried. The sea is not surer of the shore or the shore of the sea than he is of the fruition of his love and of all perfection and beauty.”

“There will soon be no more priests. Their work is done. They may wait awhile … perhaps a generation or two … dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place … the gangs of kosmos and prophets en masse shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest. The churches built under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women. Through the divinity of themselves shall the kosmos and the new breed of poets be interpreters of men and women and of all events and things. They shall find their inspiration in real objects to-day, symptoms of the past and future… . They shall not deign to defend immortality or God or the perfection of things or liberty or the exquisite beauty and reality of the soul. They shall arise in America and be responded to from the remainder of the earth.”

-Walt Whitman
“Leaves of Grass”

Maybe
Jesus already
comes again and again.. again..
and again and no one notices
him or her in eyes..ears..
of Walt Whitman
and
others..
for surely
this is the
real message
of Jesus.. that
we are all Christ
Children wITh GOD
as
eyEs
of
GOD..:)

Yes
That
TreeoF
Practice
and never
perfection
of
books.

EyEs of children feel.. sense what is Real..
EyeS of school.. change senses and feelings
of what IS Real..
Time immemorial Now..
Real feeling senses
starting at toes..
balancing grains
if sand now..
plain Truth
is in
feet
of
i..
just waiting
to dance
and sing
a feat
of
free
Again..
and no
as long
as toes
move..
never
too late..:)

Last night while dancing i tale the truth of a story
to my wife and even show a photo of the
suspect short and true..
a young lady.. decides
to get the attention of her
peers by coming up and
bootie dancing with the
wild and crazy
dancing man..
kind of
like Wild
Kingdom if
you feel what i mean..
anyway i go on to tale
the truth to my wife.. that
she is too short to get
up to where she wants
to be.. and those
martial
arts blocks
with legs
gently
swaying
cheeks of
passion another
way work well
to escape
a way-ward
cheek
of full
kindness
and affection of course..
but anyway i dare to tell
the truth always
and that
is the best policy
to keep any friendship
alive.. unless it is a bad
hair day
and the wife
asks how does my
hair look.. i just
tell my wife the
same story
on that over
and over..
you can
pick your nose..
and always
look
gorgeous
just the same..
and yeah..
truly
that’s
the truth too..
THAT makes stuff
easy.. when one
can always
get
a way with
the truth
unscathed..:)
OBTW..
so far in two
years of blogging
there are only three
bloggers i respond to
every single post and
now you are number four
and unusual as the rest
are all in their twenties
and female..
oh and there
is another ‘woman’
i will respond to every
time but she is a rambling
free spirit like me and i will
find her
everywhere
shE goes..;)

1917

Yes.. Bjorn.. and ha! the photo will suffice
without any words
at all
to express
just that..
my friend..
i go out and
capture evidence
of Heaven everyday
now to the tune of
80 thousand plus
documented
photos in
the last
two years..
i have an unlimited
supply of inspiration
for just that one photo
at a time..
i can and
WILL..
easily write
80 thousand poems
like this.. some longer
some shorter too..
and i’m well on my
way.. in numbers of
hundreds in just
one blog
post here
and theRe..
no one will ever
be able to singularly
read what i do when
i finish.. i promise you that..
but why would they.. huh
and that’s OKay baby
as it’s all
ZEN
to
me
wITh biggest
smiles of
course
spanning
THE H8
of in
fin
it
y
2..:)

Well first

of all Kitkat..

just wanna

say i missed YOU..

what has it been one week

two weeks.. YESTERDAY..

THE DAY BEFORE.. whatever.. it seems like

forever here.. without you hehe.. but anyway..

you know and i don’t know when i write i try not to think..

just let the stuff come off my fingertips.. and you my friend

are coming to some of the same analysis i come TO too..

and it’s kinda like that H and 8 symbolism for infinity too..

and like this is a round of Infinity successfully completed

in heaven for me.. now.. always now.. and hell a round

for all i know and don’t really need to know is probably just

a continuous now anyway.. what the heaven.. i mean with bliss

there is no time anyway just joy in living in pink angel wings

and unicorns all the time now.. and yes.. i do remember you

just adore pink unicorns.. too.. and oh GOD to hell with the age

and body thingy.. i mean gosh.. i am 55 and if i compute it correctly

by the rings of your words and that birthdate code i come across one time..

you are 42 or something like 13 years my junior hehe.. and oh GOD

when i am 21 i feel 80 something.. when i am 47 i feel

like the devil under a bridge or a troll or whatever..

as a thousand year old Zombie..

then varying around

Zombie age

for 5 years..

and now OMG

I seriously feel younger than I can ever

remember before.. it’s oh GOD like I’m always 3, 5, or 7

with all them advantages that come with that white privilege

middle age 230LB ‘redneck’ softball law enforcement dude player

looking thingy.. with FBI shades that are cooler than OBG secret service

style guarding the frigging president of wherever or her daughter sounds

like more fun.. for dance of course IF she is older than 18 and color..

nationality.. creed,. religious orientation..

and stuff like that does not matter

to dancing feet in the least!..

Where was i.. oh yeaH.. when my Aunt Jettie is 94..

and yeah i’ve told this sea story i don’t know how many times here..

so apologize for any REPetition that comes now.. but when she

CAN smile bright and wide at 94 and i am so humanLY exhausted

without emotions at 47.. where i am a literal Zombie who cannot

seriously ever remember what it feels like to smile..

as all memories go away.. of emotion.. A

ND YEAH.. when emotionS goes away..

as there are no reference points for feelings when

there are no feelings.. yeah.. lesson learned.. never repress

your emotions you may not like what you eventually wish for at all..

as i am not afraid of being in an elderly body.. just one without a heart..

spirit expressed as that emotional heart.. and a balanced soul that is fed

a steady diet of heart.. everyday..

So yeah.. poetry.. dance.. and song.. and ART in general

is my Zombie Vaccine that I take in copious amounts documented wRite

here on this blog.. and if the Apocalypse of Zombie get much bigger i will make

sure I have the biggest heart of all.. not to sink..6 feet under withOUT soul..

of the living dead.. in life.. EWW..

NOW THAT’S REALLY SCARY.. SO

POETRY ON BABY..

WITH DANCE AND SONG..

AND ALL THAT OTHER
ART THAT

GOES AROUND

AND COMES AROUND

AS WE LIVE

WELL NOW..;)

SEE YA LATER
KIT
KAT..:)

Yes.. dear and truly i know nothing of that now.. as to what those pink wings really are.. just feel THAT IN the photo above.. TALING a fuller story of IT that ho human words can and will ever do alone.. yeah computer imagery and all of that… but it is only imitation of imagery of what is real.. and truly that’s what words are from the get go.. just an approximation of poeTRY

in abstract construct of metaphor to get at IT REAL.. anyway one thing i know for sure is a three letter word that starts with G or O.. is zero 0 not enough to express IT AT ALL THAT IS.. A MIRRORED SUNSET THOUGH does IT justice.. but just like that movie ‘Contact’ inspired by the writings of Carl Sagan they should have sent a poet to describe

GOD and not a frigging rocket scientist.. who is just learning

to take one small step for human kind..

and with that said.. here is a little ‘contact’

to more fully and graphicAlly

describe THAT…:)

LIKE I FEEL WORDS ARE
never enough in what I am trying
to paint too
dear..
Gabriella..
with smiles
of course as
WELL.. or
is a
human
BRUSH WITH
OUT FLESH
AND BLOOD
TO EXPRESS IT
IN SONG AND DANCE..
THRIVING ALIVE WITH
THE LIVING ALL THAT IS..:)

AND that’s why a dude comes out
on Pensacola Beach in this
video
too..
broad shoulders..
moving calmly
across the
sands
with
a broad
smile and
sparkles of
sand sifting
through palm
that
looks like
a 6 or
golden
mean
spiraling
Truth of
GOD’s Signature
too.. as a galaxy of LIGHT
in hand as well as skeyes of GOD
moving connecting and creating with CONTACT NOW2..:)

Anyway thanks for stopping by..
i’m off to make a big
SPLASH DANCING
TONIGHT
HAHA!..;)

Thanks so much Sanaa Rizvi
for coming by with those
nice words of
appreciation for
what i do here..
and lots of
love to you..
from
Fred
too..:)

Thanks so much Kanzensakura..
someday before i go
on to the next
place i hope
to write
a poem
for all the Lovely
pictures i am
blessed to
capture since
effective use of
my eyesight
returns two
years ago..
there are
many
just waiting
to come
home
again
in a few
words of
appreciation
for the blessings
of those images
of GOD’s Nature
as a prayer
in poem
of
Song
and
Dance
Loving
Life..:)

Ha! Glenn.. it’s like driving a thousand miles an hour.. putting on the
brakes and moving one mile an hour..
whew.. that’s a mission of a life
time for me.. to do that
in dance and words..
and truly that’s
what i’ve been
doing in both
dance and my responses
here to other poets getting
control of a Godzilla brain
and body.. riding it
softly.. and slowly
flowing in
peace of
mind..body
IN balance..
and truly the best
part of dance tonight
will be later in the night..
where i slow it down to
barely perceptible movements
without a care of people.. hundreds
of them watching me trying to figure
out if the drugs have worn OFF OR WTF is
going on.. but oh GOD.. people in the
west need to get exposed to what
has truly worked in the
east and is still
working in
corporate life
as the employees
start each day
with group
TAI CHI
getting
it all
regulated
and integrated
as far as emotions
senses.. focus
and short
term working
memory goes..
if the U.S. doesn’t
get moving.. connecting
and creating like this
we are in real
big trouble
as our spiritual
giants in peers
compete against
us across the
ocean in
mind and
body
balance..
but as always
i’m making
UP FOR IT
IN THE COMMENTS
SECTIONS AS THESE
FINGERS GO GO GO..
WITHOUT A THOUGHT
OF TIME.. SPACE
OR DISTANCE..
AND I’LL STOP
NOW.. BEFORE
I GO OVER
10K WORDS..
AS MY LONGEST
COMMENT IS 9820
WORDS OR SO..
AND at that point
the Word Press formatting
falls apart and it is just ONE
BIG BLOG OF UNENDING TEXT..:)

Thanks so much Shadiatique..

for the visit and i am glad you find what

i do today well written and interesting..

and hope your day and now are going very well.. as well..:)

Hi Kathy thanks so much.. and if i am tasked to write two or three poems an hour days at a time for just that one photo.. it will be no problem at all.. as the heart flies with wings that needs no sidewalks of limitations or expectations.. smiles.. and hope your now is more fabulous than ever and gets more fabulous now as

WELL.. BEING

can be..:)

Thank you dear smiling Lynn..
and oh Goodness as usual
you are last in the list
and going in order
i will see you
a little
later to
read you
theRe as
is always
my pleasure to
add something new..;)

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