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..:)
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..:)
Yes.. Force Lives within Win Never Force ruled by men Sin God JUST BE FREE..:)
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
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..:)
“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..;)
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..:)
of all Kitkat..
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
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
AND COMES AROUND
AS WE LIVE
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
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
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..;)