Wednesday, September 20, 2017
but leaves behind bright
seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down,
but gentle warmth still lingers
on the land.
The music stops, and yet it echoes
on the sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
... by: Anonymous
Saturday, September 9, 2017
my head says why move the body,
my eyes say don't open them,
my legs are like blocks of cement,
and my shivers dont' stop complaining,
again I feel sorry for humans who are
battling a ferocious hurricane down south,
not knowing their future tomorrows.
Islands were polished naked,
while others can't seem to recognize itself.
But all can be rebuild with time,
life will struggle to get to a normality
that is not one...
The deads are put away while others have
Animals were restless, people still incredible
at the announcing disaster coming their way.
Than it hit them like a giant's slap and cowered
away for the giant to pass and go away.....
PS: Photo is not mine, if author recognizes it,
please contact me, & I will give you credit for it.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
through the fields, mountains,
forests, until it kisses
the blue sky at the faraway horizon.
Let the walls keep of old cabins,
houses and castles keep their
secrets for eternity, while
mother nature will be
faithful to it's lovers".
NB: Photo belongs to Maxviator.
Monday, September 4, 2017
what I see.
My eyes see the same as yours,
but my heart sees differently
So what do you,
might be the opposite,
but in a way who cares!
That's the beauty of seeing from
the eyes and the heart,
of a young mind to an older mind,
but see we must and protect our
seeing material in our brains,
you might one day when your old
and senile need to go back to your
mind and see what now you miss
from your past seeing eyes......
I needed to turn to my old friends
to find peace within their legacy
Do not feel alone, turn your heart to music
and believe me you will find peace.
Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence "Fools," said I,
"you do not know Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence"
Saturday, September 2, 2017
that I am slowing down. Who would have taught
that on a Saturday night, I do not have the
energy to go out and see the night world.
I'm wandering with how many I am sharing
To no avail, I can't find an answer.
I look at my two young ladies (granddaughters)
and feel happy for them for being outspoken,
full of swing and energy. I on the other hand
feel sad, lifeless & being in a maze, the famous
old age maze, going so slowly that the snail can
move faster to explore the vicinity, while me
I prefer to sit behind this box and watch the world
But eiiii hold on, I'm not invalid, my fingers are
still going at 100 m/k on these keys, so as soon
as I finish this article I'm going to bed and be up
with the birds and my friend the snail to go
and hike a 3 story high hill at 300km away.
So by this time tomorrow I will have lots to say
and write about.
Have a super duper SUNDAY you who came to
read these few words of encouragement & I in turn
will say this, UP AND GO OUT enjoy life or
what's left of it and be safe....
Thursday, August 31, 2017
I feel for the generation that can't help
itself any longer.
Once they were (and some still are)
on top of the world, they loved life,
they grew up in harsher times, but
they never back down from their duties.
What do we do today with this generation
who have no scruples or conscience...
Well if you know one of these people
from another time, take care of them (if
they so wish), they are our past and
history, the inventors of today's commodities
Let's not close our doors and loose the keys
because one day we will replace these people
in the next generation's life.
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Yes dance until your head spins
your feet can longer hold you
snap your fingers to the sweet
sounds of nature or the craziness
of the man made one.
Dance, an expression of one's
feeling is free of charge and
no rules to go by. You can follow
the steps dictated by your ancestors,
or just invent you own, who cares
if you miss a step or two.
But please dance it's a free exercise that
will reach your heart and make him
OK let's dance until the end of time....