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Alli is fair inlove and war ...

It was just milliseconds. You turned away from me. A late night biopsy. A slicing separation silence. A vitrification of eyes across a room. A house housed on a fault line. An erosion failure scenario. A storm event. Now, dead decades, are malignant memories. At times, moments masquerading as being meaningful, sometimes catch me out. And yet, a quarter of a century later. I saw a woman on my street. And although I know it ...

Following up on a request. The reading is by my great buddy Alison ...

I wake up. O, why do I see this suffering, this lie, I go to sleep with the hope of a different world, free of wounded words, treacherous thoughts, arrogant actions, but invariably I wake up to the same world, I go back to sleep again; with an indomitable hope, I wake up again, nothing happens, nothing changes, I look at the morning sun, the moon at night, the disillusioned stars like me, they give ...

Confusion ...

Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) ...

The arrogance of science has walked over spirituality for long, merely because it's not applicable for all,  it discarded levitating, the power to roam in one form in multiple places at the same time, the wisdom to leave the body as tricks, undermining them as black magic.  True, it cannot be achieved  by bribing anyone, for this one has to sincerely practise for days and for years; in the ancient times, countless rishis, men and ...

free verse partly fantasy romantic poem ...

the sea, the sand, the waves return to the moon, the stars, and the sun, nights and days in the infinite space, volumes of stories rewritten, washed away at the beach friends, families spending time for thousands of years … the sea roars from end to end, it consumes look-alike nights and days year after year, each wave, a calendar … three-fourth water? one-fourth land? I went deep inside to see where the waters stand, ...

in my dream I woke up in a garden and walked into a painting, silver, golden flowers dancing in the trees, varied colors shapes; with gifted powers I invoked a quiet fragrance in the breeze,  I placed the sun on the topmost branch, from the other side the soft moon was oozing juice that melted like honey, everything looked small, perfect, I was big enough not to get in I wondered why I wouldn't fit ...

afterthoughts ...

Scrumping and communion wine ...

How the memories of One's childhood come to mind in a moments reflection on a Summer's day - maybe seventy years later!  Our choir school was housed in a Manor House in Northampton and I moved there with the school as a boarder after it left Bayswater in London. We sang our little hearts out at the adjoining church. Sadly, the paths on which I trod are no longer in existence - as far as ...

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