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True Love

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Loves a river that flows to the sea,

loves not tied up between you and me.

Loves embrace does not end with the bends,

love continues and love cannot end.

Loves not ownership or managed by one, 

love is all brightness under the sun.

Loves the answer to all questions out there,

loves the natural capacity to care.

Loves not a book with beginning and end,

Love has no finale on which to depend.

Loves the freedom to have your own say,

Love that is true cannot be swayed. 

Loves the poetry of the oldest of sages,

loves the ink staining the page.

Loves an old mirror as two become one,

Love understands and is never done.

Loves the mystery that has no door,

Love after here continues for sure.

Loves not urgent, there’s plenty of time,

Love has eternity, love is divine.

Urgent – DP

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It’s not urgent that I get there, 

just that I’m on my way.

The destinations not in sight,  

it’s for another day. 

But right that I have set out, 

I’m purposely on my path.

I can break along the way, 

it’s fine to have a laugh.

The finish lines is not the goal,

it’s not even a race.

I’m just taking my own time, 

just keeping up the pace.

And if I finally reach the end, 

will I have passed the test.

I suppose that’s not as important 

as if I done my best.

Enquiry

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Don’t trust

just because your told it is so,

continue to doubt,  

until all your doubts go.

A belief is not true,

because others believe,

continue to ask,

until the answers achieved.

Trust only conclusions

you come to yourself,

those that feel right,

ones you have delved.

Enquiry will help you

come to the truth,

explore as a child,

go back to your youth.

Doubt

until you can’t doubt anymore,

uncover the truth,

a truth that is yours.

 

Trust – DP

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I’m guilty and I know it,

I have not been as on top.

Of those lovely posts that you write,

I’m sure there’s been a lot.

That’s the thing with weekends,

good friends come to call.

I’ve had good fun, of course,

but on your blogs I’ve stalled.

But know that I’ll be back real soon,

I promise to catch up.

Trust me to put more hours in,

and find a reading slot 😊

Candle – DP

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I hold this candle up to you,

for everything you do,

the kindness and the charity, 

in your love so very true.

I would build a temple,

as a tribute to your love,

ceilings domed and golden,

reaching up to skies above.

I would name a flower,

after the beauty of your heart,

I cannot find one good enough,

I know not where to start.

So I will light this single candle,

I’ll light one every day,

to celebrate my love for you,

a love that will not decay.

Clumsy-DP

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In Brighton there’s a nudist beach, 

for all to just go and be.

If your into taking your clothes off, 

so other folk can see.

It’s not my sort of pleasure, 

I’d rather cover up.

I’m getting on in years now, 

I’m not such a young pup.

I don’t like to go down there, 

I rather not walk by.

But it’s okay as there’s a pile of stones 

and I keep my eyes to the sky. 

But the other day I tripped right up, 

when I was collecting stones.

I had my eyes cast downward, 

then into that place I did roam.

When I looked up I had a shock, 

nude bodies was all I could see.

I shut my eyes so fast again, 

clumsy, clumsy me! 

Promises

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I promise to do my best to do my duty to God, to serve the Queen and help other people and keep the Brownie Guide law

Well that was a promise I broke, I’ve broken a few in my time and that is probably how it should be because we are always changing.  I’m not the young girl who made that promise all those years ago.  Or am I the woman who promised to worship and obey my ex-husband.  In fact, worshipping him went out the window not soon after he walked out the door.

We constantly change ourselves, our views and capabilities.  I told mum I would’t talk to strangers, I promised her I wouldn’t.  I absolutely love talking to strangers now and the stranger the better!  I mean, how would you ever make friends if you didn’t talk to strangers.

I think there should be a time span on promises.  I promise for the next year, or until I’m grown up and clever I won’t talk to strangers.  Oh and then maybe the apart from, like Santa when I sit on his lap, or the policeman when I get lost.  The more I think about it the more I think promises are ridiculous things invented to scare children!

Some I do keep, like if I promise not to tell a secret, I can be trusted with confidences, I will take them to the grave but as for the rest, I’m not really into promises 😉

Original – DP

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I like to think I’m an original, but can that really be true, as everyone I have ever met, heard of, or read about is somehow engrained on my soul.  They become part of me, part of my thinking and understanding.  So can I truly be original when I carry so many others along with me.

I am made up of those I have loved, those I respect and those that have harmed me, they are like tattoos on my being.  They reappear in memories and wave from the future as a warning or confirmation I am heading the right way.

Great writers, poets, thinkers, orators and philosophers inspire and teach us and they become us.  When we listen to or read something that sits well with us, we gladly invite it in, we give it time and we find it has comes to live with us, it remains.

I am not original but made up of those I admire, those that have taught me lessons and those who have shone a light on my path.

 

Daily Prompt: Flattery

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Your beauty is beyond compare,

you sing exquisitely.

You are the angel in my world,

as graceful as can be.

I find I’m lost within your eyes,

pools of emerald green.

With elfin face and lips so sweet,

like never ever seen.

Your cookery gastronomic,

your poetry divine.

Your generosity knows no bounds,

your so very, very kind.

All this love I’m giving to you,

though you will never see.

I’m so shallow,

and despicable,

to use such flattery  😉

via Daily Prompt: Flattery

Border – DP

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I think I’m on the border, with a new world just in sight.

I’ve traveled here so many times, but it’s usually at night.

It’s a place of joy and friendship, where only love resides.

A place where everybody knows, there’s no reason to take sides.

It’s taken a while to get here, the people didn’t agree.

With what I thought was obvious, but seemed to be only me.

This place is full of empathy, we look but we don’t judge.

Emotions are never buried deep, in piles of messy sludge.

There’s a pathway around this new world, lined with flowers bright.

Encircling this wonderful place, a signpost if you like.

We’re open on what we are thinking, we know that we’ll be heard.

That anyone would laugh at us, is really quite absurd.

But this is just my imagination, we haven’t got there yet.

I’m just standing on the border, trying hard not to forget.