St Patrick’s Day (1-3 pm) at a poetry workshop
Love shouldn’t hurt Much But it does Like when your lover cuts out a portion Of your heart and feeds it to the wolves. And love does hurt When you get a late night call And he says I don’t want to be with you Anymore. It sure does hurt When you love unconditionally And people do not return that love But grimace when you enter the room And barely say hello. Love shouldn’t hurt much but it does And that is precisely why we need to love more Fully, deeply, unconditionally Infinitely more every single day.
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Eve took one bite of that poisoned apple
And it fell to the floor. Aah how she had longed for it. It called to her that sweet Crunchy taste she knew was sure to follow. Apples baked in a heavenly pie Bring pleasure On a late evening. Sweet, tart, sour, juicy Round bundles of goodness Keeping each other company In a basket on a slightly chilly yet sunny day. (2:12-2:17)
Vast and wide, Ebbs and flows, Fast and slow, Pulls me in under To another world, mysterious Where kelp undulates surrounding me And I am lost for a moment. Imagine I see a mermaid. Imagine I am a mermaid Diving deep feeling that cold of the deep. My skin insulating me from that icy feeling Swimming effortlessly, Gracefully through kelp forests, Saying hello to my sea lion friends And then diving deeper to play with anemones and starfish. Below so much color in this seemingly vast dark abyss. (2:32-2:39)
Pop your skull like a balloon. This image disturbs me greatly Yet moves me, Reminds me of our mere mortality, Our fragile existence on this vast planet. Reminds me that drinking and driving should not mix Ever. Or that image of skull popping like a balloon May become a reality, Reminds me that a little fear is healthy For us a little fear helps us to keep the balloon That is our skull intact. We are mere mortals But let’s play for a minute And imagine our skull indestructible That I could just bounce back after a hideous fall That gravity would reverse itself. Joy always.
We souls seek happiness Journey seems so hard and long Bugs you out Makes you insane Focus! How? Focus on doing your best Even when times are tough. So he sits, Sips another chilled drink Hoping against hope For Love, happiness But cycle in endless Like spinning wheel. She moans incessantly While waiting for communications that never come Will never come Because true ultimate joy Brilliant like sun Amazing like waterfall Will only come from God. at Black Diamond Mine Preserve
Ridgeline sits Perfectly curved against blue Blue sky, tree of heaven Reminds us of Chinese labor Tree of heaven adapted well To nurturing climate Of California Green, green hills Bring whimsy thoughts of rolling Tumbling over and over Towards the bottom Pretty purple ethereal spears Graves remind us of times past How could they imagine That today strangers would walk over ground Where their tombstones lay Trying to regain some connection To the land, nature “Too sweet a flower to bloom on earth. She is gone to bloom in heaven”. This was dedicated to Julia Etta Glammorgan Shire South Wales 1846 Dave Morgan Tomb Welsh names remind us of pioneers From a land far away. Owls, clover, purple cone Digger (grey) pine leans Gracefully left like a ghost With large cones. East Bay hills Carry waves Depressions carved By slumping rolling of soil Blue hills Baby rattlesnake suns itself On this beautiful, warm, sunny day Trail turns left Where California poppies Decorate slab residue pile Reminds us of former mining days Trail summons us Shade Cool Cavern beckons invitingly As we climb Treacherous sand Imported from Belgium to make glass Coulter pine sheds huge pine cone Smooth chestnut brown Manzanita bark begs my touch I am sweating profusely now But never happier Contentment Is a Saturday hike after a week of slavery Mind numbing machines Miner’s lettuce Would adorn a house walk gracefully Purple nightshade (digitalis) poisonous to eat Shooting Star Ithuriel’s spear Here we are
Bhakti and I In Monterey About to embark upon another adventure. We are looking for wildlife Hoping they bless us with their presence So 1/2 hr later we stand taut on the bow of this boat Rocking swaying Giving into the rhythms of the boat Laughing hysterically. I stand here
Mesmerized By giant kelp Undulating hypnotically. Kelp reach upward Searching the light of the sun Wolf-eel mug is ugly But he moves gracefully. Sharks travel peacefully Gliding across water Oblivious to screaming children And Utter chaos of this crazy world. Bhakti is a fortress
An army of one. She walks tall Stands proud Defiant Sometimes moody Insane Yet so beautiful. 8:20 pm in Koln, Germany
The pealing of the bells Endlessly at Cologne (Koln) Dome Sends one back To centuries ago Of monks and God and peace And reverence. Time knows no boundaries. It is pine chilling surreal. The pealing of the bell. |