“Head, Full Of Butterflies”

Head,

full of butterflies.

Filled with ideas,

flitting,

from flower-to-flower

of

vivid thought.

Antennae,

dip into

the bells of imagination…

Ring the colours

of changing intention,

with ease,

through liberty

of expression.

No bones of contention,

lodged in the throat,

nor abstention,

from

Reality.

Set,

to swim the channel

of ingenuity.

Morph,

into the new creature,

of nascent creativity.

Wings,

can, now, unfurl.

Like oysters,

made to form

Unique Purpose,

in every,

delicate pearl.

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“Know Your Worth”

 

Know your worth.

 

Know,

that with your birth,

came, increased value,

to the Earth.

 

Hear this Truth.

Hear, that you are valid.

Without you,

the World would just

be pallid.

 

Take this in.

You are sunshine,

in one,

cheeky, grin!

 

Get this,

into your system…

 

Without you,

sunsets,

would just be

distant memories..

 

But,

with you,

they are precious moments..

 

…with you,

we will never

miss them.

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“The Definition”

 

Something,

about your being there,

made sense.

Made sense,

to the granite stalks,

keeping watch,

over us,

as we negotiated

docile pavements.

Gave context,

to the skyline,

as its turquoise cover

blanketed us,

in echoes

of evening shade.

Turned the Crucible

of Life,

into a series

of detailed lessons…

…and demystified blessings,

to be stored,

in wait,

for silent miracles.

You,

changed it all.

Caused effects,

affecting every Mission.

You,

prised

the doorway,

beyond, open.

Now,

Existence,

has new

Definition.

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“Colour-atura”

 

You speak,

in spectrums.

Sliding arcs

of notated narratives,

glide,

from your

glistening chords,

to tell tuneful tales,

in arpeggios of

sonic art.

You bring

the jewel-toned Promise

of your rainbow-stave

to life,

with dots,

of many colours.

As your

Creative Covenant

appears,

the dawn chorus chorale,

has longer to lie-in,

whilst

air-to-surface soundscapes,

cast soulful hues

of emotional clues,

from

your vocal palette.

This is how

you make the World

to smile.

By

coating hearts,

in primary-red crescendoes,

where once,

they sang the blues.

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“Intentional”

 

Once made,

the decision brings

profound Peace.

A profusion of placidity.

An ocean of release.

An intentional choice,

to authenticate Life

through collective

moments of “Now”.

The timeless Voice.

No longer, at the expense

of dreaming the Future.

Accepting

the Divine consequence

of proactive Faith,

determined Hope.

Ready for the best

of Destiny…

To,

once more,

answer the Call

of sharing

the Abundance of

Unconditional Love

and

Eternal Charity.

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“Come Fly With Me”

 

Come fly with me.

We’ll pack our dreams

and quarantine,

in pristine prose

and fanciful poetry.

Let’s fly away…

and,

dressed, in kaftans,

and denim cut-offs,

we’ll slide into

tropical mists

and mellow revelry…

…collaborate on monologues,

bursting with

slick one-liners

and lovers’ trysts…

We’ll write,

side-by-side,

by hand..

leave behind the blogs,

on internet islands,

like digital castaways.

Let’s hit the beach!

Search for treasure,

in the

thesaurus of sand…

Dive into the ocean,

divising plays,

from barrel-waves of

memories and secrets,

washed-up,

on salty sea-spray…

And,

as the sun is setting…

let’s turn our written words,

to celebrate the day,

with spoken affirmation…

combined conversation…

in sweet anticipation

of brand new inspiration,

scintillating content,

and Divine communication,

as they taxi,

on the tarmac,

find arrivals,

through the fast-track..

in the limo,

to our joined imagination,

they are, swiftly,

whisked away.

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“Catharsis”

 

Suddenly,

the pressure

fell away.

Like scales,

discarded.

Like, stopping,

mid-sentence…

for no pur……… pose..

other, than,

you,

simply,

can.

The weight of expectation,

no more,

strained the mind..

Nor,

the waiting,

defined.

Rather,

transformed,

into

palpable anticipation.

Palpitations,

put to rest.

No test, to pass.

No quest, to prove.

Touchable transfiguration,

determines

the next move.

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“Text-ure”

 

These roots grow deep.

Carry

nouns of nutrients,

through, freshly-coiffed, tresses

of

trembling terms,

dipthongs

and italic stresses…

Pertinent prose

and

semi-permanent sentences,

are

struck-through, in length….

…edited and trimmed,

for

sonic strength.

Read aloud,

the comprehensive combinations

twist,

like braids,

beneath the fingers,

upon the fists

of creative fate…

…Dextrous and daring.

The oil of original,

oral expression,

used, unsparingly,

adds lustre

to expertise,

basking,

in the glory

which crowns

 climbing conversations

of

rhyming schemes and skills…

Teasing text-ure…

de-tangling knots of negative thought,

evoking tongue-tripping,

spine-tingling,

thrills.

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“Right-Side Up”

 

What if

we lived,

the right-side up?

If we could choose

the way to stop

and reverence,

with reference, to good?

If we refused

to stoke the fire,

but,

 put it out,

with something Higher?

Surely,

that’s what Life

is all about.

Be in “Who’s-Who”,

for being You,

without, external wrappings.

Let’s turn such things

the right-way up,

and

let go

of those trappings.

Together,

we can stop

the negativity that curdles,

Yes, we can run the race!

As “Team United”,

clear the hurdles.

Come on!

Let’s face this Life, head-on!

When

challenges come to town,

we’ll be like “Weebles”,

wobbling,

but we will not fall down!

…And,

what if, we could

have more help?

What if,

we weren’t alone?

And

hands would bear us up,

so that our feet

would not touch stone?

Could it be,

 such a Love is real,

that goes,

beyond perception?

Beyond the Earth,

5-sensory,

is an

endless connection?

Well,

in this waxing, waning world,

that glorifies so much,

the qualities of every thing,

above

the Human touch…

and places highest value

in accoutrements

and such…

…the fact

that there are those of us,

who rise up,

with one sound,

brings comfort,

for,

with extra help,

we’ll turn this World

right round.

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“The Constant”

 

Once,

the crushed velvet sky,

was

deserted by stars.

No Venus, nor Mars,

to re-define Humanity.

The bristling air,

stood still….

unpolluted, by wasted noise.

The only Constant,

Energy,

surrounded by

the purity of sound….

and

the common ground,

rolled back,

to become

Nature’s

wondrous welcome mat.

On that day,

the stars became,

us.

Heaven’s brilliance,

condensed into

dust,

encased, in shapes,

embedded, with

smiles and emotions

and hopes and dreams,

exuded, through

one-of-a-kind

expressions,

in, limitless, styles.

Life,

in all fashions.

Fresh and unique,

with idiosyncracies,

always, on-fleek.

But,

with no sense of angst

and

no need to compete.

 Complete.

Mixed-media terra firma,

from the Right-Handed seat.

Landed,

in circles.

Sent,

to hold hands,

with the remnant

whom,

no-one else,

cared to understand.

Yes,

we are the Bodies,

from, far-flung, Eternities,

open,

to embrace

the past and modernity.

Shining,

as is our Divine heritage.

Giving,

through infinites and vestiges.

A Virtuous Cycle,

of heartfelt pledges..

Living,

the interpersonal Spirit…

One-Loving,

one another,

in our

Universal Human Village.

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