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"This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness." Dalai Lama Happy Father's Day Dad xxx
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As I Passed By As I passed by, I noticed her walking, By the bridle path, I heard her laughing, Her long ye
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The Philosophy of Rain ________ They sat in silence In the shade of an old Chestnut Oak. ________ It wasn't an easy silence, Not a happy, "relax beneath The Glory of God" silence, ________ It wasn't that at all. She would miss that kind of silence, As we
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Rivington Street __________________________ I walk through the forest of giants, Beneath the escarpment where mermaids And walruses discuss the merits of being alone - As opposed to living in the presence of a soul mate. Such partners are not always eas
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Turntable: – Out of Touch by @halloates, from #SoundHound http://bit.ly/QvwxNL
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What is Beauty? • What is beauty? I know that this face before me Sold magazines. Handsome men swore her their young souls For a simple kiss, Or touch of her hand. She married a working man. A carpenter. He made furniture, dolls houses - Odd and ends.
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Keep Going ________________________ Fifty steps to the basement, The cold hearted death departed Pavement, Where hookers and priests patrol, In search of each other's soul, In search of each other's Ink stained, Anchor chained soul. ____________________
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Keep Going Fifty steps to the basement, The cold hearted death departed Pavement, Where hookers and priests patrol, In search of each other's soul, In search of each other's Ink stained, Anchor chained soul. "Keep going". Fifty steps to solitude, Dead
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Today the wind distorts Reflections Floating on the surface of puddles ~ Yet I can still clearly see the sky Under my feet #Gogyohka
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Impetus ___________________ Hold this thought, Like a moment that rests upon your sleeping eyes, Listening to your heartbeat, Looking at your hair On the pillow, Like an unhewn willow branch dragged across the moon Carving trails of dreams or ripples
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Floating past lives This path we are taking, We thought transparent, Between echoless promises, Dropped quietly on the pavement, We strain to hear, That depthless moment, Mans final word, Uttered repentantly Over the embattlements, As we recognise all l
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The Poet on your Street _________________ Hearing laughter I stopped for a while on the pavement. They must be a family? Or closer still? (As often the air is chillier around such doors And window sills); You can always tell a fake laugh, As you can o
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A Place I Cannot Reach __________________ I cannot reach that place, The sundial and the rivers song, I believe I may have done you wrong? Before I saw your face; Remember our April song? Sweeping rain upon the Cam? Whose water ran along your hand, Thro
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To all of the friends I have met on IG. Thank you, all of you.
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Alleyways and Considerations • Along the alleyway, civilization leans its double chin on outstretched hands, spread like a collapsed prayer on a bar, It's a good thing to be knee deep in white December snow, Or wade through burnt ochre leaves in Octobe
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Windows and Doors _________________ I will not burden the door, Although it's hinges ache at midnight, When the wind regales through the blinds, I do this for my sake, not yours. They made you strong, Dragged you from the forest on an Autumn night, Fl
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Turning to the wall ___________________ Ordinary folk Speak about the event, A matter of fact stare, Absent of sentimentality, Yet fully aware Of pain and reality. You stayed around to comfort me, When you had the chance to leave, So who are we? In t
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Brother __________________ My Brother holds up the sky for me, Carries me across the sea, Writes my name in corn coloured sand, Holds the moon in the palm of his hand, Battles with giants, slays dragons and trolls, Builds bridges of fern and castles of g
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"So many things going on, As the skull coloured stone Having seen it all before, Lays its glance upon the shore." from 'Moonlight & Venice' ©DMM
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Un Camino I heard the crackle of seawater Over rocks all timely blessed, The traffic groaned along the boulevard, Heading every way but west. The ice-cream vendor sang in Spanish, A lady laughed at something said, Everything is finely balanced With tu
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For September.
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The Passion of Intolerance __________________ It's easy to say: "Religion causes wars" I've said it myself On the odd occasion Chatting to the postman At the door, Or the barista On the quiet winters railway station But it's a lie, A gross simplific
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Eden's Harbour ________________ Marble fingertips Compress this haze, Snap repeatedly Through dull languorous days, Exhaling hope, Or is it despair? I often get confused By the taste, And the glare. ©DMM
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Merodeador ___________ Give me the strength The poison, The pace, Stitch me the emblem of your face, Smother my skin in city fog, Where prostitutes Walk their manicured dogs; Where matadors Wave blood soaked flags, At curious tourists and cheering
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"Dad... You really DO need a hobby!"
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My nephew took this great photo of my son James in #BoroughMarket #London Reminds me of: http://youtu.be/afam2nIae4o Download "The Kids Are Alright" Ringtone "The Kids Are Alright" I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl That's fine, I know them
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"Colours from Within" The fact that the hay needs collecting, And the grass needs to be mowed, That slates need repairing, And seeds need to be sowed, Doesn't mean I don't think of you, Or dream of your soft night hair Or contemplate these Earthly hues
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Coffee Tasting Kisses ___________________________ Where does that darkness go? Somewhere deep in a hole or burrow? Perhaps it falls through the Earth and spreads out between the stars? Or sinks to the Ocean floor, Like a black cloud? Or lays upon the
