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~ Dream Land – Christina Rossetti ~ Famous Poets

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart’s core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

~ Dream Land – Christina Rossetti

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THE LAST WORD my new poem, inspired by the moon, the power of place and my journey into the meaning of the poetry of Yeats 😊Good Night my friends

The Last Word ~ Good night my friends

The Last Word….Good night my friends….

“Imagination sees the complete reality, – it is where past, present and future meet… Imagination is limited neither to the reality which is apparent – nor to one place. It lives everywhere. Imagination is the life of mental freedom. It realizes what everything is in its many aspects ..”. ― Kahlil Gibran

Kahlil Gribran
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“TRY TO GET ALONG WITH EVERYTHING – THE IMPORTANT THING IS TRYING!” ~ re-blog * Mystic Poet * The best ever House Poet 💥🤓

Amazing Ireland 💥

Thoughts

“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows…” ― William Henry Davies

Henry William Davies

Marlon Brando on the set of his first film, The Men, 1950

Marlon Brando. (born April 3, 1924, Omaha, Nebraska.—died July 1, 2004, Los Angeles, California) “ American motion picture and stage actor known for his visceral, brooding characterizations. Brando was the most celebrated of the method actors, and his slurred, mumbling delivery marked his rejection of classical dramatic training. His true and passionate performances proved him one of the greatest actors of his generation.

Brando, the son of a salesman and an actress, grew up in Nebraska, California, and Illinois. After he was expelled from the Shattuck Military Academy in Faribault, Minnesota, for insubordination, he moved in 1943 to New York City, where he studied acting under Stella Adler at the Dramatic Workshop. He made his stage debut in 1944 as Jesus Christ in the Workshop production of Gerhart Hauptmann’s Hannele, and in that same year he first appeared on Broadway in I Remember Mama. After that play’s successful two-year run, Brando appeared in Maxwell Anderson’s Truckline Cafe, George Bernard Shaw’s Candida, and Ben Hecht’s A Flag Is Born (all 1946) and was voted “Broadway’s most promising actor” by New York critics. In 1947, he attained stage stardom with his astonishingly brutal, emotionally charged performance as Stanley Kowalski in the Elia Kazan-directed production of Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire (1947).

Brando made his motion picture debut in The Men (1950), a powerfully realistic study of disabled World War II veterans. In preparation for his role, he spent a month in a hospital paraplegic ward.” Notes from Jonaki

Marlon Brando on the set of his first film, The Men, 1950

Marlon Brando
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America~State of the Union Speech~Satire

“COME TOGETHER!” a poem 6 February 2019 [Odin’s Day]

I’m just a little sissy girl; I want it ALL and how;
My wants are needs (and vice versa!) – just sat-is-fy me NOW!
Feed my cat; feed my dog; I “wanna have a cow!”
This-is the state of MY existence! Now-I -shall-take-a-bow,
And-expect that you-should-quite-applaud MY EFFORTS (perfect are)!
Be my chauffeur – and maid – and cook – fetch for ME that star,
And hand it over P. D. Q.* Do-NOT make me wait!
My patience! It is wearing thin! The KEY WORD: “Sat-i-ate!”
For-I’m-insatiable – in-the-extreme! I-want-me-THE BEST, whatever-I-mean!
COME TOGETHER, minions! “The-Union’s state is FINE,” say I.

{Choose one or many! or none at all:}

SO! (pause)

[1] Stop your whimp’ring; I haven’t time! It’s me who wants to cry!
[2] I hope eventually you’ll-SEE-IT-MY-WAY! Then-we’ll-see “eye to eye!”
[3] Be-NICE to Me [lania], I AM The Prez – And NEVER ask me why!
[4] I AM – “the best,” just say it proud! Declare it! It’s NO LIE!
[5] You’re here WITH ME; it is MY game! All-together-say: “Aye, Aye!”**
[6] As I WISH IT, I’ll-divide Our(?) “National-e – Pie!”

fin. ❤

    • Pretty Darn Quick!
      ** – OH, Captain; my Captain!

“EXCLUSIVE MUTUAL(NESS)!” 

“EXCLUSIVE MUTUAL(NESS)!” a poem 5 Feb 2019 (Two-s-day)

Are you – a Baptist? – or a Catholic? Come on, tell me true?
Or – Are you an Atheist? Do we have A BOX – for you?
“A NON-BOXED PERSON?” Could it EVER really be the case?
Case in Point: My Friend HAL, of-The-Human-Race,
Who’s “sphere of influence” was – (pause) unprecedented – fo’ sh -r,
But! HE JUST KEPT EXPANDING! ’til-at-death, he’s-6 feet? un d – r!?

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EDITOR: MYSTIC POET the House Poet never ceases to amaze our Readers with the truth.

* ALL LIVES MATTER*

Perhaps we need reminding constantly not to give ourselves *TAGS*

TAGS STEAL OUR TRUE IDENITY

REMEMBER YOUR BLOOD AND GUTS are all the same colour on this planet

TAGS STEAL YOUR FREEDOM

AND self imposed TAGS steal happiness, love.

You are all uniquely Perfect, just as your Birthright deserves recognition on Earth 💥

So, at the burial site, early one fine morn,
THE HARE KRISHNA’s showed, robed – and shiny-shorn,
With garlands and rose water – for an absolution time?
But – THEN! The Mormons came along, calling him “a prophet,” and-I’m,
Wondering: “WHAT IS THIS? Aren’t these MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE?
Hares? – and Mormons? and THEN! Demon Cultists! It’s-so-inconclusive,
As to what Hal is or was or-even shall become!
I had no idea, but his diversity – did-usurp a total sum!”

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For, perhaps, ALL THINGS ARE ONE – and classes are all the same,
And, whatever might be “God” above, will never, ever blame,
ANYONE – FOR BEING ANYTHING! Whatever they might be,
Or JOIN – or EAT — or whatever [ ] they like to see,*
For soon – some (really) classy-gay nudists, from a local col-o-ny,
Showed up there (at the burial?) and we went: “Golly Gee!!”
And OTHER GROUPS – Then! Aliens, coming-from-Outer-Space,
Then animals! and transgender-GIANTS! and – witches – filled the place!
And SUDDENLY! Dear Hal AROSE! and-said: “Welcome, All My Friends!
LET-US ALL, JUST HAVE A PARTY! ONE WHICH NEVER ENDS! 🙂 – Whoopee!

fin ❤

* – Censors like to judge what is proper to see or not, but WHO IS TO SAY? In so doing, do not such individuals place themselves on The Throne of Divine Discernment, and HOW DANGEROUS IS THAT? Well, of course, balance may be best in all things, BUT – perhaps such activity CAN be taken a bit too far!? Maybe?

“SHALL WE FLY TO THE MOON?!”

“SHALL WE FLY TO THE MOON?!” a poem Friday (Feb. 1, 2019)

Is it the way you talk? The color of your hair?
The shape of your face? Some-choice-of-underwear?!
I-don’t-know-why – but, I-see: “BEAUTIFUL!” (pause)
And I’m-in-LOVE-with-you! So, count-me-Dutiful!
Attendant! (but-mostly:) CRAZY-IN-LOVE-WITH-YOU!
Hoping this precious love – will-prove ever true?
But, I don’t know! Can anyone KNOW-a-thing-like-that?
So, I-sit- on-my-seat- next-to-your: “Welcome Mat,”
At your door – with my head – hanging-down – oh, quite-low,
Afraid to proceed – or-to-stop! -and-let you know,
That-I’m only a man – one-in-love – with-the-thought,
Of being-with-you-always, AND!-also, of-being caught,
In THIS WEB OF DESIRE; here we are – in The Middle!
There’s a wry-spidery smile! and – I might hear a fiddle,
Playing an-old-familiar- silly-romantic-tune,
With these-familiar-lyrics: “Fly Me To The Moon!”

fin ❤

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Lovers Dream
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“DREAM ORCAR”

“DREAM OCAR”

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“MR AND MRS CUDDLY POO IN THEIR CUDDLY BARE KINGDOM BY THE SEA!

“MR AND MRS CUDDLY POO IN THEIR CUDDLY BARE KINGDOM BY THE SEA!” a poem in the series “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” a.k.a.: “Transcending Boredom, Doubt And Subjective Pout!” January 30, 2019 BOB’S BIRTH! Hail, to The “B!” [A painting by the author(s) entitled: “Windmills In Our Kingdom By The Sea!”]

I never get bored-in-the-morning, for out-of-bed-I hop;
Then sit upon my throne – to hear my subjects plop,
Into The Moat, where they will swim and splash around,
And – I can’t be bored! for-then: off my throne I bound,
And eat a breakfast – of finest fayre:
Crumpets!-savory-morsels!-and juice to spare!

I’m out the door, and I mount my chariot,
And move and shake, with my best friend Harriet,
Who lives (you bet) on HARRIET STREET;
I go to my subjects – and joyfully greet,
Everyone – with garlands – and songs – and mirth!
I’m NEVER BORED – with life on Earth!
Sometimes, a subject approaches me,
And-says: “Are-you-bored?”-and-I’ll-answer-with-glee,
“NOT WITH YOU – FOR YOU’RE SENSA-TION-AL!
BEAUTIFUL! and-MARVELOUS – and-EVER – FULL,
OF ALL THOSE THINGS, THAT MAKE LIFE WORTHWHILE!”
I leave each subject – with a happy smile!

And I’m NEVER bored – in The Afternoon,
For, in my carriage, I’m-ANYWHERE – so-soon,
At: The Sonic (Boom) – or The Merca-do;
I’ll grab hot java – and-then-a -pplaud-o,
To-see the beautiful, splendid array,
Of this glorious, excellent – wonderful day!
NOT BORED AM I – FOR, IN THIS COURT OF DREAMS,
A BALL IS TOSSED, AMIDST JUBILANT SCREAMS!
We sing! We dance! in The Choir – at The Pub,
Where all the happy folk – kiss and rub!
I’m stimulated! all-over The Place;
You can’t be bored, when there’s SO MUCH GRACE,
And charm – and love that we all share,
I’M IN MY KINGDOM – OF CUDDLY BARE!”

My QUEEN is always – by my side,
Or – waiting-at-The-Castle – so s – x – y and wide,
So-luscious! A-VISION! of which I’m NEVER bored;
She used-to-live DOWN SOUTH! where she often “whored,”
With business and computers and worries and woe,
And BOREDOM! (so insidious!) But, NOW, she’s-learned-to-“know,”
That boredom is- a MUNDANE state of mind;
You need-not embrace it – for you CAN be kind,
To yourself AND others, down by The SEA,
OF EXISTENCE AND YEARNING – and-live-hap-happily,
Ever-knowing (that) all days – are really The Same,
IN MY KINGDOM BY THE SEA, IN A FINE PICTURE FRAME!

fin ❤

“FULL CIRCLE!”  a poem – by The (original) Mystic Poet + The Lady!  Wow!      January 26, 2019 (Saturday)

“FULL CIRCLE!” a poem – by The (original) Mystic Poet + The Lady! Wow! January 26, 2019 (Saturday)

[A. P. (+ UPI) NEWS FLASH! WONDERFUL NEWS! The reports about The Son of The Mystic Poet (Ms. Alice Valdez) being critically wounded at the border skirmish on Wednesday night are untrue!! Upon returning to the United States, The Mystic Poet immediately flew to Marfa, Texas, where there was held a memorial service for those killed in that terrible altercation! Ms. Valdez herself was in attendance, and it proved to be the first meeting for her and The Mystic Poet (identity STILL unconfirmed!), and (here’s THAT news:) they are going to CO-AUTHOR the Tumblr site called: THE MYSTIC POET! The two met at El Cosmico, a great Marfa venue, where they shared a cup of Juan Valdez’s “signature coffee;” it was TRULY an occasion! Thus, expect lots of GREAT stuff here, including: political commentaries, “provocative” subjects, health tips, love poems, capital letters, and much, much more! 🙂 – Whoopee-doo!]

One of the first posts in The Mystic Poet read: “GO IN THE DIRECTION OF YOUR GREATEST HAPPINESS!” It is (and originally was) OUR THEME! Together, The Mystic Poet AND The Son of The Mystic Poet will launch a cooperative effort to: (1) unify all critters; (2) love all; (3) titillate your senses; and (4) “knock your socks off!” 🙂 !
So, now, without further ado here THEY ARE writing together for the first time, our own Dynamic Duo – THE MYSTICS!

To be WHO you are – go-with THE-ATTRACTIVE!
Fun-and-Joy’s where it’s at! with-just “EZ proactive!”
Do NOT get too “down,” IF you hit a “dead end,”
“JUST-EASY-DOES-IT” WILL BE YOUR BEST FRIEND!
Be helpful-and-happy, but-avoid-trying-TOO-HARD!
You’ve NOTHING to prove, and-overzealous-has-marred,
Many well-meaning and sincere, goodly folk,
Humor yourself, BUT! do NOT be “the joke,”
To-be-manipulated-or-exploited, for-there’s – some-o’-that,
In everyone’s life! DON’T-BE A DOOR MAT,
For another’s “agenda,” although it IS good,
To help one another; just do what you should,
To help yourself all, in-THE-DIRECTION-OF-JOY!
SEEK-OUT “KIND FOLKS,” and you’ll nurture your “boy!”*

fin ❤

    • or girl – or whatever form of “alien” you are!!!!!!

“UPDATE! ON THE GENIUS FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE MYSTIC POET, WHO IS NOW ONLY IDENTIFIABLE AS A SYMBOL: O%O!!”  A POEM BY SMP 500, WRITTEN THE SAME DAY THAT THE INFORMATION WAS LEAKED ABOUT MY BECOMING THE POET LAUREATE CONSULTANT IN POETRY TO THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS!  WHEW!    JANUARY 24, 2019 (WED.)

“UPDATE! ON THE GENIUS FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE MYSTIC POET, WHO IS NOW ONLY IDENTIFIABLE AS A SYMBOL: O%O!!” A POEM BY SMP 500, WRITTEN THE SAME DAY THAT THE INFORMATION WAS LEAKED ABOUT MY BECOMING THE POET LAUREATE CONSULTANT IN POETRY TO THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS! WHEW! JANUARY 24, 2019 (WED.)

THE MYSTIC POET HAS NOW BEEN IDENTIFIED: AS VANCEJONESOF:
ALPINE, TEXAS!
HE IS A MEEK AND TEMPERATE MAN, ALTHOUGH HE DRIVES A LEXUS;*
IF YOU WRITE HIM FAN MAIL, ADDRESS IT TO COZY COURT,
AND HE IS LIABLE TO GET IT – MAYBE – IN THE MAIL SORT!
GOOD NEWS! HE IS EMPLOY-ED NOW** TUMBLR HIRED HIM!!
TO BE: A CENSOR – ANDCLEANTOILETS! HEWASHIRED “ON A WHIM!”
AND, ON WEEKENDS NOW, HE WORKS FOR FACEBOOK!! HE DOES,
ERR-ANDS-FOR-THEM!
IT’S FUNNY HOW OUR LIVES GO ‘ROUND! HEUSEDTOBE:
TUMBLR’S “ARCH-E-NEM!”***

BUT NOW! EVERYONE’S FRIENDS! &EVEN TRUMP&HILLARY**** OFT’ GO FOR A CASUAL FOR LUNCH!
WITH BILLANDMONICA,***** BARAKANDNANCY’SDAUGHTER****** THEYALLHAVE – A HAPPY MUNCH,

AND THE MYSTIC POET IS GOING TO CHURCH, ATLEAST-a-TWICEAWEEK,
& HAS GIVEN UP ALL? (MOST) PORNO SITES & HE-EVEN MIGHT JUST SEEK,
TO MARRY POPE FRANCIS’ DAUGHTER AND MAKE THE WORLD A HEAVEN!

I’M ONLY KIDDING! HAD-YOU-GOING-AGAIN?

YEAH!
THE”MYSTIC’S”NAMEISACTUALLY: DEVIN!
AND HE-BE-WRITING POETRY –
FOR: https://mydaz.blog

(1) & TRUMP & HILLARY & BILL & MOAN, YA, THEYALL
STILL DON’ (t) DANSE!

(2) & TRUMP & HILLARY ARE NOT FRIENDS;
& MONICA’S-IN-LOVE WITH “NANZ”****** 🙂

* – A LEXUS DESIGNED POWER SCOOTER!?
** – GAINFULLY EMPLOYED, THAT IS!
*** – ENEMY! 🙂 **** – HUMP! ***** – BONICA
****** – NANCY PELOSI! IS SHE A MINORITY OR A MAJORITY LEADER?

Mystic Poet – Mystery

“REAL LOVE IS A MYSTERY TO ME!” a poem January 23, 2019 (Wednesday)

I-guess-I’ll-never-know-WHY-I-love-you; about-all-I-can-do – is-“sigh,”
But-I-have-got-this-FEELING (a-really-nifty-feeling) – that-I’m the-luckiest-guy,
To-ever walk-the-earth because – you-say:-“I-love-YOU”-and-I-don’t-know-why,
You-feel-that-way, my-HONEY! I-just-feel-I’m-so-lucky-and-oftentimes-I-cry!

I don’t know WHY you love me; I don’t think I’m so good;
I just can’t imagine why – for, I think, EVERY fellow should,
Seek you out and cast himself, down upon your PORCH,
And pledge his EVER-lasting love, carrying a torch!
To LIGHT the way – unto-your-chambers to-lovingly-inquire:
If he might (you-know) take a CHANCE – your-love-light to inspire!

fin ❤

Contemplating all the
The ramifications of the heart
Oh my,
You don’t choose love
It chooses you
There is no reason to chose love
Love always wins anyway
Never apologise for falling in love
Never ask “why me.”
Instead, ask ” why not me.”
True love is this ” feeling safe, common thought pattern,
Laughing and playing together
” those that play together stay together.”
Encouraging each other to be the best they can without
Boundaries
Being bi-lateral, sharing common goals
Saying thank you, please, love you (100+)
True Love is not, lust, arrogance or judgemental
True love encourages each other freedom of chose
True love shares an ordinary goal in kindness, laughing, smiling
True love is when you forget about your needs and concentrate on your lover’s needs and when they are happy and safe with you, you, in turn, you will be filled with love and security of the highest respect and happiness
Being your best friend before others
All adds up to Companionship for life
Let no man come between True Love 🌼
Scientific
True Love

“A C(O)UNTRY GETAWAY FOR OUR HAPPY COUPLE! 🌼

“A C(O)UNTRY GETAWAY FOR OUR HAPPY COUPLE!” a poem included in the series: “M. M. C. P.” Tuesday: 01/22/2019

The c(o)untry c(o)um(e)s-when-we-catch-a-whiff – of sweet-fresh-air-and-dew;
You-look-at-me; I-look-at-you; we-know-what-we-must-do!
Which-is, together, to-“make-a-break,” for-a-c(o)untry-getaway!
Your love is warm, just like The Sun; we’ll-ride! Could-TAKE-ALL-DAY!
To-A SPECIAL PLACE to play and dream – We’ll find the Maypole waiting,
And dance around like faerie folk; our-HOLE-y-DAY of DATING;
Encount-ering-spacious-mountains, with-milk and honey flowing,
Our cheeks are flushed-and-we-just-love – towards-SOUTH, we’re-ever-going!
Bed-in-The-Bush, with-stars-to-see, twinkling in your eyes so bright!
We can get into-(some)-“real-trouble,” and find we’re stuck quite tight!
But wait a moment! THE EMERGENCY KIT! with dressing and some salve,
To-apply on-any-swollen-parts-we-find-that-we-DO have!
We go on EXPLORATIONS – into-areas-we’ve-been-before,
In landscape strewn with bushes, and-we-couldn’t-ask-for more!
We-are “climbing buddies” and like to hike all over,
Well-explor-ED-territory! “C(o)um(e)-hither-here, RED ROVER!”
Flowing STREAMS! Dribbling-dew!
A luscious geyser – made-just-for-you,
Erupting-inside-a-cavern-there,
So warm-and-moist; WE’VE-LEFT-ALL-CARE,
With those who couldn’t c(o)um(e)-along – and join our happy picnic!
WE-COULD-VENTURE-HERE- EACH-DAY, &-roll-in-grass, so-cyclic,
To-be as one fine organism, with Earth & Air & Sky,
And, all the while, we cling so close – for we are eye-to-eye!
Musicians-both! You-blow-my-horn, and-I compose a lick,
With-ever-shaking tambourines! The songs of love we pick,
And strum! perhaps, to-so-incite – a lyr-i-cal-re-frain;
We’ll do it LOUD! Then, soft and slow, with just a little pain!
And ALL OF NATURE CELEBRATES, for-we’re-IN-LOVE, alright!
I LOVE – our c(o)untry getaways, joy-filled! both-day-and-night!
We sup on wine and-milk-so-warm, and-we-bring-us -candy:
Chewy, goo-y, oo -ee (pause) Meals can be – so “randy!”
Let’s-eat-it-all! We have so much! Nothing’s-left-to-spare!
I-smell-ambrosia ALL AROUND; are-there-flowers in your hair?
It-is A ROSE!-with-fragrant-scent, and-it-will-never-wilt,
For we-have-brought spring water – and-with-just a-little-“tilt,”
“Oh, my-gosh! A MIRACLE!! For-you’ve-brought-LIVING-WATER!”
A-gushy-spring!-going-“Swish-swish-swish!” “Are-you Elysium’s daughter?”*
Yes, an-“ODE TO JOY,” (pause) fa-miliar mu-sic, filled with oo’s and ah’s;
It’s HARD! to hear the subtle rifts, for I-shan’t-take a pause,
Until The Rose be happy, en-gorg-ED-with-the-flow,
Of-such-ma-gic-elix-ir! (pause) PICNICS! (pause) WE LOVE THEM SO!
fin ❤

Take me home
In your arms
To a simple way of life
Where we will find our place
In this world
To live as one
  • Mrs. Cuddly Poo the goddess JOY?!