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LOVE OF HUMANITY.

Here is THE ORIGINAL POEM, written for YOU some time ago – and it has just been lying around on the table next to the computer ! Anyway, it WAS originally called: “IT’S TRUE!” but – it was also called: “TRANSCENDENCE!” It goes something like this:๐Ÿ‘‘

Here is THE ORIGINAL POEM, written for YOU some time ago – and it has just been lying around on the table next to the computer ! Anyway, it WAS originally called: “IT’S TRUE!” but – it was also called: “TRANSCENDENCE!” It goes something like this:

I AM in LOVE [then now always] with-YOU,
[like] When you were Sweet 16! It’s oh-so-true.
But NOW You’ve changed – Your-breasts are-pen-dulous, like a milk-filled cow,
AND – I”M CRAZY ABOUT THEM! AND your bro-o-o-o-oad hips! So MUCH, now:
You’ve changed! [your] Nostrils do flare, and [now there’s] not such shiny hair,
BUT You look WONDERFUL BARE!

Yet, I’m ALSO in love with your future: AN ANCIENT CRONE,
Having a lecherous look – and a treacherous moan!
A deadly, witchy – Dangerous wench,
Who is liable to GRAB ME! and fling me on a bench,
And, with bloody lips – and blood in her eyes,

[and, yes, please] FORCE ME – DOWN! into your thighs!!

And HOWL, with sen-su-al delight,
Until I PASS OUT – into-a-sacred-night!
And! also! I just love you – in an apron wrap,
Cooking pancakes, dribbling-with strawberry-sap!
Even there, though, there’s that SAME LOOK IN YOUR EYE,
That was there at “16,” and hypnotizes YOUR guy,
Who is enraptured, by each, new amazing disguise,
And loves EVEN THE ONES – that scream!!! murderous cries!
Accusing me of BEING UNTRUE – of doing BAD things – and NOT for you!
I’m guilty! I’m guilty! (PLEASE) Punish me as you wish!!
And, as you push me down in the kitchen, upsetting every dish,
You yell: “I’m a bitch in the kitchen – and a (your) whore at heart!”
Well, I know, from me you’ll never, ever part!!
Because I OWN YOU – You’re MINE – and – it’s always been!

And SHE’ll smile!!! for-She-knows SHE’S TRANSCENDED-SIN! ๐Ÿ™‚

fin โค

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Each day of optimism and a smile

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Kindness
Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah ๐Ÿ‘‘

I read this in Social Media ~ THOUGHT of the Day ๐Ÿค— Interesting stuff that isn’t Facebook sharing intangible information about being Grown-up ๐Ÿค— Editor’s reply to poor Reggie ๐Ÿ˜

So sorry Reggie this post broke my heart. I wish to make this statement to all those Grown-up folk. A thought for the DAY. NOT MANY FOLK HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING GROWN-UP. Many humans did not get a chance to be Grown-up, died too early. sweetie love is available to Grown-up folk for Eternity. Being a grown-up doesn’t mean you are a feather duster. Some of the greatest gift we have is to be in love. This World today has the most beautiful GROWN-lovers on earth. Life does not end at middle age that my dear is a state of mind. The travesty is folk believe these words in this post and become those words. My Mum always said I would find one day a GROWN-UP intelligent sexy man, I wiser woman she was always right. Mum married that man. Yes he was grown-up, and I was the result of perfect love. I followed suit to be blessed with a grown-up intelligent man. For all Grownups your life to is a reality. Thank you, Reggie for opening up a debate of life’s longing to be hugged and cherished only found in the life of Grown-up life. Make this thought for the DAY inject loving pleasures my Dear ๐Ÿ’ฅ

“REVERIE WITH MY FLOATING ANGEL!”ย ~ MYSTIC POET

“REVERIE WITH MY FLOATING ANGEL!” a poem April 17-18, 2019 (Friday)

She’s confident (not defiant)! She’s cool (not cold)!
She’s courageous under pressure – but-she’s-never-too-bold!
She’s a tease-y, playful gal, who doesn’t know-’bout mean;
She’s-not-shy, but-reserved, behind her golden screen!

Her eyes AREN’T “glazing over!”
She’s-an-“introspective” L OVER!
Never “snoot-y” (pause) rather – “heritage proud;”
Emphatic! and-Certain! (pause) rather-than loud!

With critical information – she-has-to-convey;
Never-too-wordy! It’s-a-perfect “ANGEL DAY,”
For, I’m-here with my precious winged-gal;
[And-nothing’s going “wrong,” for-she-is-my “pal!”]

She’s-also-my-best-friend and she-“has-my-back;”
With-her I-am-sure, there’s-never-any-lack:
There’s-only-MY-PERFECT-ANGEL! An angel-floating-free,
And I am floating-with-her too, in “sensual reverie!”

fin โค

“THE ART OF LIVING!”~ MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿ‘‘

“THE ART OF LIVING!” a poem, a.k.a.: “You Are Your Own Magic Wand!” a.k.a.: “The Joy of Self-Acceptance!” Tuesday, April 16, 2019

We-all-want-to-MAKE-A-[LITTLE]-DIFFERENCE, to-be counted (a little) real,
Worth “something or other,” and acceptance-would-be-a-great-deal!
Kind-of like this paper plate I’m writing on (that could-have-been thrown away),
But here it is, used and needed! with ink and verse! “Hooray!”

Like the plate, wouldn’t-we relish [the idea of] being “saved” forevermore?*
Sure, for we LOVE the thought of us with value; it warms us “to the core!”

Like, when you were a little girl, your Daddy kissed-you-on the cheek,
Declaring-you his “Little Angel” and-that-you-would-NEVER-have-to-seek,
A REASON FOR YOU, for: “You’re of such value to me;
I love you so much, I do, and you give-me-ecstasy!
When I look in your eyes, I-see PURE LOVE;
When you hold my hand, I-feel – way above,
Anyone else in The World today!
Just you’re being with me – means-more than I can say!
Just you’re existence – gives mine value too!
I’ll ALWAYS LOVE YOU, and, Honey,
Love is what is true!

Until the end of time – and far beyond;
You’re my magic, little angel, with your special, magic wand!”

fin โค

    • The principle theme and hope of most religions!

Maiden Dreams

NIGHT MISTRESS !!

As she looked into his eyes,
Saw herself like fairy,
Or red glowing stars,
Equally he found himself,
Osculating her ripened youth,
Just shyness was like bars,
Throbs making advances,
Eyes already in embraces,
Virgin soul no more maiden hood holds,
Bodies totally at lark,
Transparent feelings,
A lot they hide,
Even ehcoes of breaths,
Give insideโ€™s revealings,
A little vibration,
As bodies engage in love dealings,
GLOCHERโ€™s melody consistently both of them feeding,
Tempted mind,body at desperatly at wait,
Fluctuating throbs just kidding,
He crawled inside her,
Getting her wild,
Body of her like furnace,
Releasing compressed aroma,
Sighs in full swing like tide,
Fingers hugged,exist no space,
So mutual even air cant pass
Through them in any case,
Sensual touch,intimacy so much,
Burning each other calories,
Screaming whishpers of her in his ears,
Incite him to dwell inside more,
Unzipped notions,
Unclothed intentions,
Naked burning desires,
Cohabit reaching to core,
Tingled senses no more fences,
Unbreakable organs lock,
Inside skin doors,
Downpour of romance,
Neither of two stops any moreโ€ฆ

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Dream Lover ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

Letter to my Husband ๐Ÿž

Every thing I do is for you

Look into my eyes

You will know what you mean to me

Look into your heart

You will find there is nothing there

To hide

Take me as I am

Take my life and use it

Like you can

I have sacrificed all I am

My HUSBAND is beautiful inside and out he loves me cause he knows exactly why I love him just the way he is when he’s missing me

Letter to my Husband ๐ŸŒผ

Letter to my Husband ๐Ÿ’‹

Look closer my love you are mirroring my love inside you beautiful. I am you honey as predicated, what you feel and see is a transference of our love. We are both radiate in wonder of love. I yearn to hold you, touch your skin then I shall be complete. You are me and I you. I’m always connected to you and melt down inside you you’re being. I’m always with you I call you in my sleep wishing you jut once to hold you. I have missed you for so long inside a tear runs down my face honey I found you, we are finally home together where we belong. That overwhelming warmth we both share is heaven on earth. We are completed. Sound of your voice fill my senses with a passion only we are experiencing the wonder of our cloudiness and yearning for each other. We are One my beloved darling raw, intense passion. Enjoy our journey through this sweet togetherness that only to people in love experience. To see you hear you calling me is my bliss. We are each other this is our journey through this sweet life you and me my Darling. You are and a treasure I’m your trove. Allow me to be your submissive xxx.

Letter to my husband ๐Ÿ’‹

“FULL TIME!” ~ MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿ˜

“FULL TIME!” a poem, dedicated to that special, inspirational inspiration that, although she knows all these poems are ABOUT ME, should know that many would never be – except for her blessed inspiration! a.k.a.: “Le Sigh!” April 13, 2019 (Saturday)

Even full time work doesn’t always pay [all] the bills!
So, I write poems, paint pictures, tend lawns-and-empty-“mills,”
But none of these is-REALLY “full time” work for me;
I used to “teach” school math – and practice law, you see,
Making [what I thought] was a bunch of some money,
But-was-it-FULL-TIME-work? Not-really, and-it’s-funny,
For definitions between people don’t always agree,
With what constitutes things – spec-i-fi-cally!

For, now – although I do write lots of verse,
I help out at home, but I’m-not adverse,
To working a lot and helping out friends,
And trying to stay fit – and making amends,
While singing in choirs – and-at-the-karaoke-bar;
Plus, making origami – to-sell-in-a-[little]-jar!

Yet, my “full time work” is-simply LOVING YOU;
Everything else – is subordinate to,
My relationship-with – my-“Sweetie-Pie,”
Although-she-may-not-think-so, I might ask her why,
Whenever she-[really]-needs-me, I’m USUALLY there!
Sometimes I’m late, but-seldom-tardy, but, of-course-I-do-care!

fin โค

Letter TO MY HUSBAND BEST FRIEND ๐Ÿ‘‘



Somewhere along the way

From the corner of my eye ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ

I saw you from yesterday

I hid in the corner of my favourite place

Watching you penning little words together

On scraps of paper โœ๏ธ

I knew that you were writing those verses to me

Sweet, sweet silence

Has the most delicious tingling

That flows through my body

Little moments of flirting

Dancing with a desire never committing.

Lifes desires to quickly

Slowly building bridges to join hearts and minds as one of the most beautiful, and exciting new journey through this process of claiming the desires of two hearts and two souls meshing together

Paradise won we surrendered to the sweet taste of naked skin desires to behold

Overcoming past lives leaving behind the baggage and lost in time

Joining as one

Oh, how sweet thou art

To finally find we fitted like a piece of paper laid naked

A Letter to my husband

From Kindness to her husband
Series @bestofnatureblog
Letter to my Husband ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

There is a place for all On earth ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

These third world countries have gone back to the dark ages. I was at a Lecture at Uni listening to a History Professor. What was the โ€œcauseโ€ of impoverished countries uprising against HUMANITY
Science Historians only source one common thread of HATE SPEECH. Yes Muslim Extremists within the Sect.

Muslims are not a country, and they are a Man Made Religion. (as of course all Regions are man made)

Jealously is the foundation of the Hate.

Where Humans congregate in groups predicate hostilities against HUMANITY.

All scrambling with egos needing to self dominate materialist greed.

โ€œ the richer get richer ~ the poorer get poorer and so it goes until all those that have a desire to

congregate in groups kill their own freedom.โ€

There is no greater fool than the man who self-destruct lives of all for money.

EDITOR’S COMMENTS

Next Lecture is 5 / 5 / 2019
Moving forward to save Earth.

Kindness has no Affliation with Political or Religious Denominations

God must have tears running

Down his face watching man

Destroy Earth created

For all living life.

Kindness, compassion and inspiring truth

Love conquers evil

Peace ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ

There is a place for all

On earth

Do you believe that Hate SPEACH is against the world human rights Act.
It’s your responsibility to save our beautiful Earth
For future generations
Your freedom is in dire straights
Right now
Work together to clean this Earth up from greed and
Coruption
Get your own HOUSE in order please
We are Brothers and Sisters
All one Race
THE HUMAN RACE

So be it ๐Ÿ‘‘

“PRIDE!”ย ~ MYSTIC POET

“PRIDE!” a poem April 11, 2019 [Thursday]

You did “th’ tee-tee,” an’ I’m so proud!
And, with-that-li’l-poo-poo, I’m just on-CLOUD,
NINE! – for YOU are A-MA-ZING!
Then! (Yes!) You-smiled, and-I-am-gazing,
Into-your pretty-face, I do so love!
Ooh-yeah, Honey-Chil’ You’re-my turtle-dove!

You made all-these beautiful, little sounds, and-I’ve-got-to-say:
“I LOVE WHAT YOU DO – EVERY DAY!”
Oh, LOOK! You frowned! You-furrowed-your-brow!
That is SO cute! Can-you-tell-me how,
You do the-things, the-things you do,
And NOW, you’re -silently brooding too!

When you’re bubbly, I simply can’t love you more,
Than when you’re sleeping – and you gently snore,
‘Cause every peep you make’s DIVINE!
[I-am with you! So, I’m feeling fine!]

I’m so in love with everything,
You do each day! Such joy you bring!

fin โค ๐Ÿ™‚ – Thanks to my O. A. O.!*

* – a term used at West Point, N. Y., when I was a cadet, meaning: “One & Only!”

Without you ~ MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿ’ฅ

“WITHOUT YOU HERE!” a poem April 10, 2019 {Wednesday Evening}

How terrible IN ALL THE UNIVERSE (pause) is this thing we call existence:
AWFUL! STRESSFUL! DISAPPOINTING! – There’s-a-troublesome-insistence,
Insisting that we happily – conform-to-its-next-new(?)-requirement,
Never really, really-allowing-us – to-have-a-“peaceful retirement,”
From – num-er-ous, burdensome res-ponsibilities (pause)
Which bring us- pitiably – crying, on our knees!

And all along, through this travail,
We whisper: “FREE ME! from this jail!”

And-yet TAKE HEART, You Motley Crew;
What-do-you-think -the-alternative to,
This mess is? Well-it’s-incomprehensible! Inconceivable!
It’s-DISSOLUTION! [non-being!] So, what-here’s-achievable?

Well, it’s: “Biting-the-bullet!” -some-“Boot-strap-pulling!”
“Counting your blessings!” and – Sweet, Sweet Fulfilling!
It’s admitting: “It’s a relief not-having-you-[around]-here!”
But – IT’S FAR, FAR WORSE, my-Darling, without you NEAR!

fin โค

Letter to my Husband ๐Ÿ’™

THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise,
And yours of whom I sing be such
As not the world can praise too much,
Yet ’tis your Virtue now I raise.

A virtue, like allay so gone
Throughout your form as, though that move
And draw and conquer all men’s love,
This subjects you to love of one.

Wherein you triumph yet–because
‘Tis of your flesh, and that you use
The noblest freedom, not to choose
Against or faith or honour’s laws.

But who should less expect from you?
In whom alone Love lives again:
By whom he is restored to men,
And kept and bred and brought up true.

His falling temples you have rear’d,
The wither’d garlands ta’en away;
His altars kept from that decay
That envy wish’d, and nature fear’d:

And on them burn so chaste a flame,
With so much loyalty’s expense,
As Love to acquit such excellence
Is gone himself into your name.

And you are he–the deity
To whom all lovers are design’d
That would their better objects find;
Among which faithful troop am I–

Who as an off’ring at your shrine
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine.

Which if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to shortest view;
Yet give me leave to adore in you
What I in her am grieved to want!

Letter to my Husband ๐Ÿ’‹
Letter to my Husband

“Studies Show That A Person Truly In Love Is Fearless And Can Face Anything, But True Love Is Not Something You Strive For; It Just Happens!ย  ~ Whew!” MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿ’ฅ

“I JUST WANNA!” another poem, inspired by the face of a 16-year old genius! 4-9-2019 (Tuesday) a.k.a.: “Studies Show That A Person Truly In Love Is Fearless And Can Face Anything, But True Love Is Not Something You Strive For; It Just Happens! Whew!”

SO CONFIDENT!
SO CERTAIN!
SO FRAGILE!
SO DEAR!

When-I-gaze-in-your-face, I-MUST shed-me a tear!

We’re-all: MAGNIFICENT,
BEAUTIFUL!
and-potentially-KIND!
Yet, we-don’t-give-a-“r – t’s – s s,” for-we-really-don’t-“mind,”
UNTIL TRUE-LOVE-“HITS”-US (pause) ‘SQUARE IN-THE-EYES,”
And a floodgate of waiting – and yearning – just flies,
Out from these tear ducts, for we’re ‘flooded’ with “God,”
Which-is love-hope-and-safety! My-but Isn’t-that-“odd,”
When wars, rape and hatred are always in fashion!
Mass-murders-and-genocide bring-teeth which are gnashin’,
Always waiting-for-blood, exploitation and crime!
How can this happen, when-your-sweet-love’s-“mine!”

The Sweet-God-of-Existence never-laughs at such torment,
For (s)he is EXPERIENCING all-this torture and foment!
[Is-there-need-for-such-suffering? We-keep coming back!]
Perhaps-’cause -TRUE-LOVE-can’t-exist with-out-BLACK,
STATES-OF-DISAPPOINTMENT, HEART-ACHE & PAIN!
So, is-it all worth it? or-are-we-[totally]-inane?

The movie reel REELS, and we-are-awe-stuck!
I-gaze-gently-in-your-eyes, just wanting to – – – – !
Men love to do it; women – – – – for love;
I’m sure there’s no God in no Heaven above!
However, what-do-I-know! I-just gaze in your eyes!
“You’re my f – – – – – !” [S]HE says! Must-be-true, for-I rise!
๐Ÿ™‚ – I’ve waited a lifetime, a lifetime for YOU! I-can-wait-a-little-longer! It’s just what I do!

fin โค