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Letter to my husband ๐Ÿ’™

Letter to my Husband
You are the reason I breathe
You love me just the way I am
When I’m lost you remind me to breathe
You are the reason we fit
My husband is perfectly suited to me cause
He knows exactly why I love him just the way he is when he’s smiling with that look in his eyes
I’m a wild card
I give in
Oh my goodness gracious, knocked out again Sir Brilliant feeling ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’ฅโค
Thank you Honey ๐Ÿ˜



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American Native Indian

In the distance of my years I cover myself with time like a blanket which enfolds me with the layers of my life. What can I tell you except that I have been everywhere and nowhere. What can I except that I have not begun my journey now that it is through? All that I am and all that I am yet to be lies within me now this way. There’s a young boy in me traveling East with the Eagle which taught me to see far and wide. The Eagle took his distance and said, โ€œthere is time to rise above so that you don’t think your small world too important. There is a time to set your vision toward the sky.
There is a young girl in me traveling West with the Bear which taught me how to look inside. The Bear stood by himself and said, โ€œThere is a time for being alone so that you do not take on the appearance of your friends. There’s a time for being at home with yourself.
There is the old man with me traveling North with the Bison which taught me wisdom. The Bison disappeared and said, โ€œthere is a time for believing in nothing so that you do not speak what you have already heard. There is a time for keeping silent.โ€
There is the old woman in me traveling South with the Mouse which taught me my limitations. The Mouse lay near to the ground and and said, โ€œthere is a time for taking comfort in the small things so that you do not feel forgotten in the night. There is a time for enjoying the worm.โ€
That’s the way it was, is, and will continue with the Eagle, the Bear, the Bison, and the Mouse joined with me in ALL directions to form the circle of my life. I am an Eagle. The small world laughs at my deeds but the Great Sky keeps to itself my thoughts of immortality. I am a Bear. In my solitude I resemble the Wind. I blow the clouds together so that they form images of my friends. I am a Bison. My voice echoes in my mouth. All that I have learned I share with the smoke of my fire.
I am a Mouse.
The World lies just beneath my nose.
Every time I journey to the horizon I find a hole instead.

A New Day ๐Ÿ’ฅ breathe ~ smile ~ maybe you need to hear this right now ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Or you can watch the video here!

“IF!”ย ~MYSTIC POET โœŒ

“IF!” a poem a.k.a.: “Yes, It’s ME, Bad, Ol’ Distressing Me!!” March 21, 2019 [Th.]๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค 

IF I was more loving and kind, I could say and do BETTER THINGS!
But, owing to “the bad way I AM,” my life, it only brings,
Distress! to-you, my perfect Miss Stress – ๐Ÿค— and I-am awfully sad,
That AFTER DECADES OF “TRAINING,” I’m-not-yet “a loving lad!!”๐Ÿ™„

FOR: “LOVING IS, AS LOVING DOES!” &-YOU-know what-I-SHOULD-do,
So-that I-might “appropriately behave,” so-as-NEVER to-make-you “blue!”๐Ÿค

It’s funny! The-harder that-I-try to-live-up-to YOUR-“ideal,”
“The-more-tied-up-in-knots-I-become!” IF-ONLY-WE-TWO-COULD-FEEL,
AND THINK THE SAME! Then, wouldn’t -life-be-such-a-“wonderful”-deal(?)๐Ÿ˜Š
WHY’D “GOD’ MAKE TWO, WHEN ONE IS FINE? Let’s “re-invent the wheel,”
For, you know “BEST,” i.e.: the-way-things-should “rightly be!”
Gosh! It must be GRAND – to-be-YOU, being-able-to-correct BAD ME! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Tee, hee!๐Ÿ˜

I-would-a blown up This Place – a long time ago,๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ
‘Cause of HOW MUCH IT-HAS HURT YOU, but! [Thank Goodness!] Now, we know,
WE ARE THE ARCHITECTS OF WHAT OCCURS!
It’s hard to imagine – but, sometimes! our “over-reactivity” blurs,”๐Ÿค”
The FACT – that WE-are-the-ones-that ORCHESTRATE,
ALL THESE EVENTS! and – Our-thoughts-seem (ALWAYS) too late,
For, long before we PLOT – how to avoid the next “pit,”
THE EVENT-HAS-OCCURRED! So, now, let’s just sit,
And laugh at The Mystery – and cry a few tears,
OR! We-can-just – KEEP-POINTING-AT-“SOME-CAUSE,” & courting-our-fears!๐Ÿ˜‰

fin โค

“OWNERSHIP!”

“OWNERSHIP!” a poem a.k.a.: “You’re The Only Possession I Cherish & I Am Yours!” March 21, 2019 [Thursday]

Your can “OWN” Texas-land-and-cars, diamond-studs-and-rubies,
And-I’ll-get-them-ALL-for-YOU – from-The-Folks-who USED-TO-BE-“boobies,”
For THEY ALL KNOW – that:-“ownership’s a-big res-pon-si-bi-li-ty,”
So they were really “pleased as punch” to hand-it-all-over to-me,
To take control of all that STUFF, that many crave and wish-for,
But – lemme-tell-you, Honey! “Owned-things create-a FIS -SURE”
A BIG “CRACK” IN ONE’S LIFE, REQUIRING CONSTANT “FILLING IN,”
And, with all the responsibility-and-worry, you-REALLY – never win!!

Besides, my Love – This concept – of ownership and rule,
Is REALLY! oh, so laughable! It-def’nitely – ain’t “cool,”
To think of HAVING – any-thing! especially-YOU, my Sweet,
For-YOU BELONG-TO-THE-UNIVERSE! You’re-“on-loan!” So-come; let’s eat,
On our rented table – in our borrow tent,
Saying-prayers-to-each-other, for WE-ARE HEAVEN SENT,
Sent-here -to-make-some-Heaven, and change some points of view!

“EVERYONE OWNS EVERYTHING!”
And-“NOTHING-is PAST DUE!”

fin โค

“REVERSE PINOCCHIO!”ย ๐Ÿค— Mystic POET

“REVERSE PINOCCHIO!” a poem a.k.a.: “It’s Always Best To Be A Dummy For The One Who Loves You, Rather Than A Manikin Of The World!” a.k.a.: “I Used To Be A Manikin, But Now I’m Just Your Big Dummy, But I Am Not Complaining! I’m Celebrating!” March 21, 2019 [Thor’s Daze!] for: March, “Are You A Robot!?” month!

I used to be A REAL BOY – named “WILLiam,” and I-KNEW-I-had “free WILL,”
And I was quite The PRINCE-ly Lad, AND-also, really! “quite the pill!”
But-then I-rea-lized: I-WAS A-PROGRAMMED-AUTO-MA-TON!?
“Are You A Robot?” “Yes, I AM! just-a-NON-HUMAN PAWN!”

I USED TO DETERMINE MY “DESTINY!” I-had “REAL days” and a plan,
Back THEN – I-was-first: a child! Then! I BECAME A MAN!!!!
I got me a job – a honey – and a-spiffy, fast sports car;
I could hold my head high – and make women cry – when I went in – to The Bar,
With nice jewelry – and a clean shirt, which my-honey-always-washed,
And-women-often-said: “HE’S A REAL MAN!” but, NOW, I know I’ve lost,
My status! – and – My position! — I AM – just A WOODEN BOY,
Just-a-sniffin’-in-your-bed, my Love! No-longer-“The-Real-McCoy!!”

I AM – YOUR wooden lapdog, baby – in the morning, I’m-just mourning – would
Have-no-longer control over my body I-used-to-be-proud, and I stood,
For – SOMETHING REAL! and IMPORTANT! and, of course, RESPECT-tABLE,
But, NOW, I’m-only-a-“Wooden-Indian,” Dog-Drooling, ’cause you’re so delec-table!

fin โค

Thought of the Day if you dare to wallow ~ get out of the comfort zone โœŒ

Dare yourself to wallow on what lies beyond the familiar. Never let mediocrity be your identity. Remember, opportunities don’t always come knocking at your door, so huddle all the grit that you have within to take that first step away from what you’re accustomed to. If you are daunted in facing the unknown and unfamiliar, I’m telling you this, “end it now” or you’ll wake up one morning in another twenty years wondering where the time went and you’ll just find yourself in the same exact spot with all the “WHAT IFs?” in mind…
For once, let RISK and DARE be your language

“DOOM, GLOOM, B[L]OOM?”ย ๐Ÿค—

“DOOM, GLOOM, B[L]OOM?” a poem March 20, 2019 (Wednesday)

You’re THE BLOSSOM OF THE UNIVERSE, with the freshest look & scent;

You are EXTRA-ORD-IN-ARY! You-are EVERYTHING I’ve meant,

To aspire-to! Yes, YOU! on-each-occasion of-my-life,

Although THERE’S DOOM UPON YOUR LIPS! plus-discouragement-and-strife,

Just below “that reservoir” – of dark and murky “stuff,”

Is the glory and excitement of-your-life! I-can’t-get-enough,

OF SEEING THROUGH THE CAMOUFLAGE – of bit-ter disa-ppointment,

Where gleaming, shining, glorious dreams – just need a little “ointment,”

To heal-up NOW & ALWAYS – toward-a happy, mirthful humor!

I think your nickname maybe-should-be: “THE DOOMY-GLOOMY-B[L]OOMER,”

Exploding WITH SUCH SADNESS, that Darkness-will-run-and-hide!

“Dang!” IT says, ” and-WE-really-thought – we-were-taking-him-for-“the-ride!”

fin <3๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜

Word for Wednesday – ZELIG ๐Ÿค—

Word for Wednesday – ZELIG
A person who is able to change their appearance, behaviour or attitudes, so as to be comfortable in any situation.

AMERICA ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ whoa ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

“MOST BEAUTIFUL!” ~ MYSTIC POET

“MOST BEAUTIFUL!” a poem a. k. a. : “Holy Smokes!” March 19, 2019 (Tuesday)

HOLY SMOKES! The most beautiful girl in The World is with me NOW!

I’m so dang excited! and I don’t-know HOW,

This could-have happened, BUT! There’s my baby,

And I’m crazy in love – and That ain’t no-maybe!

She’s ALWAYS with me – The Most Beautiful Girl of ALL;

I am ecstatic! and we’re having us a ball,

‘Cause I think – SHE’S-PERFECT IN EVERY WAY,

And I am WITH HER, each and every day!

Why is SHE always with me? I haven’t a clue!

But The Most Beautiful Girl in The Whole, Wide World – IS ALWAYS YOU! ๐Ÿ™‚ – oo!

fin โค

“FREEDOM IN MODERN CULTURE!”~ MYSTIC POET

“FREEDOM IN MODERN CULTURE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Calm Down! The Kingdom of Warm Cuddles [My Ideal] Is Found In All Tearful Puddles!” a.k.a.: “The Freedom Of Silly Love Poems!” March 19, 2019 [Tuesday]

Cell phone devices, including televisions!
Hospitals and clinics, with governmental decisions,
Regulating schools, transport and The Law,
And all the cries of “Freedom” to the drones of “Ra! Ra! Ra!”

The folks are-flocking nightly – to restau-rants and bars!

This-here’s quite The World – with-depen-dency on cars,
And market exploitation, with your taxes coming due!
Licenses! and Regu-lations! Who you gonna sue?
To get what-you-think-is “owed-you,” Well, no one’s gonna pay!!

I JUST LOVE “THE FREEDOM” WE’RE-ALL “SOLD” TODAY!

By pharmaceutical companies – and-“insurance” fear pedd -lers,
And all the calls and ads – by-ill-intentioned medd-l-ers,
From India or some place – they CALL “The PHILlipines;”
Well, “PHIL” means “love(?)” my Darling, but no one really gleans,
That ALL THE CLEANING that gets done – happens to your wallet!
“FREEDOM,” I guess, is-anything – That you wanna call it!!

MY FREEDOM? = Time-with-YOU! and-thinking-of-you -all-day!
And there is ONLY ONE – to whom I might just pray:
It’s-TO-YOUR-THOUGHT! It’ll-set-me-FREE – &-always take me HOME!
YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH ME – in every silly poem!

That’s-the-only-[true]-FREEDOM – that I really spy!
Otherwise, it’s people – just living a BIG lie,
Using FREEDOM as-just-a-silly-word that they like “to throw,
Around”-the-streets-of-your-home-town, where FEAR’s in love with WOE!

I conclude: MOST WORDS? NO MEANING! but – hugs and kisses will,
Soon-usurp-lies, for-in-My-Kingdom – WARM’s displacing “chill!” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Woah!

fin โค

Another good Irish one ~ Did you KNOW ๐Ÿ™„

Another good Irish one

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

‘I want to repay you,’ said the nobleman. ‘You saved my son’s life.’

‘No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,’ the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel.

‘Is that your son?’ the nobleman asked.
‘Yes,’ the farmer replied proudly.

‘I’ll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.’ And that he did.

Farmer Fleming’s son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman’s son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill . His son’s name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don’t need the money.

Love like you’ve never been hurt.

Dance like nobody’s watching.

Sing like nobody’s listening.

Live like it’s Heaven on Earth.

It’s National Friendship Week Send this to everyone you consider A FRIEND.

Pass this on, and brighten some ones day.

AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH:

I hope it works…

May there always be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your windowpane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

and may you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.

Now…..Make A wish!! I hope you made your wish!

years good luck!!!

Thought of the day๐Ÿ˜

The Last Word

The Last Word

โ€œPeople are what matters and how you treat them determines what kind of a creature you are – a conscientious human being or a mere human-looking animal.โ€ โ€• Abhijit Naskar,

“ANGEL REPORTS”Mystic POET

“I DON’T KNOW ABOUT HEAVEN, BUT I DO BELIEVE IN [THE] ANGELS [AND DEMONS]!” a poem March 14, 2019 [Thursday]

“ANGEL REPORTS” suggest: “The Voice of God – is warm and calm,”
Sorta-like – the-voice-of – Your Dear, Ol’ Mom,
Who always talked slow! and-sweet-to-ease-your-troubled-mind;
Chattering talk – comes from others! This, we find:
They communicate – to tire! not too inspire,
To simply derive energy, like a ravenous va-am-py-re,
Or a hungry ghost, who comes – as-a-“succubus!”

Is it ancient Lilith? or Kali? keeping up – traditional fuss,
IF – SHE don’t get her way – which is to “suck you dry!?!”
[She may never stop! even-with-tears-in-her-eye!]

IS (S)HE YOUR BEST FRIEND? OR YOUR MOST LETHAL FOE?
[Only time might [possibly] help-you, Dear Friends, that you-may truly know!]

KALI exists! in ALL of us,
And WILL control The Host, while (s)he’ll lovingly “cuss,”
IF she’s not fed! (and it’s NOT with human “bread,”)
But with THE BREAD OF LIFE – to your breasts She is led!
She WILL consume forever, all she can,
As long as it takes – SHE HAS NO PLAN,
Except – to consume and deplete – in The Name of Love,
Only to be limited! by Holy Spirit (from Above?)

Try to be friends [with HER] – IF she will,
Allow you “entrance,” but she wants to kill,
And eat “the proceeds,” with no subtle intent!
She so wants TO FEED – and empty your tent!

TEST HER INTENT – TO FIND IF TRUE LOVE’S THERE;
HOLD HER! LOVE HER! SHOW HER YOU CARE! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Yeah!

fin โค

Angels come in many different forms

“WHAT CAN LOVE SAY?ย  OR DO?”

“WHAT CAN LOVE SAY? OR DO?” a poem March 13, 2019 (Wednesday)

“I-WILL-AC-CEPT-YOU (as-you-are)-Here-&-Now – and not abandon or deny!”
This is Love’s pledge! There’s NO NEED – to-wonder why!
You never need change – to another thing or way;
Love is content – and can gaze at you all day!
There is NO “I’ll-leave-you-’til-you-become-that-which-I-know-you-can-be!”
&-NO “I will help change you – by removing That Stuff! I’m-tolerant; you’ll see!”
These notions have a sort-of “mass appeal,”
BUT NOT FOR TRUE LOVE – So, let us kneel:
When I was 7 or 8, at my door TRUE-LOVE did I see!
“Well, there you are? Where-you-been, since-I-was-2-or-3?
and before then? Did I spy you? in-my nur-ser-y!”
“I’m always knocking!” said-“Little-Blue-Love,” quite-lov-ing-ly.
“Oh, no!” said I; “you’ve NOT been knocking, or else I’d-a-spied,
Your little self – for you’re SO blue – and short and wide!”
“So conspicuous I AM,” Love then said,
“When you spy me – at your door – or at the foot of your bed!?
But I ASSURE YOU – It’s all that I can do,
I JUST KEEP KNOCKING, for I’m small & weak & short & blue!”
{I never did hear LOVE criticize my way,
Or form or temper – and sometimes we’d spend all day,
Being fascinated – with everything that shimmered and moved;
I loved my “loving days” with Love, and, until-at-least-10, we really grooved!
Then, one day, ’twas POOF! and LOVE I did not see,
For years – for decades – and then life had pass-eth-ed me},
With school and shopping – and love! of this life:
Family & funerals & jobs – to-“the drum and the fife,”
Where ne’er is a moment, to-even try to simmer down,
Or-to savor or smile – There’s no laughter, from-responsibility’s-“frown!”
Until – on Death’s Bed, I looked – CLEAR!-around,
And LOVE (just the same!) WAS WHO I FOUND!
“Where have you been, my Little, Blue Friend?”
“ALWAYS KNOCKING! (pause) Waiting – for ‘some end,’
Of your latest ‘project’ or notion or ‘plan’ – or idea,
EVER-Knocking! You-knew- you-could-count -on-a-me-a –
To be HERE! for-“I,” “LOVE” to-be -next-to-you,
For eternity! Waiting for your eyes’ color – to turn to “loving blue!”
Tears then did well-up, for LOVE’S “pri-or-it-y,”
And I was young again! “Oh, Lord, oh, Lord-Lord-y!”
So, I made MY pledge to LOVE: “TO NOT ALLOW THE WORLD’S ‘TINSEL BAND,’
TO EVER OBSCURE LOVE’S-GENTLE-KNOCKING WITH-HER GENTLE HAND!” fin โค

That’s what true love is all about โคโค