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‘This Too Shall Pass’

The fabled Persian King paced and paced then, councelled his wise men to write him something that would always be in view. Something which should be true and appropriate in all times, in all given situations and would show that material conditions, positive or negative, are purely temporary. They gave him a ring so inscribed and built an arch in his perfumed garden, aware that each time he passed beneath it on his daily exercise in either direction he would see their wise inscription thus, leaving him always hopeful. And the sign read above his head: “This, too, shall pass away.”

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According to the legend, the wise men the Persian king commanded made him a ring enscribed with this quote. I took a liberty with the fable and added an archway he could walk beneath and read it from both sides, too.

Shared with Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus (100 words + ‘and the sign read’)

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WORDLE WHIM

The world can wait because I can’t resist
the thought of words that speak
in rhyme.
A poem that flows through a river
of thought, of natural twisted instinct
from a busy heated mind a buzz with noise
and oft times galloping logic
that fluttered in on a wordle whim.

~*~

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Shared at The Sunday Whirl Wordle #12

Legends of Love

LEGENDS OF LOVE

I gaze into the blue beyond the known
upon halls of wonder
where history was written
on walls that hold
the silence well
still,
painted scars show a past
of passionate days
gone all too quickly

and,

rising mist clears its shroud
revealing tales of derring-do
that endure in legends of
love and of heros.

Two became one in an
unwinding stream of
poetry in pictures and
artistic waves of love
that sailed straight from the heart
crossed a sea in twilight
to disappear into the
bluest land of forever
somewhere,
in the deepest caverns
of the mind.

~**~

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I loved this picture as soon as I saw it,  basically because it’s mostly blue and you won’t know it, but blue has always been my favourtie colour. (I think) the picture also conjours up a little magic and mystery too?
This made me think of all the ancient cave paintings they’ve discovered in caves all over the world now dating back in time through millennia, because of course, by word of mouth or, pictures at that time, were the only way to hand their strories down through the generations.

Shared at Poets United (prompt: Reading)
Poetry Pot Luck #43
Blue Monday
One Single Impression #171 endure

Growing

GROWING

Smiling,
she pats the soil
Oh, so tenderly.
knowing there’s magic
in there somewhere
but, not quite what it
will be.

She whispers loving thoughts
sings her hopes and dreams
gives them to the leaves
adds a silent wish
may she watch them grow
as she will
and that one day
they’ll be trees

~*~

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Shared with Bluebell Books, (Write for Children Week #5)
And with G-Man’s Friday Flash 55

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On Forgiveness

ON FORGIVENESS

I forgive you for leaving
when you promised me you’d stay
The tapestry of destiny was
woven to this day

For me to see all the colours
that have enriched my life
the laughter and the joys
the sorrows and the strife.

I forgive you for the painful path
I have walked along.

I forgive you for the heartache
my soul has touched upon.

I forgive you for so many things
ask, that you would do the same.

In the quiet strength of meekness
hold my head up high
…and
turn my cheek, again.

~**~

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Shared at Friday Night Writers (Forgiven)
And Poets United Poetry Pantry #56

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Frozen in Stone

FROZEN IN STONE

Harpist’s glide their fingertips
light, across the strings
touch a thousand cords
and touch but one, in me.
The purest sound of
Heaven’s tender sighs
and,
I listen, mesmerised.

Even now,

I weep for you
for me,
in trickles that fall
from those pools in my eyes.

For,

the sad moments
the best moments
those perfect moments

and,

If forever was frozen in stone
love could still leave a stain
that history would never
wash away.

~**~

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Shared with Poets United Thursday Think Tank #56 (Promt, Reading)
And Thursday Poets Rally week #48 (When it opens)

The pic is of something that’s always intrigued me. The Rosetta Stone.
Three ancient languages all on that one tablet. Amazing!
The top section contains ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, the middle portion, Demotic
(a lower class, everyday Egyptian script) and the lowest portion is Ancient Greek.
Because it presents essentially the same text in all three scripts
(with some differences between them), it provided the key to the modern understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Always loved his(her)story

The prose is a mix of thoughts of how stone contains a ‘history’ all of its own, with or without writing on it and, what stories it could tell if it could speak but also, that (Unlike paperback books) something written in stone is very hard to erase even through millennia.

*Still working my way around this new WP.org settings. It seems to free spam checker was telling people that a one word comment wasn’t long enough *Rolls eyes* So, I got rid of it and went over to akismet to check for spam again. Hope it didn’t put anyone off from leaving any comments.

Bren

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Eternal Symphony

A slow motion glance
held me

…entranced.

Eyes that spoke a million words
yet lips that spake, not one.

Love does not cease
when one ceases to be.

Passion still stokes the poets fire
and heat, rising
licks a lovers flame
where nasty thoughts
are banished
across the deserts barren
waste.

We can always rise above it all
on hopes new wings
and breathe through nights
starry silent
gliding gently into the
dreams of day.

No,

in love there is never a goodbye
for,
in showers of wide open blessings
love is an eternal symphony.

~*~

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Shared at Three Word Wednesday
And Poets United Poetry Pantry #56

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Siren

SIREN

In storm tossed seas
a wreck of weakened limbs
toss themselves once more
…forward

through white flossed flecks
of spitting foam and wild waves
amidst gulps and gasps and clasps
that smash them into the
unforgiving rocks and sends
them swiftly on their way once more
back into the drowning affray.

In fading light
the wind turned again
clears the way to
fresh holds to grasp as hope flew
in circles of light
and fate answered a
siren call.

~*~

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Naughty Sirens luring men to their doom~!  Lol

Shared at The Sunday Whirl Wordle #11
and Poets United Poetry Pantry #56
And One shot Wednesday week#53

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My Friend My Rock

 

MY FRIEND MY ROCK

You are my rock.

The strength I need when
people I meet bring me to my knees
I cannot hitch myself back up
and anxiety feeds well upon
my fears.

You are my one sane moment in time.

My truest friend indeed who’s
there whenever pity’s tears
soak my pillows with the
sorrows of dreaded tomorrows
and thoughts of pains yet
to come.

You are my sanctuary.

My island in life’s
roughest sea.

My harbour lies in the
strength of your loving arms and
my heart dwells inside the
safety of your canon
walls.

You are my soft rain fall.
The one who cools my
heated mind.

The smoothness over the
cracked paving slabs of
my life

And, the promised breath
of spring-time after winter’s
bitter strife.

Where would I be without
your love…

I’ll never know….

Because you love me
like a rock and
will never let me
go.

My candle burns at both ends
because you and I
…are friends.

~*~

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Shared with Poetry Pot Luck #42
And Carry on Tuesday #112
And Poets United Poetry Pantry #56
And Sunday Scribblings #274 Hitch
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Ponderings

Sometimes I’m so lost
…still.
Yet,
other times I see it all
with such clarity.

As clear as bells toll
their echoing peals across the water’s
vast expanse of past and
future time.

Touching without touch
I feel the invisible, and
know the impossible
of translucent love.

Now,
I have time to think
to breathe
to heal
to be

and, I
the lonely island
offer no resistance in
owning all
I’ve learned.

Ignoring the abyss
I chose to swim to where
waves and clouds unite in
flirtacious summer dance as
each kisses the other
like long lost lovers in
that reaching.

I too
feel the ethereal embrace
as a love I no longer see
wraps arms around
this quiet beating heart
and,
I give leave to set my mind
free once more to its
peaceful ponderings.

~**~

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Shared at Poetry Pot Luck Week #42

Well, I’ve moved over to WP.org. It seemed to be extremely painless. Hope it all works well for you, too.
Will be playing catch up.
Congratulations to the winners of the Bluebell awards, all well deserved!

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Peaceful Ponderings

PONDERINGS

Sometimes I’m so lost
…still.
Yet,
other times I see it all
with such clarity.

As clear as bells toll
their echoing peals across the water’s
vast expanse of past and
future time.

Touching without touch
I feel the invisible, and
know the impossible
of translucent love.

Now,
I have time to think
to breathe
to heal
to be

and, I
the lonely island
offer no resistance in
owning all
I’ve learned.

Ignoring the abyss
I chose to swim to where
waves and clouds unite in
flirtacious summer dance as
each kisses the other
like long lost lovers in
that reaching.

I too
feel the ethereal embrace
as a love I no longer see
wraps arms around
this quiet beating heart
and,
I give leave to set my mind
free once more to its
peaceful ponderings.

~**~

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