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AverageJoe
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
The Book of Things
They say to me in their awakening,
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
#sea
#water
#ShortStory
#learning
#wisdom
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
The Book of Things
They say to me in their awakening,
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
#sea
#water
#ShortStory
#learning
#wisdom
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
The Book of Things
They say to me in their awakening,
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
#sea
#water
#ShortStory
#learning
#wisdom
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Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
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Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
136 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
136 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
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4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
500 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
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4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
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