Sensible Advice Women Taught Me

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You start dying slowly,

If you forget how to empathize

If you don’t practice compassion,

Don’t cherish friendship,

If you forget what gratitude is,

You start dying slowly when you kill

Your love of adventure, your wish for experience

Growth, authenticity, wide-eyed vulnerability

You start dying slowly when you forget your youth

How to play, let go, and celebrate

You start dying as you forget romance

Walking everyday the same path

Keeping to yourself, wearing the same thoughts

You die slowly if you forget to mediate, appreciate

Socialize, help others, feel passionate about others

Empower, mentor, support, idealize

If you don’t stand for something you believe in

If you do not go after a dream

Of living for something completely

How can you even say you have lived?

If you do not allow yourself room for failure

At least a million times in your lifetime

Don’t pretend you have lived…

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Be open to the moment

Be open to the moment ,See what there is to see
Look with the inner eye, cleared of lifes debris
See what is here, in stark reality, not through a lens ,distorted by your memories
You have learnt, a view of the world , that’s colouring, your new experiences
Be open to the moment, see what there is to see
Could there be a different way, for you to view this reality?

Open up the box of your learned beliefs, then pick them out
One by one, shine a torch, consider, is this valid, or does it make me doubt
Does this learnt behaviour ,actually make me fail
Can I reboot it, change my reactions let common sense prevail
Be open to the moment, see what there is to see
Looking at the same scenario, our experiences make it look different to you and me.

Be open to the moment, see what there is to see
Why can’t we really view, the stark reality
Subtle layers of truth and fiction obscure the total view
Why can’t I see inside your head to get a quick review
Be open to the moment, try to be open to me
Be open to the moment as I do the same for thee.

Allowing us to move closer,viewing more of what can be.

Sending my love

Softly blown wishes, like thistledown
Carried on wings over boundless ellipses
Fluttering and floating never tied down
Quietly hushed, as they blow overhead
Valiantly hoping, they reach the right town
Willing the wind will carry them safe
Over the miles and onto your face
Changing themselves into emotions and pictures
To set you on fire with love without hitches
As my desires swirl and brim
I want you totally bewitched
Suffused with love and caught on a whim.

Oh Poetry

Poetry is the strangest beast, with various tools
Including different forms and different rules
Haiku, Tanka from the East
Syllable count, will never cease
Stanza,  sonnet, prose or rhyme choose from many new techniques

I admit to being addicted to rhyme
Straight prose to me feels like a crime
I joined a poetry society and gave it up
I seem to drink from a different cup
Too much aesthetic,  too much obscure, though the poetry maybe pure

Maybe I am simple, yes I definitely am
Need to get mind pictures, not take an exam
Poetry needs to speak to elicit a reaction
We all react to different stimuli, get our satisfaction
From high ascetic to hoi polloi something will grab us, gasp, laugh or cry

Poets try to paint, word pictures in the sky
Using words and concepts, as they try
To entertain, educate or maybe distain
The audience they hope to attract and entertain
Humour, concepts, truth and light poets try with all their might.

Your awesome poetry

I read your poetry with awe
Wanting to read ever more
It warms my heart and makes me think
Never sends me to the drink
Your laid back style
Makes me smile
Your words and thought
So carefully wrought
Can be very deep
Make connections leap
The rhythm and the tempos time
Pull one from line to line
The pictures painted sometimes stun
But that means William you have won.

Machine nightmare.

Crrunkkk, bang, rrrrrer, rooooooom,
Sounds assault my ears, vibrates the eardrums,
These threatening sounds from my kitchen come,
Oh wow a ravening  beast, or gremlin glum,
Should I investigate or panic and run?

Send the husband seems the best plan,
Me two steps behind, the dutiful wife’s stand,
The washing machine is groaning like a death rattle band,
Scooting across the floor , dancing, cavorting almost doing hand stands,
Husband grabs and hits the stop, half way through the cycle, happy not.

Scratch the head, what to do, take its temperature, pat it’s frame,
Try to restart, talk nicely,play it’s game,
Now it’s sulking refusing to spin, making whirring noises, to its shame,
Not quite dead, but not quite alive, it’s draining the water, easing the strain,
Damp English day, sopping wet sheets, oh what a pain!

Now the debate, repair or new, generates a family discussion or two,
The repairman arrives, nodding head, presses buttons does a review,
The drum goes round, no horrid noise, looking promising from his point of view,
Let’s do a test and fill if full, more than than that, a thorough overview,
Crrunk, bang, r rrrer, roooom.

Washer off ,to a new resting place,
Me not feeling full of grace,
Sopping washing by the ton, no where near enough drying space,
Order new, but have to wait, will take a few days to replace,
Go in the kitchen big empty space.

Crrunk, rrrrrer, bang,roooom,  I wake in fear,
Laying in bed I hear it clear,
A ghostly haunting very queer.

The pool dilemma

The pool won’t clear what a to do
Have now tried Chemicals of every sort and hue
Have hovered the bottom and used particulate
I think it’s now chemical soup, is that a mistake
It’s now blue but milky, can’t make it shift
Called in the experts they didn’t change the drift
Standing round the pool they stood and scratched their heads
Tested the water nothing to report, trying special cleaning threads
All comes to naught
Frustration building, time to try a totally different tack
Throw off the clothes try a mystic attack
It’s one in the morning, it’s dark in the night
Don has his torch, drawing spells in its light
The cloudiness clearing his pool will appear
He’s chanting and gesticulating looking quite queer
His alchemy working in the morning light
The grin on his face pure delight.

Perspective

World expanding ,hovering somewhere near the sun
Reviewing hopes and fantasies, nearly come undone
Exponential, Epoch, Elevates and Energised
Willing, Wit, Wisdom try to be Wise
Fulfillment, Functioning, Feelings helps life Flow
Growing, Gentle, Gratitude learning how to glow
Turning self belief into a better way to live
Changing my perspective learning how to thrive.

Memories

It’s the little things that make the memories
The simple things that warm the heart
I see you in life’s treasuries
The clear blue sky, the swing in the park
You pop in my mind as I buy the cream
When I open my bag and find a note
Stopping for petrol, reminds me of a dream
Just a reminder that on you I dote
It’s the ring in the cup, left for luck
The pile of leaves like on our autumn walks
A Sherbet Dip Dab that you smile as you suck
The song on the radio that makes you talk
Triggers that set me thinking of you
Pulled from the memories that we have made
Making me smile refreshing my view.