A Loving Perspective (Revised)
Doing the right thing for the
wrong reasons works like a
charm - life then teaches
good intentions may have
disastrous consequences
We are free to pursue our
happiness constrained by
justice and consideration
but society may not allow
this as reasonable intent
So I am a dreamer looking
at the magnificent potential
hidden within reality, divine
ideals always shine - like
light of loving perspective
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Crocheted
With only the dramatic art of Lease Agreements
to tether my mind, my thoughts flew away to the
mathematics of crafts – coral reefs are crocheted,
the atmosphere is knit and some even fold a stop
sign into a pair of pants - at the intersection of
math and handicraft
Confirming my suspicion that the fine art of knitting
cables in multicoloured, many-layered wool - can be
used to represent Many Worlds Theory!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Childhood Decisions
Isn't it wonderful, faced with unbearable
circumstances, I fell back to childhood
decisions how to deal with loneliness
and pain, seems to me we make up
our minds once and for all when
we are small
The rest is just window-dressing to pass
the time, I have never deviated from any
course I decided upon as a child, have
you and how did it feel? I'm not sure
I understand myself, much less the
world around me…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Heavenly Enchantment (Revised)
Pleasured in a kitchen’s heavenly
enchantment, washed dishes to classical
music’s accompaniment, heart fortified
by the dream I cherish within
Graced in golden reflections shaped
by sunbeams’ radiance on walls, green
hues so beautiful I float lightly within
the softened embrace of my dream
Empowered by this ethereal vision,
drifting in a current strong enough
to carry me across the stream
of a duty-bound life
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Steer The Dream
The dance - a Viennese waltz, the
dancers changed, became dancing
dolls in my eyes, a myriad imaginary
possibilities for dreaming, the dance
being a symbol of perfection, too
beautiful to be only seen once
I must see it again to rekindle the
dream, in these moments I forget
myself and enter a new universe,
my soul breaks free from physical
being and I can steer the dream
into understanding of things
I could never fathom on earth
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An Underwater Cave
Brought sea shells and sea
spray and dewdrops into the
office and created a beach
scene on my coat hanger
With silver sparkles in soft
shimmering sand formed by
a novelty scarf, sailing ships
on my stickers in bluish pastels
Creating a feeling of mysterious
misty conditions, treasures in a
silver urn change this into an
underwater cave as in The
Arabian Nights - the perfect
moment to stop time to
remain in a state of
delight
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No Progress Unless
A movie from 1966
a real period piece
late, I cannot sleep
due to the allergy
so horrible, I do not
wish it on my enemy
Cannot lie down at all
only on the cold floor
dreaming is not easy
when I feel ill; spiritual
purpose of suffering is
never to suffer again
I am not making much
progress unless reading
Seth Speaks for esoteric
information on multidi-
mensional conscious-
ness and reality
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The Ideal (Revised)
Beauty of ‘The Ideal’, a dream of
wonder – needs no surreal reality
disposed to be enchanting
Cultures which conceived of the
magic created by an amazing
and unique human being
Any vision that creates inspirational
delight of people united in desire
for love and peace
Any delineation of such an infinitely
uplifting principle as - Do unto others
as you would have them do unto you –
brings wonder and joy
to the human heart…
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Noon Sun
No melody today, only a few sad notes,
a minor and b played over and over, not
even a vibrating chord to resonate, no
song anywhere, a grey state of affairs,
my ears are sore, my brain is closed
The noon sun is weak, can’t keep light in
my eyes; can’t see the beginning, only aware
of the end, wishing for sleep, I would give any-
thing for the sweet sound which created the
universe, I would give anything for -
The sound of your voice…
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Treasured And Adored
Watching you with adoring eyes
preparing oxtail with expertise
braising after seasoning, following
recipes, adding Merlot contrary
to cook's directive
While your loving care brings total
absolution of a million sins - all
impatience and harsh remarks
forgotten, all differences and
arguments buried
As you show your sterling core of
sweetness jumping around in the
kitchen - you shall always be
treasured and adored
For Martin 8 April 2012
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