A Flashback Reaction

When father and daughter had words
contracting muscles in my face
felt like worms crawling
under my skin

Daughter conceded, father was right,
muscles relaxed, back to normal,
a flashback reaction
to early youth

When I held my fingers in my ears
as mother and father conversed
in angry words, grating
on my nerves…

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Joy of Delight! 5.30.2009

I feel the presence of angels
around me today, hearing the
whisper of soft melodies, I feel
the touch of love in the sunshine,
I see a sky more sapphire than
ever before, shining emerald trees
in crisp morning air, a sun more
golden and beautiful than ever
seen before – this day has been
made in paradise, come spend
time in the sunshine outside
and glory in the joy of delight!

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A: Run, Run Like The Wind

Run, run like the wind
catch a fast car stopping
outside that will rush to
pick up the kids, then
speeding on, to pick up
the other car from the
garage, a mad dash at
break-neck speed to beat
the afternoon traffic today
in total confusion, leave
early, grab your cell-phone
no moment to lose, the
car cannot wait, if you’re
late, there is havoc in
Wonderland make haste,
make haste!

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Feelings: Well Worth It

Feeling bad for
chocolate and sweets
and all things
nice, but curry?

not worth pain
for a taste mundane -
you wanted curry
it's not reasonable

to inflict it on me
knowing the sequel; I
can’t eat it, and now
the pills don’t work

I’m stuck in pain,
should you make curry
again, I’ll settle
for a big Chocolate cake

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Please Reinstate Me Amongst Common Humanity

Oh, bring back my happiness
based on golden sunshine
green and yellow leaves
bathed in a golden light
against a beautiful
clear blue sky – take away
the gnawing fear
that these inabilities
you identified – to
manage a home
tidy and decorate,
makes me less
than a human being,
takes away my right
to be happy and content
in the golden autumn sunshine,
please reinstate me
amongst common
humanity…

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Fairy Wings On My Glasses

The golden sun of the morning
turned into a silver shine in the sky
forming fairy wings on my glasses
and fairy wings in my eyes

The dark blue of the dawn's
backdropp sky is lightened by silver
shining with a softer, kinder
lovelier hue

I love being alive as I run about
in this beautiful world, magnificent glory
no more fear in the morning
Song of Songs is coming alive

In my heart, making my spirit
soar!

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Held Prisoner In Underground Bunker 5.10.2008

Reading Stephen O’Brien, stating radio and
television are advised by governing bodies
to treat clairvoyance skeptically as
pure entertainment

Preventing the unthinking public from considering
its far-reaching claims, a public made up of
disciplinarians whose freedom has been
taken away

All held prisoner in the underground bunker of
their mind’s dungeon - the media providing
the imprisoning
ideas…

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Killed The Whole Lot

Today I went mad with anger – a group of
beautiful models posed naked for a magazine
in a bid to stop rape and violence against women
and kids – the idiotic, irrational stupidity of this
left me speechless – so women should be able
to walk about semi-naked or not dressed at all,
and any warm-blooded man who lost his self-
control should be shot on the spot? If I were a
man, I would have killed the whole lot!

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2010/05/11 Warm Organ Fugues

The strong silver sun of today dazzling bright
changing trees into shimmering green, framing
everything in glittering shafts of explosive light
suddenly subdued, enveloping the world with a
soft golden sheen

The visual beauty becoming tactile, becoming a
song, silver notes of Saint-Saëns, fishes swim-
ming, growing into Bach’s warm organ fugues,
sunbeams dancing to Boccherini’s minuet softly
folding into Peer Gynt…

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Magic Never Runs Out

The words “Magic Flute” delighted me when
I was small, I ran about with shiny objects as
Magic Flutes, little cars as Magic Dinky Toys,
a long stick covered in foil was my Magic Wand,
I always carry a toy endowed with Magic Powers
by me, a beautiful children’s book is my talisman,
a guarantee that magic never runs out; an ethereal
fairy, an array of miniature birds, a dragonfly sitting
on my computer, create all the magic I need…

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