home-brewed tonic
transforms small personalities
wakens the giant
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Well in that case … I am currently the Jolly Green Giant! HUGE (and mildly flying). hehe. Lovely Haiku Paul.
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ha ha – living large, are we?
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LOL (in my own mind). đ
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Another classic in your own inimitable style!
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cheers, sir michael
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Works for me everyday! Clever, Paul đ
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couldn’t get by without it
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I don’t do java, but diet Pepsi wakes this oxymoronic short giant. Great poem.
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I have a ladder somewhere under the dust called the Little Giant
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A triple blessings: to the ears in grinding; to the nose in brewing; to the taste in sipping . . .
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and, yet, a curse to the bladder
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I love this one and as an added bonus in my reader directly above Java was Chocolate:
O, Divine chocolate!
kneeling they grind you,
hands folded they whisk you,
and eyes to heaven they drink you
Marco Antonio Orellana (1731 â 1813)
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perfect as we begin to move into hot chocolate weather
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Wakes the dullard too, as the case may be. đ
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what, pray tell, could you possibly know of dullards?
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On my fourth! Seems to be kicking in. My feet are now at the end of the bed. One more coffee and I might get out of it! đ
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Mark your calendar: I’m speechless.
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a nice cuppa java will loosen the words
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Oh no, Java would have me flying all the way to the moon.
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