Hibiscus
I am the Adi-shakti above and beyond time so naked holding the sword of knowledge. Through me abandon the ego of reason, and energy-less language. Leave a garland of Hibiscus at my feet and hands of blessings will ensure those of a straight heart face life and death without fear.
Yellow Rose
Dying, I listen to the tape of her screams. Did I do right? Should I have enjoyed the blood as it splattered in slow motion? Was the thud of flesh ecstasy?
He won't hurt her again.
As the bath warms and drains me, my Yellow Rose awaits innocent, smiling again.
1)They read best sellers, I don't.
2) Book clubs are an excuse for middle aged, middle class women to get pissed on red wine and dis men and work( I know as I get pissed with their husbands).
3) I liked seminars at University but like reading clubs only the earnest actually prepare the work
4) I can never commit a day week in and week out as work, life and TV intrude.
5) The monthly Radio 4 book club with audience and the author is far more interesting
6) If I go to one, then I have to go to the Wife's music appreciation(Indian Mediation Chants) evening as part of our doing things together exercise.
7) Meeting strangers on the net much better, you can pretend to be sexy and clever rather then fat and fifty.
8) Would have to accept that Middle Class so lose working class hero image...this is a bad thing
9) The Americans invented it so must be a a religious or capitalist trick
10) No man group one has invited me
It was the time to say goodbye.
My Grandfather weak and frail
held me tight. “When you survive
tell the truth. Don’t make them villains”.
At night alone, hungry they are villains.
I eye at a child’s fist of bread to survive
and die…later. Longing and fearing goodbye
as welcome cold comes. “Will I be frail”?
Now old and even my children frail.
I want them to know joy at my goodbye
so I burn memories. They have me, not villains
to remember. “Its love that will survive”.
My body did survive but the soul was frail
until villains faded and I could say goodbye
Liz and Sarah
Fame’s Future
Do you keep in mind Pamelyn Ferdin?
You might if a child of the sixties.Star Trek…My Three Sons…The Odd Couple.
Find her on null point web sites.
One day Liz and Sarah
will be what went by.Ask my son whose
path goes on
when mine
ends.
You Know
He wore my mother’s jewellery at five, danced in his sister’s dresses at ten; my make-up went twice as fast when he was fourteen. The only sport he watches on the TV is men’s swimming and today, he say’s he has a secret to tell.
As a mother, you know.
Totally
She wore a storm-black, skin tight dress, high in the leg and low in the chest. Brown eyes matched her back length hair. Melon-red lips pouted as she rhythmed her way to him.
Forgetting to breathe, he gasped and shuddered, as her lips brushed his ear to whisper “totally.”
