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Strolling down a lonely Road,
knew I was somewhere abroad,
met a mermaid on the walk,
started happily to talk,
talked about the angel love
- and was poohed on by a dove.
"Love is perfection."
First voice:
"I don't think so. Love isn't perfect - and love isn't perfection. Not that I have reached the wisdom of old age. However, I've learned that love is very much being on the way. Doesn't matter whether you refer to…
first my apologies: I'm not a native speaker. I'm a German pastor's wife who had a complicated heart surgery several years ago. It all happened afer taking a meditation course in a strange city with magnetic fields all over the place. Meditating alo…
aye, I remember my first meditation in Cape Town. We were asked to go "deep down" into our "inner cave". I wondered what this cave might look like. Perhaps it is a heart with a few keys. And perhaps one is meant to find the right doors for which the…
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Goat Song
All I ever wanted
was a tiny pretty goat
with a bell around its throat
on an empty mountain road.
All I ever wanted
was a tiny pretty tree
in the middle of the see
with a salsa dancing bee.
All I ever wanted
was a man who would not sigh,
was a man who would not cry,
was a man who would not lie.
But all I ever got
that was an ugly mountain goat
and a man that cut its throat
in the middle of the road.
Santa Catalina Ancha
Paradise lost –
Paradise regained?
I admit I’m not a saint.
Honest mostly, as you know,
but there is this pressing flow.
Leave the path that’s white and bright,
‘cause this fog disturbs my sight.
Loose my head in midnight hours,
Smelling all these luring flowers.
Hurting me – I guess you do.
Does this make our love untrue?
Vulnerable trust appears.
What’s the option?
Tears or fears.
and a haiku to conclude:
LOST BEFORE WE MET
SUNSHINE ON OUR MOURNING HEADS
TELL ME: IS IT SAD?
All I ever wanted
was a tiny pretty goat
with a bell around its throat
on an empty mountain road.
All I ever wanted
was a tiny pretty tree
in the middle of the see
with a salsa dancing bee.
All I ever wanted
was a man who would not sigh,
was a man who would not cry,
was a man who would not lie.
But all I ever got
that was an ugly mountain goat
and a man that cut its throat
in the middle of the road.
Santa Catalina Ancha
Paradise lost –
Paradise regained?
I admit I’m not a saint.
Honest mostly, as you know,
but there is this pressing flow.
Leave the path that’s white and bright,
‘cause this fog disturbs my sight.
Loose my head in midnight hours,
Smelling all these luring flowers.
Hurting me – I guess you do.
Does this make our love untrue?
Vulnerable trust appears.
What’s the option?
Tears or fears.
and a haiku to conclude:
LOST BEFORE WE MET
SUNSHINE ON OUR MOURNING HEADS
TELL ME: IS IT SAD?
Comment Wall (2 comments)
- At 9:46am on May 16, 2009,
John Bauer said…
- how you doing. Good comment on the heart artwork.
how about a little more writing.
you have always been a good word smith
- At 6:58pm on December 4, 2009,
favour said…
- favour.davids@yahoo.com
Compliment of the day,how is your health including work and business over there, guess fine.
My name is favour, in search of a man who understands love as trust and faith rather seeing it as a way of fun but a mature man with good sense of humor after reading your profile at (www.johnbauer.ning.com) ,in fact,i derive interest on you so contact me directly with this email address and here is it(favour.davids@yahoo.com) i believe we can start from here, awaiting to hear from you to enable me send my pictures to you for further introduction.
kisses with love and cherish you.
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