The Goddess of Pot Roasts….

Onions on a neutral, mostly white background

Onions on a neutral, mostly white background (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Red onion slices

Red onion slices (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

onion

onion (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Barrel House — the first new dwelling to be ...

A Barrel House — the first new dwelling to be created at Findhorn Ecovillage. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Stonehenge and other ancient sites are revered...

Stonehenge and other ancient sites are revered by many who practice New Age spirituality. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Self realization

manifestation

ascension

new age….that one interests me….are you telling me I can wake up tomorrow and have a new age

Self realization

manifestation

ascension

These are worthy goals.

My goals at the moment are finding onions for the post roast.

Something I can self realize.

Something I can certainly manifest.

Being the Goddess of  Pot Roast is not easy.

It is April for goodness sake.

Taxes are due.

It has been so long since we had bannock and  stew..

I am tired from all the payments to make. 

The government cheque

does not last often

past the middle of the month

So to ascend

to the mighty heights

of having pot roast

on the seventeenth of the month

Makes me unequivocably the Goddess of Pot  Roast.

How do you count blessings

This image was selected as a picture of the we...

This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Malay Wikipedia for the 51st week, 2010. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

lightning from Hell

lightning from Hell (Photo credit: phani_astronomy®)

Wide-lightening

Wide-lightening (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lightning

Lightning (Photo credit: Pete Hunt)

How do you  find the courage

To move beyond the day-to-day

 To embrace things that open your heart in a special way.

The blessings and the magic does abound

It comes to me through the light and sound.

The music

of the furnace

as it cuts in to give me warmth

Blends

with the hum of the refrigerator

(footsteps of the family climbing up the stairs

bring joys to me of which they are unaware)

adding the sound of the traffic on the street

as the opening of the concert. 

The pelting rain now begins

calling in

the sound of the wind

in the pine. 

The thunder joins  in the chorus

inviting his partner

Madam Lightening to be her brazen self.

I enjoy basking

in the sounds

of the moments of a spring day.

Leaving thoughts of the income tax filing,

budgets, time schedules  and cares on the shelf.

How do you count your blessings

Do you begin with the fact you are alive

and have the challenges you have created.

Or are you stuck in the sorrow

and loss of things not anticipated

The attitude of gratitude 

can move you into action

To count your blessings anyway

Even when not every thing is to your satisfaction.

Start counting up your blessings

In a moment you will see

The cares will not be so heavy weighing you down

You can be happy, joyous and free. 

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Originally posted on live4life201:

I worship inspiration
Its what I believe in most
It’s my religion
It’s  what the patriarchs of ever religion want you to be for there followers
It’s the Christians cross, the Buddhist lotus flower
The visionaries tomorrow the kings power
It’s everywhere & in everything
even in nothing, isnt that what meditators Try most to achieve (double entendre)
I worship inspiration it’s the key to infinite possibility.

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greatpoetrymhf:

Always delighfull this one will make your day or not

Originally posted on simonsworlds13:

In this post, the respected critic Simon Banks comments on the work of the obscure poet Simon Banks. In the last post I analysed, or at least commented on, Spirit Mountain and Knight at Arms. Now, proceeding from the earliest poems posted here towards the latest and selecting poems I think I’ve got something to say about, here are some more.

MARSTON MOOR

On Marston Moor the rubbish grows

Beside the road, great pile on pile

And those who choked on their own blood

If they could see, would wryly smile,

 

If they could smile, at this New World

Which marks their death with rusty iron,

Snapped plastic, aluminium;

And those who tried to build their Zion

 

Or serve their King, may hear the chant

“Behold, we’re making all things new:

The bloody rout on Marston Moor

Is no concern of me or you”.

 

The Yorkshire soil…

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greatpoetrymhf:

Thank your for the talent and this post I love crows ravens and magpies

Originally posted on Reverend Hellfire's Sunday Sermon:

 

RAVENS, RIOTS AND ROME. 

Sadly in these moderne, unenlightened times those lovable corvids,

the crow and the raven, are often regarded as cursed birds of ill omen, harbingers of oncoming doom. They have not always had such a black reputation, for in many cultures the crow and raven are seen as sacred animals and revered as messengers of the Gods.

Back in the days of ancient Rome this was certainly the case, and the Romans took the actions of ravens as portents of public concern. Just how seriously they took the antics of these birds can perhaps be gauged from an incident that occurred in 218 BCE. For in that year it was anxiously reported to the Consuls that a raven had flown into the temple of the goddess Juno in the town of Lanuvium and had “alighted on her very couch

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Originally posted on kvenna ráð:

Writing poetry is putting your hand
repeatedly into a furnace;
poems are a plague of roses.

There are three stages in your life with a poem, and these are conception, birth, and abandonment. A poem can’t be conceived without sin nor birthed without pain, because there is no love without sin and pain. Once birthed a poem is exposed on a hillside or left on a doorstep, and you turn your back, hold out your arms, and embrace the next heady sin; every poet is a cruel, unnatural mother who sells herself again and again.

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