A wealth of memories

A wealth of memories

24 November 2017

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She shuffled to the park bench where she usually sat, her back still upright although the rest of her frame showed more of the frailty of old age. Two joggers looked at her vividly coloured clothes astonished at the marked difference between the peaceful serenity of her face and the gaudy colours of her salwar kameez. She merely smiled at them and waved as if she were waving to some long lost friends. They waved back after a few seconds of hesitation. It was always like that she thought in this foreign country where westerners did not expect strangers to wave or even smile at them.

As she watched them jog down the path she had just come from, she slowly opened the bag that she had extracted from her large handbag. It was a plastic bag filled with breadcrumbs and chunks of potato from yesterday’s servings that she had saved. She started throwing some to the birds that had gathered around her in the daily tradition and they readily started gobbling the morsels. All the while throwing the bread crumbs, she told them stories of the past, her present woes and her wishes for the future. The birds hovered or walked around her alternatively cooing or eating while she continued her monologue in hushed tones adding now and then a mark of appreciation for their listening.

  • Nobody listens anymore to my stories. I got so many to tell from my younger days but none of the young boys bother to hear them. They want stories of Superman and Batman but I can only tell stories of an old woman who was once young and lived an extraordinary life travelling.
  • Coo… coo.. coo
  • I did not travel like Superman of course as I did not have fast cars but I did travel once on the Orient Express
  • Coo… cooo… coo
  • I know dear. The Orient Express is not that exciting for youngsters today but I also traveled on the Palace on wheels which many youngsters still like today albeit when they are a bit older than James and Morris
  • Coo…cooo…coo
  • Who are James and Morris ? Well they are my grandchildren dearies. Did I not speak to you of my grandchildren ? Oh, they are a beautiful pair. A bit naughty but a beautiful pair of young children all the same. They call me grammy and want me to tell stories of Batman and Superman but I only had my own stories to tell
  • Coo… cooo…coo
  • Susan bought me a few books. She says I can read those books to them as they have stories of Superman and Batman. I do that now but then who will listen to my stories ?
  • Coo… cooo…coo
  • I know you will dearies. You are so kind. My late Robert used to say one day we will both be old and maybe not remember each other anymore but I am sure we will remember enough to tell each other stories. He is now long gone my Robert and my stories still hang around my head whispering to me so that I may tell them to someone. I wish my Robert were here to listen to my stories. I would look at him and say listen old man (chuckling) – he was an old fool, Robert – I have a wealth of memories to share with you. He was an old fool indeed. Always used to say that I looked just like the young girl he had always known.

She kept chuckling and sharing both pieces of the food in the bag and stories of the past as well as hopes for the future. The birds gathered around her in more tight ranks as the murmur of her voice subsided. As the sun went down, the joggers who were passing by on their way back saw her extended frame on the bench where she had stretched out to peacefully pass away, her wealth of memories tucked away into her folds forever.

 

Stive Morgan ~ New Asia – Zov Predkov (Stive Morgan Remix)

In beating temples

In beating temples

17 April 2017

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Hawk’s eye stirs

Mesmerised iris

Glaring whirs

Into sight

The shadow behind that blurs

Witnesses of light

 

Invoke me

A game to dethrone

Casting stone

In rivers

The thought that blind delivers

From mirrors of old

 

Beat the cold

The breath throbbing drum

In the hum

Tale of two

Passengers that we once knew

In beating temples

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Heart Warriors – Byron Metcalf

 

Last attempt

Last attempt

7 March 2017

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Truth unkempt

Grows shrubs of the wild

Into child

No more mild

Speaking more than what they riled

Against the odds piled

 

Child unbent

Picking up pieces

Pill fleeces

Releases

Fluttering veils it eases

Broken synapses

 

Last attempt

Of old energy

Eyes bulgy

Elegy

Heart teaches analogy

Bridges effigy

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Attack on Fox – Fox Capture Plan

Rising – Fox Capture Plan

Butterfly Effect – Fox Capture Plan

 

Kissing ghosts

Kissing ghosts

20 March 2016

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Night-time breathes

Essence of outlines

Hovering

In the air

Between the dark and the light

Forms hidden in sight

 

Suspended

Between Earth and skies

Amorphous

Shades of grey

They gather close where I lay

In between spaces

 

Dreamtime strikes

A chord deep within

Like clockwork

I start task

Glory of netherworld’s breed

Ravenous their seed

 

Feeding child

Of honey and milk

There are queues

For the old

A thin line of remembrance

Before dark penance

 

We starve soul

Through bouts and binges

When bodies

Swell and burst

Saturated with the feed

Recollecting thirst

 

Of quenching

Thirst for inner realm

I know tales

Of sirens

They drink the oceans to brink

Of silent despair

 

With their hearts

I sit in solace

Stone for stone

Rigid talk

I forecast the first ripple

When feelings will stir

 

The lines blur

Draw false conclusions

Am I carved

Are they set

We open lines of regret

In marble we cloak

 

My blue veins

They shudder dark ink

From bosom

Every day

I raise hope but in dread sink

When clocks mark dark hour

 

Random call

It wakes me to sight

Of unnamed

Kissing ghosts

I compose odes to the light

That trickles through me

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Duduk of the North [Gladiator] – Hans Zimmer & Djivan Gasparyan

Distant Lands – Djivan Gasparyan Arman Chakmakian

Kapuit Manushak (Blue Violet) – Duduk Djivan Gasparyan

Luminescence strikes Heart before I leave this old world

Luminescence strikes Heart before I leave this old world

2 December 2015

 

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Coils expand while energy flares

Heartbeats gradual surge, evolution of the Love

 

 

Mother gifts back to me my birth right

Waters’ healing powers, implosion at zero-point

 

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Mutation of the strands’ energy

Transformation of human legacy in stillness

 

 

Dreaming in flight, awakening Light

Dehydrating the nucleus of water’s core creed

 

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Scorching truth, gone the slumber’s movements

Quakes’ vibrations stir Earth as humanity shifts lands

 

Holographic landscapes, mind’s burden

Architects of life building innerscapes’ texture sweet

 

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No tools save the power of the will

Alternate reality, minds construct the alpha

 

 

Awareness focus energy waves

Fight for Life extends in holographic worlds that twine

 

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Steadfast dreams in etheric pathways

Shades of vanity dying floating in Light I flaunt

 

 

Toenails painted in faint starlit blue

Luminescence strikes Heart before I leave this old world

 

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The Awakening – Ivan Torrent

Human Legacy – Ivan Torrent

Icarus- Ivan Torrent

Fight for Life – Ivan Torrent

Architects of Life – Ivan Torrent

The Power of Will – Ivan Torrent

Before I leave this world – Ivan Torrent

Synchronicities unfold

Synchronicities unfold

22 October 2015

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I held you dancing

Powerful and elated

Coursing within flows

 

Body ecstasy

Finding your inner being

Your statement grew bold

 

Behold that beside

As spirit breathed into me

Ripe with twin futures

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I saw you mourning

Tired and wizened old man

Sinking in river

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My heart lurched in vain

You were here but you were there

Music my discourse

 

In scattered surges

Synchronicities unfold

Rear integration

 

Questions are answered

Before mind has reached in quest

Into depths of Love

 

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Waking within the Heartpath

Waking within the Heartpath

27 September 2015

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You combed soft my hair

Strand by strand separating

The old from the new

 

Some had grown new roots

Some lay on brink of falling

But all you caressed

 

Weary from the day

I put my head on your lap

We breathed in the night

 

The touch of your palm

A cool presence on my brow

Prelude to kisses

 

The Heart to Heart spoke

In recognition of bond

Blessed Eternity

 

From disturbed slumber

Waking within the Heartpath

Experience bliss

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