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A quick pretty ditty to sup on whilst the main is cooking, Avalon, Oh roar ah bow real iris, Simple is as simple does, sonmi wants you for a sunbeam
The land of sighs,
Is full of eyes,
An island in the stream.
And aurora skies,
Bring forth such cries,
One might think ’twere just a dream.
But ’tis no fake guise,
As the name implies,
There’s a world here to redeem.
For there are no goodbyes,
No one here e’er dies,
We just become sunbeams…
Esme's Cloud 
Would we not rather ask, with glad surprise,
The how and when she on that journey went
That took her safely from the land of sighs
Unto the happy regions of contentedness?
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That’s rather lovely H. Better than mine own offering in fact. smiles And what a journey it is from S to C. Thank you x
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Taken from The Necropolis: an Elegy. And Other Poems by Mary Macarthur, with minor modification in changing her ‘content’ to my ‘contentedness’.
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Ah, I thought the end had been tweaked a little. Excellent choice H, as ever smiles.
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Belatedly, I send you many congratulations on your own fine and tender offering. I have always warmed to the idea of becoming light in some form upon my death. I imagine a ball rather than a ray such as a sunbeam, but then they say light is both balls (particles) and rays (waves) all at once do they not? H ❤
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It’s all balls at the end of the day H. Though a ray of light is more romantic an image. I’d say they’re both in play…like a comet.
Thank you for finding the ditty tender and fine. I need to flex the poetry snakes in my brain more often whilst being caught up in receiving transmissions.
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I love it, I do. And now having supped, I await the main.
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Ha! Good, I’m glad you do beams. It’s a dish that’s proving tough to cook if I’m honest, but I am getting somewhere now, and so hopefully shall serve up a reasonable feast sometime soon.
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It’s good to know something more is coming. It does seem a good deal of time has passed since last. Maybe too long. Not necessarily so long that you deserve scolding, but awfully close that’s for sure *(what possible excuse could there be for such behavior?). Anyway, I will sup on this, though having supped to often and for too long on some of the less savory parts of popular culture I was reminded of the lines of a song by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton from a few decades back that went something like this:
Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me
To another world
And we rely on each other, ah ha
From one lover to another, ah ha
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My excuse (such as it is, for it is as such), being that I am not slacking officer. More taming many wild transmissions, who bark at me in the night and cause a proper fuss in the supermarket of an afternoon. The one closest to the post at present is a large sprawling tale, and cannot be released from its cage until deemed worthy, and has had a groovy hair cut and perhaps wearing a snazzy suit that has matching hat and socks. Thank you for your patience – mutters and eats some cake.
I have been waiting for someone to connect Rogering Kenny and the delightful Dolly to the words above, and tis you! Well done that President and Founder. Your winnings being……drum roll….the BOOBY Prize!
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Lovely.
I like the rhymes.
This is among the fields I have a handicap. I can’t write a poem.
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Thank you mak, I’m pleased you enjoyed it. Only a small light offering, but a soothing one I hope. As to writing poetry…it is a custom in my land – winks
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You mean your land in the clouds
walks away smiling
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I do indeed. – laughs and throws a custard pie at him.
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That sounds like heaven! 😀
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I think it probably is just that Jan. smiles
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