Well here is a new poem I have etched out, poem or something.  Could be half a song.  Who knows. I just write this stuff once in awhile, sometimes on a whim.  Sometimes nothing for a very long time.

I usually place them in the poetry section but right now I cannot locate my sitemap so for now here is where it goes.

You Make me Drunk, Drunk as a Skunk

I had a dream that you were next to me there
Next thing I knew you were pulling my hair
All I could do is grimace and stare
Underneath it all you were definitely bare.

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Poem: You Make Me Drunk, Drunk As A Skunk

I do have some photos to post but will save that for later. I cannot find a photo for You Make Me Drunk, Drunk As A Skunk.  I just have a photo of my pet frog.   Noisy little froggie he is, once he starts a croaking.  He lives in the neck of my watering can as I found out one day.  Ok you talked me into it.  Here is FROGGIE!  Well tell me a better name, ok?

Cheers,

Eugene

You Make Me Drunk, Drunk as a Skunk is a post from: Creative Waves

Indeed I have been lax in posting here and it is not from lack of information or photos etc.  The timing just has not seemed right when the thoughts come to me.  I will start with a quote and follow it up with a few other things, thoughts, poetry etc.

Some interesting material in the MillionaireX1, daily quotes and inspiration, this one came from the daily quotes from MX1.

There is much truth in this saying:

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it,
or who said it, no matter if I have said it,
unless it agrees with your own reason
and your own common sense.
-Buddha

I have been enjoying many of the quotes as well as the inspirational messages.

Many of us seek outside ourselves for the solutions to our challenges.  This can often lead us astray. The main source comes from within and many of our answers, if not all, are there for us to uncover and discover.  It is wise to be guided by our own counsel. As Wayne Dyer puts it “If you want to follow your passion, be independent of the good opinion of others.”

Some poetry for you, if you would like to read it, starting here and more by following I Am With You, below:

I Am With You

I believe this gift will, at times, to you, signify
That this dream, as you call it, will last
A dream can a reality be, it’s all within the eye
To see, or not, and deeper still we travel beyond the past

Speaking of gifts, this one is natural, and following up the previous post about my friend, “the naked one”, here is a photo exposed and very soft to the touch. No it is not Pamela Anderson but she and it is from this very island, Vancouver Island. That is as far as I will go on that subject.  At least for now. Whew!

These are magnificent and awesome trees called arbutus around here. The bark peels off naturally. A true wonder of nature.

Before I go for now, I just wanted to mention to check out Lydia’s post on Manufacturing Personal Reality.  I have this belief that we create it all.  We can get hung up on the words and terminology but the essence is in there no matter what we choose to call it.

Ok will move on out of here for now, may you be blessed with good health,wealth, love and all that you truly desire.

Cheers,

Eugene

Naked Again, Exposed, I Am With You and Buddha is a post from: Creative Waves

Well this was a somewhat painful experience that turned into pleasure, later on. Don’t worry if you do not like the black and red stuff I have a poem about some knickers later on to share with you.

Those blackberry thorns attacked me quite good I reckon.  Nasty and very thorny and eager to attach themselves to your skin and watch you try to pull back and they go deeper into your skin.  So multiple scratches abound and that had some cleaning up to do.  Did I say RED? The blackberry season is a bit late this year so many are still not ripe. When you pick them green, they stay green.  Only way to pick them is very black and ripe.  The blackberry plants are all over this island so picking is free.

The later on came after I made low sugar uncooked freezer blackberry jam, the taste and flavor is tailor made to die for, of course.  I substitute a bit of honey for sugar and then it only takes 1 cup of sugar plus half a cup of honey to go with 4 cups of berries.  Much healthier than regular jam which has a high content of sugar of at least 4 or 5 cups of sugar.  Keeps up to a year in the freezer.

Goes great with my buttermilk, oatmeal, spelt pancakes and topped with fresh blueberries and perhaps a little bit of organic maple syrup.  Oops I forgot to take a picture of them.  They are all gone.

I do have a picture or two of the blackberry bushes and thorns.  The picture is a bit of an illusion.  The thorns come first. The best comes last and well worth the wait and pain.  No pain no gain, as they say. Whoever they may be!  Did I mention that I like blackberries?

Ok, so moving on to another realm entirely.   I did a few poems recently, yes there are lots already posted here, you just have to search near the top of this blog for the link to them and follow near the bottom of those pages for the subpages to discover more poems.  Don’t worry I will post the links here for the new ones.

So without further ado here are the most recent poems.

Mommy Dearest

The Shadows of Your Mind

Jump Up Now

What, if anything, do they have with blackberries? Well mostly nothing I suppose.  I do not have a blackberry but I do have blackberries, do you? Just do not spill these blackberries on a white article of clothes.  It will stain it right good I reckon.

Now as I recall it took me a long time to go and get those blackberries about 45 minutes there and back on foot.  In the morning it was cool and cloudy but by the time I went it was very hot.  So I had to wear shorts so that is one reason for the massive attack on my person.

Anyway, on the way back I had to stop in at Starbucks for a cool one. I waited a long time in line.  The guy in front of me kept letting in “his people”, two in front of him then another couple, then a lady who was totally engrossed into ordering a whack of stuff.  So I am so parched by then I can hardly stand up any longer.

I had been thinking on the way there that on July 31st I had gone to Starbucks to pick up a free drink they were giving away card holders, a viviano strawberry banana smoothie.  As I recall I was quite parched that day also. When I get in line they say they cannot make it because they are out of bananas and I should go to a different store near where I had just been before coming there. I was not going to walk back.

So to continue on the blackberry story at the other Starbucks,  the guy ahead of me could see me drooping and feeling a bit guilty now, asked me what I wanted and then he bought me a vende mocha frappuccino. Wow, instant manifestation.   This also reminded me also of the post on manifestation by Lydia on her new blog Serenity Chat.  She asked “Can manifestations really be helpful?”  Damn right I reckon!  Without a doubt maestro.

Anyway my viviano turned into a frappuccino.  So that is close enough for me!

Enjoy your day or night wherever you may be.

Eugene

When the Blackberry Attacks a Human, What Remains? is a post from: Creative Waves

On a walk to from the Inner Harbour around the winding pathway following the seacoast to the Seawall I came upon an interesting tree.  From some perhaps it would evoke a memory of Twisted Sister, but not for me.

Instead it reminded me of a friend from days past.  Quite a few days past.  It kind of goes like this, well it does go like this:

My Friend

Standing naked before me
Gently waiving as if in greeting
Arms reaching toward the heavens
Soaring upward yet grounded are thee

To find more about my friend go here to My Friend. You may ask what it was that evoked this memory.  Well it was this tree:

You likely know you can click on the image to make it bigger then come back using the back button.  This was originally inspired by a tree in St Vital Park, Winnipeg, Manitoba. Trees, even the twisted ones, have a lot of character and many live longer than we humans.  They are strong survivors and thrive in all kinds of inhospitable environments.

Down by the seawall the tide was out and I was able to take some closer pictures down the side.   I found this to be another interesting sight.

There are more photos which I may post on another day.

Enjoy your day!

Cheers,

Gene

My Friend is a post from: Creative Waves

There are likely a few ladies out there who have danced to the “end of love” with Leonard Cohen.  Like Willy Nelson and Julio Iglesias in sentimentality at least with their song To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before, Cohen has had his share of ladies.  But I am not here to talk about Willy and Julio.  Not not Bill “Willy” Clinton! I tend to like to feature Canadian artists as much as possible.

On a recent CBC television interview Cohen says he has not regrets about the ladies and for not having had a one long term partner.  He also talked about depression in the interview.  I do find some of his music melancholy and while I like some of his music I tend to favor upbeat music most of the time.  Cohen started out as a poet, writer, comedian in his early days in Montreal.  Perhaps he was funny back then.   He does a lot of concerts and travels quite a bit.

For the most part Canadians are a tolerant lot and most usually disregard things such as race, religion and philosophy.  That is one of the great features for living in Canada.  The minorities are working at being close to a majority in the general population of Canada.  Most people can speak any language in Canada and people do not mind.  We tend to honor that in people and respect their heritage.  It is mainly about respect and tolerance. Most do not see it as a threat at all.

Somehow Dance Me To The End Of Love fits with that also even though music tends helps to transcend the human condition and rise above so much of the pettiness, violence and the like.   Cohen is Jewish and we do not care.  So here is that video and song:

Another song I liked from a long time ago was Suzanne. (hot) But that is for another day and time.  The wannabe poet in me resonates with that and others.

Also a recent contest in Canada had a number of Cohen songs on it and the version of Cohen’s Hallelujah was done by KD Lang.  Cohen had also said in the interview previously mentioned this version by Lang touched him. Here is her version of Hallelujah:

That is a beautiful version, for sure.  I hope you enjoyed these two great Canadian artists, . We do have a few of them,Canadian songwriters and singers, in Canada and around the globe.  Wink wink.  I’ll see if I can find a few more for you another day.

Cheers,

Gene

Dance Me to the End of Love, for the Ladies is a post from: Creative Waves