Back Streets of Tokyo Leave the neon behind it’s here you want to go off the beaten path to the back streets of Tokyo Among the hanging red lanterns and kanji signs catching your eye are delicious foods to sample and wondrous odors wafting by Tempura so light and delicate soups, noodles, all kinds of […]
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Bath, Somerset, England was originally dubbed ‘Aquae Sulis’ by the Romans in the first century. Bath was named a World Heritage site in 1987. We spent three nights at a B&B on Newbridge Hill Road. The Roman Baths of Bath A temple was constructed on this site in the first century, and the public baths
Pulteney Bridge (a haibun) Destination: Bath, England. With a good night’s sleep, a hearty English breakfast, and the adrenalin that accompanies the start of a multi-week adventure, we had shed all symptoms of jetlag. It was the last day of August, and we were anxious to see Bath. Our first stop was the Roman Baths
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A Love So Strong Quietly she enters the room I catch a scent of her perfume I’m quite lucky to be her groom Our love does bloom; our love does bloom She beckons me when drawing nearHer beside me removes all fearI pray it lasts, many a yearA love so dear; a love so dear
Fractured Proverbs (rejected by the editor) You can lead a horse to water, but it would be easier to ride him there You can’t fit a tetrahedron in a polynomial equation Where there’s a will, there’s someone who knows they are mortal When one door shuts, it sometimes locks you out The proof of the
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Tranquility tranquility is the state I seekthat gratifying level of consciousnesswhere all fear and doubts vanishcalmness propagatesalong mesmerizing streamssoothing the bumps of my beingflowing waters of meditationsmooth the rough edges of the daythat is all I seek —— Image: Bridge Over Afon Colwyn in Beddgelert, Caernarfon, Wales. Taken by Ron Rowland Sep 6, 2018. Note:
I Am Not A Poet I am not a poet Although I often write in rhyme I have not reached that perch, at least not in my mind I never studied poetry, or even great literature My exposure comes from song lyrics, of this I am quite sure The only writing class I took, was
Her Eyes First thing I noticed________my muse of happiness Decades later still shining _______ my center of gravity Deep well of inspiration _______ my muse of creativity Reflecting her soul _______ my muse of love —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Poetics: Who’s your Muse? where Ingrid is hosting Poetics tonight and asked to write
Garden Haikus Wound tight like coiled springawaiting the morning lightdew on daylilies Hostas landing padbees extract nectar all daysoon will be honey Vibrant reds and pinksenjoyed by all passing bysunny petunias Hydrangea blossomsnot quite ready for prime timethe wait is worth it Zinnias grow quicklystand tall and reach for the sunstarted out as seeds Bright
Blues Hall Juke Joint Down there on Beale Streetis a joint you need to knowwhere they play the Delta Blues‘til you hurt down to your toes Some nights thoughthis juke joint is rockin’just come right on inthere’s no need to be knockin’ —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille:#131 – with Brain Miller, where
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