Karma & Eve
Karma and Eve pretty as they can be
The two like sister
Kissing
Loving
Holding
Dancing
Karma & Eve
The Key
When you come to KNOW,
There are no words,
No language
Other than silence.
It is the nothingness,
The vastness,
The infinite space
In between everything.
The Akasha
The joins together
Earth and Air,
Fire and Water.
It is the KEY
To ALL.
www.findahotprincess.com
Once upon a time in a land very far away, lived a wonderful Prince who couldn’t seem to find a real Princess. There were beautiful women and thoughtful ladies, but how to find a real Princess?
He went to his computer and googled and poof! Up popped www.findahotprincess.com
There before him, was the profile of a hot princess. But, with all this modern-day technology, how could he tell if she were a real princess? His mother, the old queen told him to invite her to the castle and then let her handle the test. Ask any old queen and they’ll tell you that a real Princess can spot a real Birkin bag from throngs of people and half a city block away (Didn’t the whole world learn that in Legally Blonde?).
So the old queen made up the guest room with just one catch. At the very bottom of the 20 mattress bed, she hid a Birkin Bag. All 20 mattresses with 800-count Egyptian sheets and imported-from-France throw pillows were put on top.
It was Hurricane Sandy, so the Princess showed up looking like what the French would call a drowned rat. Surely, this couldn’t be a real Princess, but the old queen was from the south (aren’t all old queens?) and knew manners and invited the Princess to spend the night. The Princess was thrilled.
The next morning, the Prince, Princess and old queen had a lovely breakfast.
“How did you sleep, dear?” asked the old queen.
The Princess debated. “Well, actually, the feng shui of the room might have a been off. The sheets were wonderful but I am bruised: black and blue!”
The old queen arched an eyebrow, code for “she’s the real deal.”
The Prince rejoiced for he had found his love and wondered if he should email www.findahotprincess.com. Perhaps the publicity would lead to a reality show in his future.
Moral: Always trust etiquette and taste to an old queen; she’ll come through every time.
5 pm Poem
How can time move so fast
It’s five past six
Six past six
Seven past six
No
Now it’s two a.m.
And I’m still not letting go of it
The Cupboard
You locked me in that cupboard,
with barely room to move,
a tiny little dark space,
too small to be of any use,
except you found a perfect answer,
for what to do when you went out,
lock me in that cupboard,
you could leave me there for hours;
I do remember that one day,
I couldn’t take it anymore,
the day resistance hit my soul
and I kicked out the door,
I knew you would be angry,
at the damage I had done,
but I was definitely prepared
for the punishment to come;
I didn’t care about the belt,
I just couldn’t stand the dark,
of that tiny little cupboard,
the epitome of your heart.
Welcome Home- Poem #10- Half Marathon by Ingrid
Welcome Home by Ingrid Exner- Poem #10
It is YOU and YOU alone
YOU should call HOME.
Not Four walls, four cities, four countries
Nor continents define,
What you inhabit.
YOU are HOME.
Be careful of the thoughts and cares
That you welcome in…remember…
YOU are HOME.
Do not let vandals rob happiness and leave hate,
YOU are HOME.
Decorate your life with joy, tenderness and let love hang on your walls,
YOU are HOME.
Share laughter, tears and remembrances,
YOU are HOME.
Welcome and embrace new visitors, friends and family,
YOU are HOME.
Make peace with who YOU are,
YOU are HOME.
By Ingrid Exner
At the Great Wall
Feet before mine wore smooth the towering stairs.
Soles–naked, tethered, aching–dimpled the rock into waves of gray.
Thousands of fingers etched trails along frontier edges, notched secure nooks.
Now, I climb slowly, careful not to look left or right,
afraid I might stumble on the ghosts of travellers before me.
ashes
anxious smoker
flicking the butt of your
cigarette. wasting the pack
of Luck Strikes you promised
yourself you would
cherish.