Meme - the power of seven
Ha Ha Ha, who sometimes comments at the bottom of my poems has tagged me to complete an internet survey. I think Mr Ha is a frustrated poet who hasn't quite found the courage within himself to express his darker feelings in verse. He quite often makes insulting remarks on this site, but I am a very forgiving person. I understand that his comments are not malicious, but rather the work of an angry individual. To show that there are no hard feelings between us, I have completed his on-line survey, and I think it gives a good insight into the inner workings of your poetess friend!
Seven things to do before I die:
See the northern lights
Learn to fly
Visit a sufi community
Get published
Use the money to buy my own vineyard and blend my own wonderful organic wines
Harness my own strength to heal people. I truly believe there is a healing power greater even than reiki, so strong is the will of a person. I would love
to discover the strength we all have and teach people to heal with love
To be loved as deeply as I can love
Seven things I can't do
Forget
Throat singing (I have been on a course, but i just couldn't get the hang of it. I think you need the power of the steppe to give you the extra dimension of sound)
Forgive myself if I am not perfect.
Speak tagalog (I can speak quite a lot of languages, I just can't seem to get the hang of that one)
Eat tripe. I think it is awful
Look at a great piece of art without crying
Watch soap operas or other mindless reality television
Seven things I say:
I think your chakras are blocked
Exquisite
Peace and blessings
Don't hit it, it will break
I'm soft-spoken and soft-hearted but I'll fight for love
Imagination is the colour palette of the soul
The pain I feel is proof that I loved with all my heart
Seven things that attract me to a city:
Beautiful architecture
A city which has no suburbs - the city limits are beautiful countryside
An ancient spa
Inhabitants who have time for one another, unlike the hard-faced stressers of London
An ashtanga yoga centre
Really good bookshops - especially antiquarian ones, I love to browse and inhale the scent of wisdom.
A university. I hate living in places where there is no vibrancy, no sense of learning and sharing knowledge
Seven movies I've loved
Manon de Source
91/2 Weeks
If
Three Colours Blue
As Good as it Gets
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Don Carlo
It's a Wonderful Life
Seven Books I Like
Poor Things
To the Lighthouse
Love in the Time of Cholera
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
The Remains of the Day
Fear of Flying
In Search of Lost Time
Seven things to do before I die:
See the northern lights
Learn to fly
Visit a sufi community
Get published
Use the money to buy my own vineyard and blend my own wonderful organic wines
Harness my own strength to heal people. I truly believe there is a healing power greater even than reiki, so strong is the will of a person. I would love
to discover the strength we all have and teach people to heal with love
To be loved as deeply as I can love
Seven things I can't do
Forget
Throat singing (I have been on a course, but i just couldn't get the hang of it. I think you need the power of the steppe to give you the extra dimension of sound)
Forgive myself if I am not perfect.
Speak tagalog (I can speak quite a lot of languages, I just can't seem to get the hang of that one)
Eat tripe. I think it is awful
Look at a great piece of art without crying
Watch soap operas or other mindless reality television
Seven things I say:
I think your chakras are blocked
Exquisite
Peace and blessings
Don't hit it, it will break
I'm soft-spoken and soft-hearted but I'll fight for love
Imagination is the colour palette of the soul
The pain I feel is proof that I loved with all my heart
Seven things that attract me to a city:
Beautiful architecture
A city which has no suburbs - the city limits are beautiful countryside
An ancient spa
Inhabitants who have time for one another, unlike the hard-faced stressers of London
An ashtanga yoga centre
Really good bookshops - especially antiquarian ones, I love to browse and inhale the scent of wisdom.
A university. I hate living in places where there is no vibrancy, no sense of learning and sharing knowledge
Seven movies I've loved
Manon de Source
91/2 Weeks
If
Three Colours Blue
As Good as it Gets
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Don Carlo
It's a Wonderful Life
Seven Books I Like
Poor Things
To the Lighthouse
Love in the Time of Cholera
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
The Remains of the Day
Fear of Flying
In Search of Lost Time
posted by Olivia Harris | 5:21 AM
12 Comments:
How often should chakras be unblocked? I think I saw something on QVC which would save the cost of getting a professional to do it.
I once saw the Northern Lights
they only come out in the nights
they were an interesting shade of green
and shimmered like a dancer obscene
but I had to go inside
to warm up my hide
as I was freezing my nuts off
I want to learn to
fly
Up in the bright blue cloudless
sky
before I snuff it and
die
My oh
my
I don't know
why
Now I am off to eat a pork
pie
O gracious dawn
my life reborn
kerplunk kerplunk
kerplunkety plunk
I once had a great opportunity
to visit the Dervish sufi community
I whirled round and round
till I fell to the ground
unlike them I had no immunity
Olivia, I have another poem for you, but I warn you, it is a dark one indeed.. written in true anguish. I shall post it here in commentary, and you may decide for yourself if you want to post it.
~ Hole Maker ~
An aching heart,
empty of life
void of feeling ~
small glimmers of light,
but they aren't meant for me
no, not for me.
~ Only happy people allowed
even if the grin is pasted on
glued in place
~ What happens when the grin is gone?
what will I do without it?
I can't find it anywhere.
~ Once again, he lashes out
all faults are mine
why? How can he manipulate me like that?
~ Something is wrong
I never should have given him my heart
So in reality, the fault IS mine
~ Like a sinking ship, with only a bucket to slog away the deathly waters
anchored into an existance with no escape
you can't run away, you can't mend the holes
~ afterall, how do you mend holes that you don't make?
the patches never fit
the holes are still there
~ he sees the holes
pretends they aren't there
tells me I'm crazy, there aren't any holes.
~ then he picks up the bludgeoning words
and makes a few more,
points at them
~ Look, you made another hole
What's wrong with you?
he says
~ you'll ruin us all,
making holes like that,
better grab that bucket, try to bail us all out
~Hole Maker~
~unreliable~
~can't depend on you for anything~
~Hole Maker~
~the silent tears unanswered
filling the ship evermore
~there must be another bucket
somewhere
somehow
Redhead - that is a very moving poem indeed. My heart goes out to you. It is none of my business, but it sounds like you should make the hard decision and leave him to abuse someone else. Mental cruelty is totally unacceptable in a relationship, and although we can not choose who we fall in love with, we can choose our circumstances -and being in love with someone who does not treat you properly is just not an option. I will post your poem, thank you for sharing. be strong
Olivia
She doesn't like me, it seems;
the girl of my dreams.
She is in India, the last I heard
computing for various others.
She's like a female brother, but
she doesn't like me.
I drink tea.
The British programming seems to come in better now.
Some farmer recently wrote about his cows, as I recall.
I watched a movie about Harry Caul
Or some such name as that
I'm waiting for my coke hat.
R, I unblock my chakras using the ancient chinese technique of "cupping" at least once a year - generally in the springtime. It leaves horrible lesions on my back, but that is just stagnant chi -better out than in!!
I also meditate daily and use acupuncture and reiki for specific meridians, if I am feeling unbalanced or a little out of sorts. HTH
Olivia
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