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Somethings are just golden,
Even if gold doesn't stay,
Somethings don't fade away.

I am golden,
An idea that refuses to fade,
I am brave.
Writing prompt idea;
What is most important to you?
~for George Harrison~

Very

soon George, I am bound for
a stilled shaded land, a tiny isle,
which knows the
all encompassing fog,
hurricanes wrath that days linger,
and though memorable,
never the first image recalled,

but a mind's eye video of
a perpetual sunset,
agonizing silenced colored fantasies of farewells,
each unique and alike though all things must pass,
a benign benefit comfort suckled this old man's
never fully at rest visions,

for the sunset is perfect perpetual,
always setting, never settling,
ever bound to surprise,
our farewell is another's welcoming,
and each of our days an
A-1 slicked continuum,
a sliding circularity
and
we sigh, ooh & aah
at it miracality,
its genteel reawakening
we admit with pleasured honesty,
yes, sunsets are a corridor edged,

somewhere it is always sunset,
nevereverending,
and its farewells
are truly truthful welcomings


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Shelter Island
May 2025
a returning to rebirthing
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All Things Must Pass
Song by George Harrison

Overview
Lyrics
Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It's not always gonna be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It's not always gonna be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So I must be on my way
And face another day
Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always gonna be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So I must be on my way
Face another day
Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always gonna be this gray
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: George Harrison
All Things Must Pass lyrics © Westminster Music, Harrisongs Ltd
I wear a paper crown and a blanket as a robe

I bare my big front teeth with a grin

My voice echoes when I roar

My feet stomp carelessly, shaking the floor


I am not a king, possibly a prince?

I am wild and unruly and untamed

I am loud and rude and mean

Yet my fur is soft and my heart is clean


I am Max - or Maxine

King - or prince

of the Wild Things
~for George Harrison~

Very

soon George, I am bound for
a stilled shaded land, a tiny isle,
which knows the
all encompassing fog,
hurricanes wrath that days linger,
and
though memorable,
never the first image recalled,

but a mind's eye video of
a perpetual sunset,
agonizing silenced colored fantasies of farewells,
each unique and alike though all things must pass,
a benign benefit comfort suckled this old man's
never fully at rest visions,

for the sunset is perfect perpetual,
always setting, never settling,
ever bound to surprise,
our farewell is another's welcoming,
and each of our days an
A-1 slicked continuum,
a sliding circularity
and
we sigh, ooh & aah
at it miracality,
its genteel reawakening
we admit with pleasured honesty,
yes, sunsets are a corridor edged,

somewhere it is always sunset,
nevereverending,
and its farewells
are truly truthful welcomings


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Shelter Island
May 2025
a returning to rebirthing
jewel May 5
the cold bites back, and the wind does not exist in
sunny california. difference? between
cloudy and gloomy. it's wet and there's ice,
and i'm dressed in nothing but jeans, blue wool, crocs,
admiring a closed loan shop, no street tacos yet,
but a pizza shop firing up their stoves, ovens,
the yeast and olive oil pressed into bowls of
dough, to form nothing but endless
platters and platters of margaritas, pepperoni,
a side of breadsticks.

a man curls up like a kitten seeking warmth on a
bus bench, waiting for the great big fireball to
embrace everything again.
but it is winter, creeping into the shadows,
into my blankets, into nighttime when the rain begins
to clean up when no one else is awake

the moon smiles fondly, and the insomniacs
find solace in the peace of night, when their time
is in no one else's hands but their own,
not in the hands of their mother, warm by
observing the rest of the world
from their perch like a ****** of crows
waiting for the next fallen fry or crumb that
falls in their line of sight

there’s a woman walking, in her mid thirties
and holding a bag of tomatoes, i think
it's not coincidence; she looks like an aunt or
grandma i've seen at church, and there’s a
man probably in his twenties who trails after her
not far like a son
copyrighted, poemsbyjewel (2025).
Zywa Apr 25
All things are still lives

in themselves, unpretentious --


what they are there for.
Novel "Het Bureau - Meneer Beerta" ("The Office - Mister Beerta", 1996, Han Voskuil), 1957 (page 33)

Collection "Not too bad"
Time is forgiving at times
Giving you things which last
Meanwhile you are preoccupied
Worried about the finish
Looking at the glass emptying
Drinking but not quite enjoying
Restless for some blissful
Forgetting to savour the sweetness
So becoming bitter with emptiness
Perhaps anger which boils over
At things not being as expected
However as this concoction rages
Something else is simmering
Waiting for you to realise
Revealing itself with tenderness
Celestial Apr 8
You've gone so far away from me...
Now someone I don't seem to see.
And I have to let it be.

You went away
and I can't make you stay.
Yet you still make me pay everyday.

For it's your choice to do so,
Just know there isn't a place I wouldn't go,
If you asked I'd certainly glow.

Like the biggest cow to make you laugh,
I'm here forever on your path.
Any who hurts you will fear my wrath.

It hurts to see you distance
yourself with instistance.
Your verdict on me is an injustice.

So I'll wait for growth,
maybe some for us both.
Someday you'll see I'm not to lowth.

I'm sorry,
Please forgive me,
Thank you,
I love you.
I feel nothing,
And it's not scary.
I feel my body
But not my heart.

There's nothing
Weighing on me.
The burden's light.
No thoughts race by.

I ignore my mind.
I zone out to find
My sanity's back.
It's all I have.
The rain sounds like you
soft at first, then heavier,
like the words I never said.

Clouds gather, pressing against my chest,
thick with unsaid confessions.
I hold them in,
tight as the sky before the storm.

Maybe I’ll break like thunder,
spilling everything all at once.
Or maybe I’ll just keep raining,
slow, quiet, unnoticed
but drowning all the same.
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