Saw a shooting star in the sky and made a wish

[hariTheWinner]

maybe it was ISS

[Rozie]

@Robinski....

I do spells all the time and I have help to write them, You could say they are channelled but it is collaborative. I have to work at it.

Anyway I recognize the similarities between your poem and my spells, the same style is present. That is just an FYI...

In my book, that's a spell and one with great meaning.

Whether you use the term poem, or spell, the power of creation is working through you to complete a mission.

[Robinski78]

Originally Posted by Rozie

@Robinski....

I do spells all the time and I have help to write them, You could say they are channelled but it is collaborative. I have to work at it.

Anyway I recognize the similarities between your poem and my spells, the same style is present. That is just an FYI...

In my book, that's a spell and one with great meaning.

Whether you use the term poem, or spell, the power of creation is working through you to complete a mission.

Thank you for that Rozie... It's much clearer in my mind now...

I hadn't previously considered it, but I am aware that on occasions, especially when writing poetry, that the output - poetic, spiritual or even humorous material: is channeled through me...

I've understood this to be the case (for a certain reason) for a number of years now...

In all events, I've always considered there was something special about that particular piece... You've provided an answer...

Many thanks again...

Robbie....

[Rozie]

People use the word channeling, and everybody does that to an extent. I don't prefer that word. To me it sounds like we are robots and not creators. The truth is that it is collaborative. We have help to write our words and our spells but everybody has help. These creations are our own.

We are guided, as we should be.

[Robinski78]

Originally Posted by Rozie

People use the word channeling, and everybody does that to an extent. I don't prefer that word. To me it sounds like we are robots and not creators. The truth is that it is collaborative. We have help to write our words and our spells but everybody has help. These creations are our own.

We are guided, as we should be.

These words of yours, are so inspirational Rozie... For my part, they go way beyond belief... In effect: creating a new aspect of reality in my mind...

Thank you once again...

Robbie....

[Rozie]

You are welcome. You will see how it all comes together.

Probably you write regularly, but keep a pad of paper handy to jot down your thoughts, words or ideas. Maybe you draw sometimes. I do, and when I look back at what I have written then I can see how things have played out and the wisdom that is to be found within my own words.

It is just one very important tool that is at our fingertips.

We scuttled this thread, but a shooting star is a gift.

[Robinski78]

Hope this makes everyone smile...
(Written March 27th 2002)

‘Who Could Ask For Anything More’

Me features are old, even weathered,
I’ve a body that’s not what it’s been;
me skin is not soft - it’s all wrinkled,
like old boots that could do with a clean.

Me hair isn’t long, black and curly,
and the eyeballs don’t focus too well;
I’ve a nose that can no longer sniff right,
when it finds something smashing to smell.

These ears, that at one time heard pins drop,
now only hear bells that go ‘CLANG’,
and of teeth - once all shiny and perfect:
all that’s left, is the odd, twisted fang.

Me lips, which were warm, soft and tender,
giving kisses that broke maidens’ hearts;
are now used for sucking on wine gums,
iced lollies and soft apple tarts.

Broad shoulders and strong arms have wilted,
and the chest - now devoid of black hair;
looks more like the back of a busted commode
that has lost all its glamour and flair.

Me tummy sticks out where it shouldn’t,
me bottom – well - that’s sagging to;
and thighs that could twitch to the Rumba,
now don’t have a clue what to do.

The firm knees that I used to court on,
have turned into strange knobbly lumps;
and calves that allowed me to chase the birds,
have alas, thinned to funny, slim stumps.

Strong feet that at one time kicked footballs,
the length of a pitch - and some more;
now groan at the thought of being put down
side by side on the living room floor.

But despite all the trouble I’m having,
with parts that aren't always on call,
I can’t help but smile when weighing things up,
I’m lucky to be here at all…

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