Pic collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ Re-balanced
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Room to view
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Sky
Mountainside
Trees and
Sea
Bless
The miracles of life with
A kiss from heaven
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Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Port Phillip Bay from Arthurs Seat, Victoria, Australia ~ 3.05.08 
Pic from Easy Street ~ Prompt #153 + Mantras in response to Poefusion #14
Pic from Easy Street Prompt #145
Pic from Easy Street ~ Prompt #138
Africa is the place to find secrets
(Pic from Easy Street Prompts. For more inspiring pics for writing, see the Easy Street Widget on the sidebar!)Cash flow risk
Earnings risk
Operations risk
Financial risk management
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Cash flow river
Earnings tree
Operations logging
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Circus animal
Trapeze artist
Ring Master
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Roulette
Cards
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Send in the clowns
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Miss Havisham - Miss Havisham is the wealthy, eccentric old woman who lives in a manor called Satis House near Pip's village. (Pip is narrating his story many years after the events of the novel take place, there are really two Pips in Great Expectations: Pip the narrator and Pip the character—the voice telling the story and the person acting it out.) She is manic and often seems insane, flitting around her house in a faded wedding dress, keeping a decaying feast on her table, and surrounding herself with clocks stopped at twenty minutes to nine. As a young woman, Miss Havisham was jilted by her fiancé minutes before her wedding, and now she has a vendetta against all men. She deliberately raises Estella to be the tool of her revenge, training her beautiful ward to break men’s hearts. (Estella - Miss Havisham’s beautiful young ward, Estella is Pip’s unattainable dream throughout the novel. He loves her passionately, but, though she sometimes seems to consider him a friend, she is usually cold, cruel, and uninterested in him. As they grow up together, she repeatedly warns him that she has no heart.) ~ Spark Notes on "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens
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We’re just friends is
Your platitude
Not mine
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I can face the old track
To yesterday ~
Relaxed
Even in an old borrowed
Green velvet arm chair ~
But you just bring your formal
White-coated blindness
And pleasantly
Adopt the role
Of a plastic doorman ~
Bow stiffly in the doorway of yesterday
Open it for me ~
Then walk away
To your next
Sugar puppet
Your next
Iced mannerism
Your next
Stringy smile
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But if you turn around right now
You may find
I hold the real red blood
Of your lipstick ~
The one that is not yours
The one you stole from me
The one you wear on
The back of your
White white
Jacket ~
The one you can’t see ~
The one I hold
Limp and grunged
In just one hand
Powered with boiling revenge
Tautly psyched for the next
Cannon shot
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It is called
Betrayal ~
And I know ~
It looks remarkably like
The meaty coils of
A heart.
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(Pic from Easy Street Prompts. For more inspiring pics for writing, see the Easy Street Widget on the sidebar!) Drama Queen
I know that’s what you think
Splayed out in party dress
High heels and all
In some old arm chair
I have obviously dragged
From some curbside
Junk dump
And here I am
Waiting for the 9:15
On a rusty old
Disused
Overgrown track
Which obviously has not seen
Any 9:15
(am or pm)
For quite some years
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And the smoke approaching
Is quite clearly
Conveniently detoured
By an accommodating wind
From the old chimney stack
That also should be considering retirement
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So what’s the game
You think?
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As usual
All you see
Is what you want to see
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As usual
You don’t see
Me
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I am the girl
10 years ago
You were going to marry ~
The 9:15 is your train
The one you meant to catch
But somehow
It slipped your mind
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It was the last train
On the last run
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But you retired from our destiny
The grass between us became overgrown
And the wind blew the smoke
Of our fire
Away from your view
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So here I am
A discordant note
In the symphony of your time
From yesterday
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This drama
Is your drama
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Divisions, barriers, boundaries
Are just a few words for a fence
But unlike stoic, crusty walls
Fences have many viewing platforms
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Many perspectives lurk in tiers
All framed in some tight, organized lines
Wooden or metal parallels
Hold a gallery of tactile frames
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The other side of a picket fence
Is often a cottage garden
Budding with aromatic herbs
And nostalgic daisies and roses
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The other side of a wrought iron fence
Is draped with sweeping royal walkways
Neatly clipped geometric hedges
And perhaps a King Charles corgi
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A fence style is often a lifestyle
Parading a clear dimension
Where another side of the fence
Is another reality
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The mind is a wonderful attic of cobwebs and secrets
A few pools of knowledge
And the occasional raindrops of wisdom ~
It is where the skies celebrate a seasonal corroboree ~
Storms, sunlight, dawns and sunsets
Wallow in a crucible of delights and agonies
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Upstairs
Is the treasure trove
Of peeling family portraits
And the moment when some child
Simply drifted through life
On a garden swing
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Shopping is not just shopping malls
Locked into temptation galleries
Where credit cards lean into debt
And morrows gum into yesterdays
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The beauty of synchronized shopping
Is carrying an empty spirit
To a misty mountain by the sea
And letting the soul of the landscape
Buy you a hope laden dream
Free of use by dates and fashion fads
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