Pink Angel Wings

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Pink Angel Wings soar above so below

Flow

Mirrors Images Lives insides outsides

Bride

Joy Loving Pink shades bliss

Misses

Applause God Skeyes

Flies

Living Heaven

Seven

Lucky

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‘Round

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34 Responses to Pink Angel Wings

  1. http://dversepoets.com/2015/08/13/meeting-the-bar-echo-verse/

    ^^^

    This is such a cool prompt.

    Love it Mary.

    Be back to read
    and
    comment
    on all
    later..:)

  2. Why not soar those skies.. sounds like heaven.

    • Yes.. Bjorn.. and ha! the photo will suffice
      without any words
      at all
      to express
      just that..
      my friend..
      i go out and
      capture evidence
      of Heaven everyday
      now to the tune of
      80 thousand plus
      documented
      photos in
      the last
      two years..
      i have an unlimited
      supply of inspiration
      for just that one photo
      at a time..
      i can and
      WILL..
      easily write
      80 thousand poems
      like this.. some longer
      some shorter too..
      and i’m well on my
      way.. in numbers of
      hundreds in just
      one blog
      post here
      and theRe..
      no one will ever
      be able to singularly
      read what i do when
      i finish.. i promise you that..
      but why would they.. huh
      and that’s OKay baby
      as it’s all
      ZEN
      to
      me
      wITh biggest
      smiles of
      course
      spanning
      THE H8
      of in
      fin
      it
      y
      2..:)

  3. Mary says:

    What a beautiful photo; and very nice echo verse response. So much joy in thinking about those pink angel wings!

    • Thanks so much Mary.. that is truly a perfect Geographical location in my area to get gorgeous sunsets mirrored on the still waters of pond.. and this echo prompt is certainly fun for mirrors.. too.. smiles.. pond or not..:)

  4. kitkat says:

    “Lucky Hate.” I love that. So creative! I won round 1. I one around noun. Now-n. Little i. Eye, sandwiched by exclamations and circles. Reminds me of The Skeleton Key and the chalk lines and circles. Remember at the end, when she had accidentally allowed herself to be trapped inside the chalk circle by the “body snatchers”? Then her body was taken over by a soul not her own. Where did she go? Into an elderly body for her remaining days. Isn’t that what life feels like? Like we jump straight from youth into old bodies, wondering what kind of evil magic just made that happen. Surreal.

    • Well first of all Kitkat.. just wanna say i missed YOU.. what has it been one week two weeks.. YESTERDAY.. THE DAY BEFORE.. whatever.. it seems like forever here.. without you hehe.. but anyway.. you know and i don’t know when i write i try not to think.. just let the stuff come off my fingertips.. and you my friend are coming to some of the same analysis i come TO too.. and it’s kinda like that H and 8 symbolism for infinity too.. and like this is a round of Infinity successfully completed in heaven for me.. now.. always now.. and hell a round for all i know and don’t really need to know is probably just a continuous now anyway.. what the heaven.. i mean with bliss there is no time anyway just joy in living in pink angel wings and unicorns all the time now.. and yes.. i do remember you just adore pink unicorns.. too.. and oh GOD to hell with the age and body thingy.. i mean gosh.. i am 55 and if i compute it correctly by the rings of your words and that birthdate code i come across one time.. you are 42 or something like 13 years my junior hehe.. and oh GOD when i am 21 i feel 80 something.. when i am 47 i feel like the devil under a bridge or a troll or whatever.. as a thousand year old Zombie… then varying around Zombie age for 5 years.. and now OMG I seriously feel younger than I can ever remember before.. it’s oh GOD like I’m always 3, 5, or 7 with all them advantages that come with that white privilege middle age 230LB ‘redneck’ softball law enforcement dude player looking thingy.. with FBI shades that are cooler than OBG secret service style guarding the frigging president of wherever or her daughter sounds like more fun.. for dance of course IF she is older than 18 and color.. nationality.. creed,. religious orientation ..and stuff like that does not matter to dancing feet in the least!..

      Where was i.. oh yeaH.. when my Aunt Jettie is 94.. and yeah i’ve told this sea story i don’t know how many times here.. so apologize for any REPetition that comes now.. but when she CAN smile bright and wide at 94 and i am so humanLY exhausted without emotions at 47.. where i am a literal Zombie who cannot seriously ever remember what it feels like to smile.. as all memories go away.. of emotion.. AND YEAH.. when emotionS goes away.. as there are no reference points for feelings when there are no feelings.. yeah.. lesson learned.. never repress your emotions you may not like what you eventually wish for at all.. as i am not afraid of being in an elderly body.. just one without a heart.. spirit expressed as that emotional heart.. and a balanced soul that is fed a steady diet of heart.. everyday..

      So yeah.. poetry.. dance.. and song.. and ART in general is my Zombie Vaccine that I take in copious amounts documented wRite here on this blog.. and if the Apocalypse of Zombie get much bigger i will make sure I have the biggest heart of all.. not to sink..6 feet under withOUT soul.. of the living dead.. in life.. EWW.. NOW THAT’S REALLY SCARY.. SO

      POETRY ON BABY.. WITH DANCE AND SONG.. AND ALL THAT OTHER
      ART THAT GOES AROUND AND COMES AROUND AS WE LIVE WELL NOW..;)

      SEE YA LATER
      KIT
      KAT..:)

  5. Gabriella says:

    The beautiful photo is a wonderful illustration for your words. I wonder whose those pink wings really are.

    • Yes.. dear and truly i know nothing of that now.. as to what those pink wings really are.. just feel THAT IN the photo above.. TALING a fuller story of IT that ho human words can and will ever do alone.. yeah computer imagery and all of that… but it is only imitation of imagery of what is real.. and truly that’s what words are from the get go.. just an approximation of poeTRY in abstract construct of metaphor to get at IT REAL.. anyway one thing i know for sure is a three letter word that starts with G or O.. is zero 0 not enough to express IT AT ALL THAT IS.. A MIRRORED SUNSET THOUGH does IT justice.. but just like that movie ‘Contact’ inspired by the writings of Carl Sagan they should have sent a poet to describe GOD and not a frigging rocket scientist.. who is just learning to take one small step for human kind.. and with that said.. here is a little ‘contact’ to more fully and graphicAlly describe THAT…:)

      LIKE I FEEL WORDS ARE
      never enough in what I am trying
      to paint too
      dear..
      Gabriella..
      with smiles
      of course as
      WELL.. or
      is a
      human
      BRUSH WITH
      OUT FLESH
      AND BLOOD
      TO EXPRESS IT
      IN SONG AND DANCE..
      THRIVING ALIVE WITH
      THE LIVING ALL THAT IS..:)

      AND that’s why a dude comes out
      on Pensacola Beach in this
      video
      too..
      broad shoulders..
      moving calmly
      across the
      sands
      with
      a broad
      smile and
      sparkles of
      sand sifting
      through palm
      that
      looks like
      a 6 or
      golden
      mean
      spiraling
      Truth of
      GOD’s Signature
      too.. as a galaxy of LIGHT
      in hand as well as skeyes of GOD
      moving connecting and creating with CONTACT NOW2..:)

      Anyway thanks for stopping by..
      i’m off to make a big
      SPLASH DANCING
      TONIGHT
      HAHA!..;)

  6. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Gorgeous opening line 🙂
    Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  7. kanzensakura says:

    Wonderful response to the prompt. Beautiful photo.

  8. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Your brevity astonishes me, but nice job of echo poetry.

    • Ha! Glenn.. it’s like driving a thousand miles an hour.. putting on the
      brakes and moving one mile an hour..
      whew.. that’s a mission of a life
      time for me.. to do that
      in dance and words..
      and truly that’s
      what i’ve been
      doing in both
      dance and my responses
      here to other poets getting
      control of a Godzilla brain
      and body.. riding it
      softly.. and slowly
      flowing in
      peace of
      mind..body
      IN balance..
      and truly the best
      part of dance tonight
      will be later in the night..
      where i slow it down to
      barely perceptible movements
      without a care of people.. hundreds
      of them watching me trying to figure
      out if the drugs have worn OFF OR WTF is
      going on.. but oh GOD.. people in the
      west need to get exposed to what
      has truly worked in the
      east and is still
      working in
      corporate life
      as the employees
      start each day
      with group
      TAI CHI
      getting
      it all
      regulated
      and integrated
      as far as emotions
      senses.. focus
      and short
      term working
      memory goes..
      if the U.S. doesn’t
      get moving.. connecting
      and creating like this
      we are in real
      big trouble
      as our spiritual
      giants in peers
      compete against
      us across the
      ocean in
      mind and
      body
      balance..
      but as always
      i’m making
      UP FOR IT
      IN THE COMMENTS
      SECTIONS AS THESE
      FINGERS GO GO GO..
      WITHOUT A THOUGHT
      OF TIME.. SPACE
      OR DISTANCE..
      AND I’LL STOP
      NOW.. BEFORE
      I GO OVER
      10K WORDS..
      AS MY LONGEST
      COMMENT IS 9820
      WORDS OR SO..
      AND at that point
      the Word Press formatting
      falls apart and it is just ONE
      BIG BLOG OF UNENDING TEXT..:)

  9. Shadiatique says:

    Well written. Made me interested.

  10. Sumana Roy says:

    love those huge pink angel wings covering the earth and the sky and the flowing words wonderfully captivating them….

    • Hi Sumana.. i appreciate your kind words of describing my words as captivating.. and will be by your place soon.. probably later tomorrow.. as i am off to dance for now.. smiles.. and hope your now is going great as well..:)

  11. https://decodinghappiness.wordpress.com/2015/08/14/that-one-name/#comment-4233

    ^^^

    Ah.. Love is the song that makes the heart float.. and breathe..
    and you sing a wonderful song of that
    my friend.. and heart
    is worth
    an endless
    number
    of
    words..
    wheRe a spirit
    of heArt fills
    the beat
    of soUl..:)

  12. Kathy Reed says:

    Unique form for a unique writer….really lovely write inspired by such a beautiful and awe inspiring photo!

    • Hi Kathy thanks so much.. and if i am tasked to write two or three poems an hour days at a time for just that one photo.. it will be no problem at all.. as the heart flies with wings that needs no sidewalks of limitations or expectations.. smiles.. and hope your now is more fabulous than ever and gets more fabulous now as WELL.. BEING can be..:)

  13. https://decodinghappiness.wordpress.com/2015/08/05/knock-knock/#comment-4331

    ^^^

    Gosh.. I love all of animals and plant life so much.. and it makes me kinda sad to be a meat eater.. truly it does.. especially when i go to see all the sweet farm animals once a month at my wife’s in-laws family farm i show on my blogs once a month.. but.. i do pay the animals respect for giving their lives for me to eat every time i sit down to a meal of steak.. and chicken.. and even fish.. and truly plants too.. anyway.. that is a very healthy way to be.. and i promise if you ever visit me.. you will dance and sing before you leave.. smiles.. at least once anyway..

    I have this friend from Pakistan named Lala Rukh.. and we are good friends like this but she has lots of ups and downs.. and you seem so fluid IN positivity all the time.. which is like me now.. truly… and even through her downs i stay her friend.. and try to encourage her to write when she gets quite.. and she asks me why do i stay her friend.. and then she tells me you are a real person.. and you know what that is truly said as truly there do not seem to be many real people on the Internet from the U.S. that are willing to Unconditionally give the kind of Love that the man Jesus talks too..

    Sad that the only real Christians seem to live.. where Christians churches do not.. and of course there are exceptions but too many sad rules.. You are a breath of fresh air.. i will continue to breathe THAT.. as i am that fresh air of GOD too.. NOW.. and i am more blessed than i can possibly imagine for that one fact of FEELING that YES.. i can Unconditionally Love.. as TOUGH PASSIONATE LOVE.. with no restrictions.. no exclusions.. as ONE CREATiON that FLOWS through Flesh and Blood and the smallest electron

    of stOne
    of
    rocK
    of
    aGes
    YES.. aGain

    LOVE..:)

    WitH

    tEARs of
    JOY….(“:

    I don’t belong to any religion just the Nature of God..
    And I still Love all religions.. With smiles..
    May I ask your preference in religion..
    As I am really curious
    as it obviously
    works for you..:)

    Ha!.. we exceeded the reply limitations..
    yes.. i am familiar with Jain..
    and just reviewed it
    on Wiki.. and
    that is mostly
    how i believe..
    i am mostly
    always
    celibate
    too.. even in
    the tradition
    of marriage..
    but i don’t
    think i tell
    you my
    Grandfather
    is a Catholic
    Priest before..
    and actually
    a noted Author
    from last century
    dining with Einstein
    as a fellow member
    of the Socialist Party
    IN New York.. New
    York.. who changed
    his way of doing THAT
    for a little while.. long
    enough for my eventual
    existence to come to fruition..
    And haha! you can Google
    one of my Grandfather’s
    books named “Behind
    the Dictators” as
    it is now free
    in PDF form..
    so anyway
    i guess
    celibacy
    runs in
    my
    blood
    too.. and
    i am talking
    to the THE
    actual relations
    of that as procreation…
    I am sure GOD does not
    want me to have children
    with other plans for me..
    and i do love being
    married and my
    wife is celibate
    too… we have
    no secrets..
    and i
    suppose
    that is
    part of
    our
    complete
    trust in each
    others.. it works..
    and truly there
    are enough
    people
    in the
    world
    to save it
    AS NATURE
    is to choose
    not to have
    children..
    for at
    least
    some
    folks who
    can live like that..:)

    http://www.bartleby.com/39/45.html

    ^^^

    Quote:

    “The known universe has one complete lover and that is the greatest poet. He consumes an eternal passion and is indifferent which chance happens and which possible contingency of fortune or misfortune and persuades daily and hourly his delicious pay. What baulks or breaks others is fuel for his burning progress to contact and amorous joy. Other proportions of the reception of pleasure dwindle to nothing to his proportions. All expected from heaven or from the highest he is rapport with in the sight of the daybreak or a scene of the winter woods or the presence of children playing or with his arm round the neck of a man or woman. His love above all love has leisure and expanse … he leaves room ahead of himself. He is no irresolute or suspicious lover … he is sure … he scorns intervals. His experience and the showers and thrills are not for nothing. Nothing can jar him … suffering and darkness cannot—death and fear cannot. to him complaint and jealousy and envy are corpses buried and rotten in the earth … he saw them buried. The sea is not surer of the shore or the shore of the sea than he is of the fruition of his love and of all perfection and beauty.”

    “There will soon be no more priests. Their work is done. They may wait awhile … perhaps a generation or two … dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place … the gangs of kosmos and prophets en masse shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest. The churches built under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women. Through the divinity of themselves shall the kosmos and the new breed of poets be interpreters of men and women and of all events and things. They shall find their inspiration in real objects to-day, symptoms of the past and future… . They shall not deign to defend immortality or God or the perfection of things or liberty or the exquisite beauty and reality of the soul. They shall arise in America and be responded to from the remainder of the earth.”

    -Walt Whitman
    “Leaves of Grass”

    Maybe
    Jesus already
    comes again and again.. again..
    and again and no one notices
    him or her in eyes..ears..
    of Walt Whitman
    and
    others..
    for surely
    this is the
    real message
    of Jesus.. that
    we are all Christ
    Children wITh GOD
    as
    eyEs
    of
    GOD..:)

    Yes
    That
    TreeoF
    Practice
    and never
    perfection
    of
    books.

  14. http://xpoet73.blogspot.com/2015/08/recommended-daily-allowance.html

    ^^^

    EyEs of children feel.. sense what is Real..
    EyeS of school.. change senses and feelings
    of what IS Real..
    Time immemorial Now..
    Real feeling senses
    starting at toes..
    balancing grains
    if sand now..
    plain Truth
    is in
    feet
    of
    i..
    just waiting
    to dance
    and sing
    a feat
    of
    free
    Again..
    and no
    as long
    as toes
    move..
    never
    too late..:)

    Last night while dancing i tale the truth of a story
    to my wife and even show a photo of the
    suspect short and true..
    a young lady.. decides
    to get the attention of her
    peers by coming up and
    bootie dancing with the
    wild and crazy
    dancing man..
    kind of
    like Wild
    Kingdom if
    you feel what i mean..
    anyway i go on to tale
    the truth to my wife.. that
    she is too short to get
    up to where she wants
    to be.. and those
    martial
    arts blocks
    with legs
    gently
    swaying
    cheeks of
    passion another
    way work well
    to escape
    a way-ward
    cheek
    of full
    kindness
    and affection of course..
    but anyway i dare to tell
    the truth always
    and that
    is the best policy
    to keep any friendship
    alive.. unless it is a bad
    hair day
    and the wife
    asks how does my
    hair look.. i just
    tell my wife the
    same story
    on that over
    and over..
    you can
    pick your nose..
    and always
    look
    gorgeous
    just the same..
    and yeah..
    truly
    that’s
    the truth too..
    THAT makes stuff
    easy.. when one
    can always
    get
    a way with
    the truth
    unscathed..:)
    OBTW..
    so far in two
    years of blogging
    there are only three
    bloggers i respond to
    every single post and
    now you are number four
    and unusual as the rest
    are all in their twenties
    and female..
    oh and there
    is another ‘woman’
    i will respond to every
    time but she is a rambling
    free spirit like me and i will
    find her
    everywhere
    shE goes..;)

  15. lynn__ says:

    Amazing photo and interpretation of it as “pink angel wings”, KatieMiaFrederick!! You focused on the beauty and squeezed it into the form, and i hear the echoes clearly!

    • Thank you dear smiling Lynn..
      and oh Goodness as usual
      you are last in the list
      and going in order
      i will see you
      a little
      later to
      read you
      theRe as
      is always
      my pleasure to
      add something new..;)

  16. Mary..
    i am
    so inspired by
    your echo prompt
    that my practice..
    finishing commenting
    on all of dVerse poems
    will be this specific
    form here.. of three
    short lines and three
    short echoes.. as
    the ‘gifted boy’
    will
    Fly
    with
    smiles
    ON course
    starting now
    at 1701..
    Military
    Time..;)

    Ah.. greaTest treasure
    Pleasure
    being reborn again
    Blend
    dancing spirit Alive!
    Thrive!..:)

    Dance the earth with song
    Long
    Touch the souls of others
    Role
    Create life as new
    Rule..:)

    True Poet heArt of Spirit
    Written
    Resolve to forge ahead
    Bled
    Poem of Now grow
    SoUl..:)

    Highways of life littered
    Twittered
    Dreams of Brain
    Drain
    Human Deep
    Sleep..:)

    Trump Bump Oomphs Sump Pump
    Funk
    Hillary female wave
    Brave
    Pompous ASS
    CRASS..;)

    GLENN
    This prompt
    is so FUN
    i
    CAN’T
    STOP
    Just
    doin’
    IT..:)

    Signs above so below again
    Grin
    God waves blink
    Wink
    Oceans span human cities
    Synchronicity..:)

    Fall breeze Whispers Summer cool
    Fuel
    Human energy abounds
    Around
    Break in North Florida Heat
    Beats..:)

    It is actually 65 this
    morning in the Panhandle
    of Florida.. and what a cool
    breeze that is.. smiles..:)

    Fear the father of all stuff hate associated
    SH**
    Tension the stuff of all human fear related
    Belated
    Love the only escape
    Break

    These boots are made for walking
    Talk
    These legs are made for dancing
    Prance
    My wife allows me to be free
    Glee..;)

    I think i’ll
    write a song
    one day
    or perhaps
    one will
    copy
    one
    from me..;)

    And interestingly Echolalia
    is a condition that i am
    ‘gifted’ with from
    birth along with
    the precocious
    HYPERLEXIC
    reading skills
    that helP
    me to communicate
    as a non-verbal
    autistic child..
    and that’s
    a big pArt
    of why i
    am unique
    as the parrot
    learns to sing..:)

    But it’s hard to relate
    that to folks who have
    always spoken easy
    and do not
    understand
    the sadness
    and
    loneliness
    of FEELING AND
    understanding
    it all with silence…

    No one will
    shut me up
    now.. as
    i can
    finAlly
    speak
    it all
    OUT
    WITH WORDS
    AND STEPS OF LIFE AS DANCE
    AND POETRY AS SONG OF FREE..:)

    Ah.. Dance Language Universal too..
    True
    To live a life without dance blue
    Rue
    Oh.. to really connect.. create and MOVE
    SMOOTH..:)

    Selfie human reflects window soul
    Glow
    Mirror water surprise eye old
    Bold
    No time like Present
    Spent..:)

    Ah.. to live in low places
    Faces
    Drifting empty life death
    Breath
    No high places no jumps
    Trump

    Passion flower of Garden’s heat
    Sweet..
    Humans heart spirit soul bright
    Light
    Flowers Love
    GlOve..:)

    Emotions HeArt Expressing SpiRit miNd Body Balancing soUl
    Goal
    Moving Connecting Creating Soul Grows
    Flow
    Present Just DOing NOW Real
    PILL

    Ah.. hour of now near hear now
    Bow
    Present greaTest gift wow
    Pow
    Power Force Ten Blend
    Spend..:)

    Genetic memory Cold
    Sold
    Truth not often told
    Bold
    Present Force no form
    Born..:)

    1831

    Yes.. Force Lives within
    Win
    Never Force ruled by men
    Sin
    God JUST BE
    FREE..:)

    930

  17. X says:

    NIce flow in this one. You did well wiht the form – I could not get it off the ground. Ha. The flow into mirrors and the little 7 and 8 play there in the end was fun. Nice skies man – pink at night sailors delight/pink in the morning sailors warning. If you care to believe.

    Sorry I am late. We had our first HS football game of the year last night, and it was 2 hours away so I got home in the middle of the night. Was fun though, and we won. Have a great weekend man and thanks for popping over.

    • Yeah.. ‘Red Dawn’ can be scary.. and thanks.. i kinda went ugh when i first saw the prompt and all the restrictions but it’s funny i write so much now.. that my inner me in creativity figures it out without me having to analyze it.. kinda like when you tell yourself you need to get up without an alarm clock at 6:59 am.. and voila you wake up and your watch says precisely 6:59.. the conscious mind is only a drop of what we are in totality as human being.. and that is the danger of using too much mechanical cognition in the illusion of the past and present.. never developing that inner me.. but yeah.. the price of living in modern societies.. is a more or less a computer brain to keep it all going for all the responsibilities of the ‘math’ of life that do come…

      High School Football.. is a sweet memory to me.. too fragile to play.. but a big fan of my High School team.. with the bus trips to see away games.. such a healthy bonding force for the entire community it is.. and truly one of the last things left other than church that people can share to sense that tribal instinct of comfort and safety in numbers of looking at something for a common purpose and goal in life of winning.. the wife hates football so any chance of going again pretty much died with our marriage along with dancing.. but i finally got brave enough to go out on the town alone without a beer to calm my social anxiety.. haha.. now i am at the polar opposite extreme of free social human being.. which is nice.. as i remember going to dance when I am young.. and feeling so restricted by having to drink a six pack of beer to be brave enough to go in.. uncomfortable in my skin and ability to express the small talk to get to know people.. still not much small talk.. as it gets long and DEEP quick.. but lots of dance moves that communicate without voice.. THAT can be deep too.. hehe..;)

      And yeah.. no problem on coming here later ever.. i make that a practice now.. as it seems so easy to offend anyone online.. and i’m just waiting to see a restriction in the prompts that says.. the comments section can only be so many lines long.. haha.. but if so i’ll just comment in the last blog post comment sections… there are few ‘rules’ i cannot break other than local state and federal ones.. and truly my entire life I am an ‘expert’ at following rules.. and that almost kills me.. lesson.. learned.. and a practice in life that will certainly benefit the mental health of many folks approaching OCD like me then.. and my wife still now.. like ‘Fatal Attraction’.. with the towels evenly spaced and aligned in the bathroom.. but for love we will do anything.. with smiles.. at least i will.. so smiles..:)

  18. “Mirrors Images Lives insides outsides” and a perfect picture to prove it to…lovely.

    • Hi Himanirawatnayalmani… thanks for dropping by with those lovely words of appreciation.. and oh how i do love that photo too.. the sunsets in North Florida feel no equal to me.. Summer Gulf Breeze of moisture.. marvels in sunset fare..:)

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