Death, Friends, Life, Living, Love, Lovers, Muses, Resilience, Terese, Teresums

The Rebirth

To my friend, Terese Bozdas.

Once I stood on the trembling ice
Of a mountain torrent in winter
Surrounded by granite boulders
And dared the wild waters to drown me.

I had lost my wife.
I had lost my home.
I had lost my hopes.
I had lost my dreams.
And I dared the wild ice
Beneath me to break.

It is curious how you can sometimes
Be so numb the desire to die
Is the only thing
That makes you feel alive.

It was only when you came to me
Some years later

Singing songs of friendship,
Singing songs of compassion,

That I felt at last
The rebirth, the renewal
Of Spring.

Communication, Conversation, Human Nature, Ideas, Life, Living, Marysa, Neuroscience, Psychology, Relationships, Science, Society, Terese, Teresums

Understanding Each Other

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY:  Paul offers some thoughts on the foundation and basis for mutual human understanding in shared experiences.

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THE CRITICS GO NOVA! “Paul Sunstone has a ravenous appetite for stupidity.  There!  I said it!  I said his name.  My therapist tells me if I say his name often enough, I will accustom myself to it, I will numb myself, and I will no longer burst into uncontrollable giggle-snorting whenever…please excuse me. I am become disconcerted…”  — Arun Ghani, India’s Blogs and Beyond, “The Herald and News”, Hyderabad, India.

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Eudaimonia, Free Spirit, Friends, Honesty, Life, Living, Marysa, People, Poetry, Quality of Life, Relationships, Self-Flourishing, Self-Knowledge, Terese, Teresums, Well Being

A Flock of Sparrows for Majel: If it is Your Wish to Remember Me

A Flock of Sparrows for Majel

“You’ve been a good friend to me.” — Teresums

If it is your wish to remember me,
Remember me when you are 60
And I am gone.

Gone except for my shrunken head
That you obscenely choose to hang
By a cheap hemp cord
From your car’s rear view mirror
Because it amuses you to watch me bob
In profoundly glaring disapproval
At the indignity of your
Triumphant, cackling laughter
For having lived to bury me.

If it is your wish to remember me,
Remember me when you are 60,
And I am gone.

Then and only then do the gods, my dear,
Begin permitting we mortals such weighty observations
As “You were a good person for me to know”.

About This Blog, Marysa, Poetry, Teresums

The Café Philos Poetry Prompt for Outlaw Boys and Girls — and Them that Will be Wild Things

This is an experiment.  Only an experiment.  I want to see if anyone of my six 1/2 readers (can’t be forgetting Teresums here) has any interest in a weekly Café Philos poetry prompt.

Naturally, it won’t be a decent, respectable prompt.  Naturally, it will be an annoying prompt.  Naturally, it will be a prompt in the spitting image of its author.  You’re welcome!

I should note I am not to blame for this.  Not this time.  The Wanton Waif of Words herself, Marysa Storm, precocious young author of “The Four Stages of Poetry“, is the sole and single person you must blame for this.

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Allies, Ethics, Free Spirit, Friends, Ideas, Life, Living, Lovers, Morality, Morals, Possessiveness, Relationships, Terese, Teresums, Values

Paul’s Two Hard-Ass Rules for All His Relationships

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: Paul offers the two most inflexible rules that he personally tries to adhere to in all of his relationships from his most casual friendships to his most passionate loves.

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THE CRITICS RAVE! “I think it’s more than safe to say these are pretty hard-ass rules to be coming from a head as soft as Paul Sunstone’s.”  — Gus “Gunning Gus” Johnson, The Blog Critic’s Column, “Leper’s Gulch Gazette”, Leper’s Gulch, Colorado, USA.

THE CRITICS WORSHIP! “Perhaps the most charitable thing the world can say about Paul Sunstone’s ‘Two Hard-Ass Rules’ is that they do not provide explicit encouragement to the murdering of old ladies, saints, and orphans.” — Aloyse Leblanc, Le Critique Passionné de Blog, “La Tribune Linville”, Linville, France.

THE CRITICS GO BALLISTIC! “With his ‘Two Hard-Ass Rules’, Paul Sunstone launches an unprovoked thermonuclear attack on the both the foundations and edifice of all decent morality.” —  Merriweather Sterling, Blogs of the Day, “The Daily Burtie”, Berwick-Upon-Tweed, England, UK.

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Advice, Anger, Bad Ideas, Buddhism, Clinging, Emotions, Human Nature, Judgementalism, Learning, Life, Living, People, Quality of Life, Terese, Teresums, Wisdom

How to Control Your Anger (Paul Sunstone’s Scandalously Alarming Advice on Anger Management)

(About an 11 minute read)

PAUL: Beat it, Teresums! I’m busy, busy, busy!  I have a post to write today for my voracious meat-eating blog audience, and all I have in front of me so far is the White Screen of Death.  No time for you.  Run off!  Go play with your sailors.  Go show them the real reason Sydney Harbor Sluts go “down under” on their sailors.

TERESUMS: Oh no you don’t, Paul! Not this time! I swore last Tuesday was the very last time in my life ever that I was going to let you shoo me away by lying about how busy you are!  Never again, Paul!

PAUL:  What? What are you talking about?

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A Flock of Sparrows for Majel: An Ordinary Girl

A Flock of Sparrows for Majel

(About a 4 minute read)

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”  ― Anais Nin

At twenty-one Ashley could not recall a time
Before she knew her looks were ordinary, average.
Still, it was not until she turned twenty-one
That she began to feel frustrated, thwarted,
Rebuffed by the ordinariness of her looks.

Her small circle of ancient and intimate friends
Had all paired off by then, leaving her
Not quite couple enough to be invited out.
At twenty-one Ashley was at last lonely.

An ordinary girl all her growing years,
Ashley was only now discovering how it felt
To be the average type and kind of woman,
Who falls into the category that men overlook.

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