Three poems for a penny

Three poems for a penny...

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

MONEY IS COMING

When I was 15 I read that Buddha said:
If you’re looking to buy shoes
Then the whole world becomes a shoe.
I had no idea what it meant then,
But now I remember it and see it is so obvious:
When you go to buy shoes you see shoes everywhere,
On people’s feet, in shops;
This is what is in your consciousness
And so you are aware of shoes,
And the more you see of shoes the more you see.
It is the same way with everything else:
What is uppermost in your mind comes to you,
First as images to see if you really want it
And to say it is on its way,
Then, if you carry on thinking of it
Then it comes in reality somehow.
So, to bring money to you then think money thoughts,
Talk money,
Imagine money coming to you and it will;
Believe it to be so, see it,
Spend it in your imagination,
Play with it and be grateful
For the least sign of it to let the universe know
It’s what you want;
The more it comes the more it comes.
When you’re looking for money
The whole world becomes money.
I so wish this to be true.

AN EERIE STORY

I could feel heat and I started to choke
On the fog
That had turned into thick acrid smoke,
Then flames licked luridly and I felt myself falling.
I started to lose consciousness as I fell down
Into a darkness that was complete;
The last thing I knew was a presence
That stood over me as I felt my soul
Being tugged from my body
An eerie laughter pricked some part of me
And brought me to
And I was fighting to escape from something.
I clawed my way past sentinels
That could easily have thrown me back down
Into the pit behind me,
They seemed to be waiting for direction;
All was dark as I ran towards a small pin-prick of light.
Behind me a cry of rage came from something not human.
The fog closed around me and all went black
And I was never seen down there again
Except in dreams

ZEN BOARDS THE LOVE BOAT

Love boat was the name of the boat,
Rowed by a clandestine lot
And a most ruffianly looking captain.
There came a bump and a: hey!
Most peculiar
So far out on the ocean
With only water and sky
For as far as could be seen
“What’s that?” said the captain.
“It’s me,” said Zen.
“Zen, is that you?”
“Help me aboard,” she said.
The lads dragged her in all wet and slithery and stinking of seaweed. “Good to see you again Zen,” said the captain.
“Aye,” said the lads, eyeing up her naked body.
“Give me your coat,” said Zen to the captain, who handed it over for Zen to quickly cover herself up.
“Now that the gang’s back together again where shall we go?” asked the captain.
They all looked at one another trying to think.

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