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Wooing of the Mind: Hay Moon
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Saturday, July 16, 2011. Introspection, a specialty of those who try to figure it out. From the comfort of their chair. Extrospection, for those who prefer to learn. While wind whips through their hair. Still, there’s beauty in knowing. No matter where one sits on this sphere,. That the other one can bask in the full moon’s light. And for a moment, once again feel near. The sun and moon,.
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Wooing of the Mind: Trouble with Women
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Friday, January 27, 2012. Having some fun. I've been publishing about one short story per week. That schedule keeps me writing, keeps me practicing, and keeps me adding new titles into the marketplace for people to read. Trouble with Women is my first anthology of five of my short stories. You can find most on my work on. Friday, January 27, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Candles on A Beach.
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Wooing of the Mind: Cafe Kissess
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Sunday, March 24, 2013. Perched on a stool in a darkened cafe. Leaning close into each other. Searching for the words to say. Paragraphs written with only eyes. Then part for a kiss. For the things that were missed. With a trusting grip. A crooner crooning his thoughts. It still brings a swooning. No matter the cost. Sunday, March 24, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Candles on A Beach.
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Wooing of the Mind: Rest, Restless Mind
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Thursday, September 29, 2011. Rest, Restless Mind. Rest, restless mind. Fear not what you uncover. That do not belong to you. Of laughter and giggles. And first meetings,. They needn't come true. That's why the poets get paid. In accolades and finger snaps. Back into the night. One bulb illuminates their room. Like a beacon, not for ships. But for shifts in thinking. But nurtured by your fantasies.
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Wooing of the Mind: Damn you Jimmy Taylor
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Friday, September 16, 2011. Damn you Jimmy Taylor. James Taylor playing on the radio. Makes you think of the one you never had. And how she got away. Never held her hand. Or heard her sing the song she promised. Would haunt you in your sleep. Now it haunts you. As you lay fast awake. She awakes in a distant morning. Surrounded by azul waters. And the tan arms of the man who loves her.
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Wooing of the Mind: The Silence Brings No Comfort
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Friday, September 06, 2013. The Silence Brings No Comfort. The silence brings no comfort. The nightfall no relief. The whirling fan blows hot air. For spite, and fuel for grief. Was promised there'd be thunder. A storm to soak the air. It passed without a whimper. Left only droplets of dispair. Past the days of longing. For skin to press against. Logic and reason and knowing. All have been dispensed.
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Wooing of the Mind
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Tuesday, October 05, 2010. When a heart gets broken. It seldom splits in two. It shatters into many pieces. And you slump, hands clutching a bottle of glue. Tuesday, October 05, 2010. Labels: Wooing of the Mind. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Superheroes Need Not Apply. Candles on A Beach. I Hate What You Do to Me. Leadership author and consultant Karl Bimshas explores a different side.
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Wooing of the Mind: Friday Distraction
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Friday, September 02, 2011. She pulls you toward her,. Like north to south. She speaks with her eyes,. And blots her mouth. She clears her throat. In a subtle way. As the waiter takes. Or just peruse the list. Making mental note of the time,. And the several trains you’ve missed. She beams at the choices. Of chocolates and liqueur,. Of cakes and cobblers. And other treats that blur. 8220; None for me.
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Wooing of the Mind: The First Embrace
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Tuesday, March 15, 2011. Who are they trying to fool? These rookies know nothing of love. They share coffee and misery. Shoptalk of the things they hate. The people, the politics. The stress, the strain. How things will never be the same. She peppers her queries. Like a tentative cook. 8220;Who are you seeing? 8220;Why or why not? He was never taught. The subtleties of a prowling woman. But he will n...
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Wooing of the Mind: they and me can again be We
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Wooing of the Mind. Spontaneous poetry, prose, lyrics and other diversions from the mind of Karl Bimshas. Saturday, November 19, 2011. They and me can again be We. They can swear,. And fail to understand. They can protect what they know. They can try to keep their status quo,. With ignorance or denial. They can rouse their forces,. They can spray the eyes or pull the hair. Of mothers or daughters or elders,. Who will no longer sit. They can crack the heads of unarmed soldiers. Or morality, or commonsense.
