Egypt.“Angel In The Sand”

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Egypt
Through Harold’s Lens:

Waves of desert sand
Weaving around me
Luxor
Primary School
Before opening bell.

Hundreds of angels
Laughing & playing
Swirls of pink & purple & blue.

School uniforms you know

Pig tails & flowers & bows
Missing toofies
Teeny ear rings
Tiny headbands
Bridging swirling hair.

Giggling, running,
Jumping, sliding
Swinging, singing.

Me
Smiling with love
Mr.. SLR Nikon frozen
Mr. Pen Pal poised.

Egypt’s future
Rounds the corner.

Wow!
Memorized!
Stop!

Suspended awe!
Look at those eyes!
Pools of liquid chocolate!

“Please stand still
My little Princess”.

Oh my!
How beautiful!

Eyes for my heart
Eyes for my lens
Eyes for my Nikon
Eyes for my Mac.

Eyes for my world
Eyes for Through Harold’s Lens.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray”

 

Sweden. “Shaken! Not Stirred”

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Sweden
Through Harold’s Lens:

Please start the music first, as you are enjoying the images and words.
You will receive the full sensual experience of this story.

She marched into my face
Beautiful
Glamorous
Sophisticated
Assertive.

Was I Bond?
James Bond!
007!
Vulnerable?
A tryst?

Scared the hell out of Mr. SLR Nikon
Bond bold
Secure
Sexy.

Bond sex partner?
Bond ally?
Bond enemy?
Bond eye candy?

A strategy!
Q. A new gadget!
Where’s my Aston Martin D85?
I’m Sean, Roger, Timothy, Pierce,
and Daniel.

I’m in A View to a Kill
For Your Eyes Only
A true GoldenEye
A Diamond Forever
Live and Let Die
Nobody Does It Better.

“OK Harold”, says Rita
“Back to reality.”

Fun!
You Only Live Twice.

 

“Maiden Mild”

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Poland
Through Harold’s Lens:

Please start the music first, as you are enjoying the images and words.

You will receive the full sensual experience of this story.

Chill went up my spine
Spiritual uplifting notes
Muffled Mephistos stilled
Eyes teared
Inspiring notes.

Cello of passion
Whispering
Riveting.
Intense
Timeless aria.

Turned
Across lonely road
Shade
Large leafy oak.

Brazilwood bow
Brushed slowly
Across strings.

Snow-white feather fingers
Glided slowly
Along neck.

Eyes caressed her cheeks
Her heart
Her soul
Dreaming
Calm
Peaceful
Lithe body swaying.

My tears flowed
Nikon rose to eye
Fog through rivulets.

Push. Click. Push. Click. Push Click.

Greatest hymn ever written

Comfort
Silence
Her eyes glided open.

I whispered “thank you”
English.
She whispered “thank you”
Polish.

May you find an expression of love, calm and spiritual dimension
listening to the music from my morning.

“Bedtime Prayer”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.