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A night with the loving God
as I skim the treetops gazing all around birds on nearby branches joyfully sing their song looking upwards on high never ceases to astound white clouds on a blue sky looming in the background glancing downwards my vision contacts the gro
Poetry is more about feelings than words that convey them as much as nostalgia works in our inner minds,
An ode to my Mother.
I wonder..after death, would we want to remember our old life?
when life beats us with socio economic inequities and cruelty and sadness cripple our very soul... we just can't seem to have the courage to wade more but yet keeps the flicker of hope alive...
FINDING MY PERSON.....
Just having a little fun with 'rhymes'.??
The many times crossroads have appeared in front of me daring me to choose, to pick one, only one but of course, I have choices, beyond any crossroad.
Sometimes i really don"t want to wake up.....
Brighten your day
I used to go to Dubque, but got tired of the crowds and the unsafe conditions of that town, now I go here in Platteville, Wisconsin.
Free minds can’t see, free minds can’t be, It’s all an impossibility, freedom cannot be, There is no dictator, there is no creator, There is no future, there is no past, There is nothing here to last, Simple minds create the crimes, Profess the
I’m like this because of you, I’m like this because you Never saw it through, I’m like this because the Winter Sun never shone! I’m like this because my flowers died and left me Traumatised, I’m like this because you were never here, to hold
When that moment comes, before sleep invades your space, Just for an instant, you can dictate tomorrow in this place, The star of this show will be someone you know, Where you can go, where you reside with nothing to hide, Tomorrow can be your sh
The lovely task of pulling weeds and just enjoying solitude. Nobody will bother you or try and take your job away. It is blessedly peaceful and mindfulness all wrapped in one.
What better way to end your day than to smile and say ‘I did it my way, (thanks Frank) And when the day has begun, no better way but to smile and say ‘Here comes the Sun’ (thanks George)
It is about Love
Man it rained hard a couple days ago... After a bit of a dry spell Love that after smell...
When will it end?
Meh...couldn't sleep Might as well write about it...
There’s no script for life! but it seems to me it seems to be, Lights, camera action all of the time, The director is YOU, it makes no sense, no reason Or no rhyme , to fall in line all of the time. We are not actors in a stage play, we are crea
I have been complaining about this issue my whole life, from my nonexistent family members who don't want to be bothered, to the voters who vote for people like our current blunder, I hope he's ok after his fall on his nonpolluting bicycle.
Let me love you my Darling, so I can prove to you that the sun rises through the clouds and is still shining ... Let me love you my Dearest so I can show you, even when you are at your weakest , that I'll always be there ... L
Faith is the victory....
He is worthy of my praise...
Banshees and Faeries are huge figures in Irish folklore. The Banshee is associated with heralding a person's passing to the spirit world.
A Trini’s 'over-used' excuse for gluttony. (lol!)
I wrote this 6-20-2022. This is a sad, sentimental song that we've all had a taste of, or perhaps still has a taste in our mouth from yesterday's life. When I wrote this, I wrote it here before placing on paper/ music sheets. So, this is an original first draft without music or rewriting, adding more or subtracting less. Until then...
Imagine, your whole world revolves around you literally, Who feels your pain, you!, who feels your loss, you!, who Feels but you, this world is your creation, from your imagination, In tune with life, In tune with you, a song that you make true,
This poem is simply straight from the heart and it morals is the ability to share bounds of affections with one another as a human beings, no matter, locations, place or time. there is love in sharing, and a greater passion when we all have mutual interest in making this world and planet called earth a much better place, for us all. i feel happy been on this wonderful platform, with special features, wonderful people of great mind sets.
This economy has me concerned, but not enough to go for a walk, these cars are a lot of fun!
In a thousand years, there will be new fears, global warming lost and gone no warning, new spirits flow new way to go, and all that is will be lost and gone, we're not right, we're not wrong, we are the eternal epitome of that age old song, it was
So many things still to learn....
You said something yesterday, that affects my world today, What did I say? You say it was nothing, but I feel bad, I feel sad, you don’t know?, do you care?, and then it begins! Another day, another mismatch of feelings and emotions Someone did
Living life on the fringes of danger......
If you divide the good by the bad do you get the mad? The sad? If you multiply you and me what would you see? A host of energy? If you subtract negativity, then add positivity and all that could be, Then you know you have passed!
Such is life.
Who do think we’re fooling.... not nature...... not anything at all.........
Thinking like them. But the crisis is real.
He's a professor at the University of Chicago on political science and International Relations. Very informative.
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