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Shift words around like individual grains of sand on a See Shore Moving Poetry As a species, we strive for feelings of security and happiness, but few understand with such rewards comes risk. For to avoid life’s gamble, one is l... suffering inflicted on others, be they human or our animal cousins,for our greed, gratification, or need, is an abomination before the creator of all ... This is an English rendition of Dwana Sastry’s nānēs tribute in Telugu to the Jnānpēth ascendant, Dr. C. Narayana Reddy (Cinā... Found this old picture on the computer and it sorta told me a story about the misery that once lay behind the locked doors.
Spent last night dreaming
with Angels kind grace.
Took me on along
to her special place.
Woke again feeling
her love in my space. (My name is Brownstone, I''m no Hero yet, but someday I will be--oh, the magic that happens when we believe!) As both domestic turmoil and government leaderships falter and cause so much suffering, might it be said that there is for many men and women the figh... An original Italian language poem
(a homage to non-English speaking Italian visitors to this page).
---------------------------------------- To think for oneself might be endangered, but reality remains deftly defined as: “to be or not to be,” even in the 21st century. (Image by Ran Ortner... We all encounter lifes little hurdles. It's how we respond that makes all the difference. A write I had started years ago caught my attention this morning. The following is the delayed completion of that write. It has been said that Haiku is the "kodak moment" of poetry. See what happens when the photo moment and the word moment are combined.
This poem appear... Watching BBC today, they reported on new archeological discoveries in Pompei. The viewing triggered some nostalgia taking my mind traveling back a f... CJ asked for a translation of EL TIEMPO, which I am delighted to do, as any interest for my little poems are equal to any kind word towars my little g... For where no hope is left, is left no fear.
John Milton (1608–1674) Ah, the Iowa Caucus, Pork Chops on a stick, some corn on the cob with your butter, and good ol’ 5 minutes of fame for thousands. But what about what ... <bgsound src = ''http://www.midifilearchive.com/Rock-pop/YourSong.mid''hidden loop=-1> Tiptoing she came, like a lover full of desires and promises, like trying not to upset a dream. Connections of worth are often without explanation. (Image by Odin) Although it hurts, unhappy are those who miss no one... I dedicated a poem a while back on the loss of my dear friend Gary Weese, since then his wife has been placed in a home, she doesn''t understand what ... |
