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The greatest gift, a poet can give, is a "Blanket" of insight that blesses, this world within A Poet''s owned independent words. Every poet, must writ... Often, the most habitual means of human protection and comfort remain uncelebrated, their existence merely a given. What if we put a 1776 Betty Ross, Red, White, ''n Blue Blanket over "We The People" to celebrate Washington crossing the Delaware at Christmas time. How unforeseen the evolution of chance, the forever intimate confusion and suspense life provides. Wishing not to pontificate, I couldn’t help but gro... Our world is shrinking in vastly more ways than one. Our awareness, ironically enough in this age of instantaneous communication, is grievously dimmin... Nature is so often "in tune" with one's moods; or it could be the other way around. A poem of many years ago seems to fit well with my aging experience. My adopted Spartan existence is rife with thankfulness. (Image by Diane Diederic... That old saying, "Money isn't everything" to me is so true. I have something better and any earthly riches. I am ever mindful of the gift God has given me to have such a wonderful husband who is my best friend. It is hard for my thoughts to keep the two sep...
Come to me over the silence of the night,
Come to me like the jungle moon white,
Come as the nightingale's songs delight,
Come like the merry music o... Blessings of Phaedra was published 2008 in The Hudson View
& nominated for The Pushcart Prize Turning out my 16-yr old's pockets prior to laundering this morning, together with a manky old golf glove I found these lines on a scrap of paper... s... We all lose our way at some point in the journey. Some find themselves, others forever repeat the error. (Image by braveheart) Inspired by an excelent poem titled "Poem for Nothing" by one of the authors of the writing group "Escritas" (based in Portugal, and formed by writers... For everyone who feels the hours of wakefulness are cheating you out of love’s generosity, look forward to the nocturnal answers that merely wait to b... A poem which was inspired by the attached photo..sent by a friend..i wasn''t sure what to make of it at first..a window..with a blind across..then the... Sometimes I''ll have a thought and I''ll jot it down for later. Well, sometimes I get back to them and sometimes not. Then when I finally do, often ... Inspired by not one, but many songs with the same theme of unrequited love coupled with unconditional love that isn''t reciprocated and what it does t... We sometimes forget we have choices, even though they are causal in nature There are so many means of toxic contamination today. This is but one. There are so many means of toxic contamination today. This is but one. Image by Washington Post) Today, it is arguable that the world’s delusional addiction to immediate gratification will continue to vanquish reality’s obvious purpose—until we aw... For all those who find success within, where self-esteem and self-respect reside, this piece of prosetry is for the populace of delusionists seeking s... Contemplating some of Nagarjuna’s thinking on “nothingness,’ I was left considering the existence of that which we know not of, shrouded in the unopen... At times, urban suffocation forces us to retreat. Escape’s paradoxical nature often delivers unexpected solutions. (Image by Mihoko Ogaki)
When we learn who we are we will know the perfection of all things and therein find our bliss. Oh those cold, windy blizzards.(Most of my poems were written as a child/teen, over the years, I''ve edited/updated and uploaded onto AuthorsDen.) Aging is a trip! Some days are better than others, but each one is a Gift. Just don't try too hard. "I come to collect a debt of respect" A poem describing the total lunar eclipse over England March 2007 “And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake: and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon be... |
