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Oh, how some people change and allowing them to do so peacefully is an art!! '' . . . faithful . . . '' <bgsound src = ''http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/midi/im_your_lady.mid''hidden loop=-1> Way before Plato, and far after, History has had its Sentinels of Rhyme, Guardians of Time. Their devotion keeps civilization in check. Have you ever seen the desert in the moonlight? It is so lovely. Have you ever been to the desert at twilight? It''s so beautiful.
<P> ... for your birthday, for remembrance, for the moon and stars and summer sun I wrote this on the road to Vegas. I wonder if that would be a better title. Picture provided by Barbara Jo Bryant
Her photography is outstanding
Contact bb1@prodigy.net if your like her work.
To reflect on one’s experience of aloneness versus oneness is to find a special sanctuary for contemplation. (Image by JrinksJr) Rapidly reaching the “no turning back” timetable, climate change, with all its frightening potential, remains for many a fictitious political malady. ... How curious it is that we think of deserts mostly as remnants of the past, yet forever alive and often beautiful in its own way. A lifeless forlorn place lacking vitality and spirit. Acrostic.
A look inside we have nothing to hide. (Have you met Desire?)Painting by Matisse Definition- cupidity,fascination,lasciviousness,
passion,rapaciousness,rapture,yearning Desire beyond cosmic grip . . .
When we find ourselves very down, looking up, it’s often difficult to see the obvious. (Painting by Edward Hopper) Republic (Can) God Bless America can abandon thy Veteran Poet Birth~Write~Right, but I pray that the Divine GOD above ~ does naught.
To write in Free... My sister just left to return home to Ft Lauderdale, I wrote this poem to help deal with my feelings. I hated saying goodbye to her. She is my half ... With the media reminding us daily of the disparaging gap between the poor and the rich, America still draws the dreams of both the homeless and the re... The repressed will always seek escape. The world’s ever increasing inner-city options remain forever limited. (Image by Barbara Marie Kraus) Might there ever be a melding of realistic wants and needs that might comfort the disenfranchised, those flailing with so much desire for solace of he... Having read several poems on site regarding loss, especially that of love, I myself needing to express another point of view; the reality of reciproca... Sometimes I get that "lost" feeling. Of course, I'm not lost. I'm Alice. We are now and always COMPLETE. This is a fact of life that remains relatively unknown because we inadvertently have decided it thus. We must learn ho... The blood in my Italian half seeks expression. My grandparents, Francesco and Rose Leonetti, were both fiery and romantic souls. I write this to ''Thr... - Many argue that we have no free will, that we are the result of fate, of destiny, of that which we have no control over. Some say one might have a ... In a deep writing rut that said why write Poetry, nobody cares. I seen a Jimmy Santiago Baca, TV showcase, about the calling of Poet Tree, and it set ... HAVE YOU EVER ASKED THE QUESTION WHY?
Some argue destiny determines everything. Others take the position that free will is part and parcel of cause and effect. Some of us choose to own ou... Many often live out their fate, rather than creating their destiny. (Image by Johansson) the possibility exists only fate and persistence keep it at bay.
28 April 2012 Determination, I salute your courage
When the sweeping floods flooded your path, you walked through their assault unhurt
When the scorching sun shut ... There’s something about obstacles overcome that make life really worth living. (Image by phantomself) <B>A Painting by Peter Bruegel</B>
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"There are worshippers under the sun, whose eyes ...
he recent disasters on our nation's coasts motivated me to write the sad short poem below. excerpt from Alex Grey’s "Artist’s Prayer"
“Art can be worship and service. The incandescent core of our soul, A glowing God’s eye, infinitely aware... There’s something about overcoming obstacles that makes life worth living that much more. (Image by phantomself) |
