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With life so precarious in every direction, perhaps a picture worth a thousand words may someday be all that’s left, and maybe a prose poem or two. (... Job figures today registered 140,000 new men and women without jobs in December. Hopefully, in another 12 days, jobs, aid, human compassion will take... Suddenly it is there, under a few socks in the back of a drawer, forgotten, like the socks that are walking no more.
''The Love Letter'' is another of the wonderful Fragonard Collection.
See also
Fragonard''s ''Young Girl Reading''
Fragonard''s ''L''Inspiration'' Merely an observation of many I’ve observed along the way who’ve thrown in the towel, reminding me often that staying alive is to know fragrance comes... As Iran doubles down, and as Washington flirts with the red button of “obliteration,” one has to wonder if any of their senses are working… besides th... Around the world, accountability of leadership is rapidly becoming only fodder for late night comedy show humor. (Image by cryptic enigma)
Looming threats...Subversive war...Disturbed...The fragrant heather...
Remembering many a night when poetry writing was fixed on napkins, I found myself thinking how fortunate I was in refusing to throw in the towel, know... Published in One Town Folio, 1998. Sponsored by The University of Iowa Hospitals & Clinics Support for the Arts Foundation
Photo of Bernice Day-Dani... The season for exchanging “stuff” is about to pass on, i.e., credit card debt and all of the generous or careless expenditures. This time of year bea... Life’s success for many of us is more than acquiring stuff one is terrified of losing. Restless slumber begets many questions, but sleepless nights most often can blame fear. My father passed away on November 28, 2002 and I wrote this hearing my mother''s heart. A woman declares her independence after years of living the life someone else chose for her In the reverie of Birdland clubs everywhere, there will always be the echo of certain jazz moments unlike any other; those memories of unique musical ... A Tribute To The Amazing Maya Angelou Who Died Last Wednesday.
Born: Apr 04, 1928 · St. Louis, Missouri
Died: May 28, 2014 Winston Salem NC
I will hope to write a decent poem, I hope before passing on. Knot to be famous and be remembered bye but for its open mind thought process. Sometimes, you just need to let yourself free fall and see where you land... Dedicated to those of us believing the universe is but a mass of portals for matter to pass through. Some even have planets down there. Mmm. Delicious... When I wrote this poem, the word "homeless" was taboo. Now, thirteen years later it has become an epidemic. Several days in a row, I passed a man si... To support America's Free Speech Press one cannot fear those who run our government as secret complicit power brokers.
Can One Person make a Differen... In this picture you see the Ben Franklin as this American HeArtMosphere Poet. In America our Free Speech Press has been weakened to submit to politica... "Don''t walk in front of me. I may not follow. Don''t walk behind me. I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend."
When the time comes for warriors to stand down and simply be. Freedom is being you without anyone''s permission.
[image: theconversation.com] Thanks again to Jo Jo 'LP' Bertrand & Debashish Haar of The Freedom of Speech, as well as the judges of FoS's Challenge II. I salute you!!
This poem has been revised and reposted, because the writing and reading of Free Verse, has reached the status it has long deserved. Thank you for yo... A tribute to Mother Earth and its inhabitants My first take on cleave poetry in form of two Haiku. As per Skeptic's Kaddish blog, you read the left hand first as one poem. Next, the right hand as ... This is about being free to be myself amidst the crowed, crazy world. As a Liberal Independent America, I found FREEDOM fleeting in that today again people are putting us, in a mold, then closing us inside it, in an ever... |
