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I often watch people as they talk about their children and see the pride in their faces, they just glow. They then share the stories of their grandc... Some might say this coming day an inopportune time to suggest Apocalyptic times ahead, but others might wish to ponder the mothering responsibility of... Fulfillment can be as simple as letting each other know you are still there for eachother as the years go by. Still wanting to share in each others li... Photography and Digital Optimization
by Kimmy Van Kooten
All Rights Reserved 2008
"Blue Rose"
A Kord of the Ku''s, Kimmy brings you... A poem about going back only to arrive at the same place... Memories of love on a full mooned night of
celebratory fireworks.. .’Guy Fawkes night’ here in UK..5th November.. When I was young, our neighbors had a camp at Joe''s Pond. I was able to spend many wonderful days there. (A repost) Sad days in one location turn to "fun never ends" in another.......parts of this poem come from a dream I had. Shakespeare invented over 1700 of our common words.
Here’s my Shakespearean-inspired sonnet in his honor, composed of some of them, as highlighted.
A ... I wrote this in 2007, as I walked the Fundy shore, in Nova Scotia, and brought closure to a few lost dreams. The pic was taken in the same place. Till the ground of thy words blossoming forth thy wildflower.
Picture of me as Ben reading this poem Why are threats worsening? Have too many lost their minds and continue to deny based on false information? Besides Pfizer shipments to major cities and the beginning of inoculations today, other vaccine developers who have already reported promising phase I... Do we have any real control of our future, or is every next-moment determined by fate? (Image from Pinterest) Most everyone has an image of where their destiny might take them. Others can only trust the light leading them to…? What can say? Very little. “The 3-year-old boy and his 5-year-old brother were reported by Turkish media to have been among 12 refugees who drowned ...
Someone who is very dear to me claims that I ought to write more rhyming "poetry." Well. I'm not good at it that's for sure but for her, I'll risk ... |
