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Impeachment’s impact is about to become commonplace along the coast of Florida, and at a certain place, ill-will continues in multiple forms. Still, ... Erosion is commonplace along the coast of Florida, and at certain places, continues in multiple forms. (Image by Pete F. Castro)
I am marching forth on March 4th. That WE, as a united nation, must find Our Loving roots that unites this nation whole in harmony. That WE, rededicat...
Firstly, let me thank all of you for your kind comments regarding "Absentia." I share the honor with you all who have been so supportive and encoura... I was asked to read something about my friend Mario at a memorial service. He was a member of our Landings Writers'' Club. A humble man with a kind he... Let''s sail the sea of tranquility <BR>Let''s glide as a wave of peace <BR>in the ocean of life <BR><BR>Let our spirits merge ... I have known this little girl since she was in diapers and she is every bit of a Princess and I have loved her and her sisters as my own. I weep beca... Do we think we can live on Mars? Perhaps a "dome" will be built if a water source is found. If anyone read any of my poems about the lady in red and Satan who dwelled in the 5,000 square miles of what is called the Mentor Marsh, you'll get it... As global countenance continues its masquerade into obsessive make-believe, consciousness is left having to consider the obvious alternative. (Image b... I don''t understand how someone promises you the rest of her/our life and then makes a u turn and thinks it''s okay. I just don''t get it. Maybe som... Thank you Georg, for without your encouragement, this would not have been written. Love ya... As we try and make sense of our country’s leadership, or lack of, many of us are left wondering how the maxim of a species'' decency, "Do the right th... This was inspired by a lonely graveyard in Independence Hill, Virginia that was across the street from my house when I was ten. I used to act as its c...
One Colour – One race – the Age of Aquarius. It is all going to happen.
Life is full of reality and its nemesis, self-deception. (Image by Odin AI) I wrote this a while ago when a friend was in an abusive relationship and she'd try to make excuses. If you are wondering, she did eventually leave hi... I have got to stop writing at 3:00 in the morning...lol Since my partner closed her alteration shop two weeks ago, she has been antsy to do something. She decided to make masks to give to her customers. Sin... To be of truth or make-believe presents more than a question in today’s social media frenzy.
The way we create our reality has been and will always r... A poem that sums up a friend who only needs you when they feel like it, never being a friend in return. To think a bit more about who we are...that is the question. Whether tis nobler to be who we''re not continues to trouble few. As difficult as it is to discern what is truth, the process itself defines our creative history. Unlike the politician, the professional, or the schol... I find it important to remind myself from time to time that I am merely a microbe in the vast art of creation. (Image by Odin AI) A soft and genuine reflection of a Masters appreciation for his submissive. Moments of love are short and powerful. If we could keep those moments of bliss for longer times, our world might not have any problems.
For Wei-Peng ... With life becoming more and more precarious as humankind races to see who can destroy who the fastest, it’s easy to forget the means to exit are not w... Love is not the toy we tire of and throw it out. (Image by Pinterest) <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/theme2.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" loop=... Trying to make sense of it all sometimes reveals unexpected rewards, those moments when the obvious becomes unavoidable, an epiphany unexpected.. Laug... Never a day goes by that the human spirit isn’t reminded of what it understands and what it doesn’t. To some, such a conundrum is maddening. To some... In childhood one wishing to be older. In middle life, one never takes off their racing shoes. In maturity’s years one questions the heart and mind a... |
