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It's not a reason for parties or the three day week-ends. THINK about it. Even though I hold out hope each year that this poem will have outgrown its annual restating, each year seems to merely repeat history somewhere in th... This morning, long before bad habits are discarded, I was given inspiration to begin earlier than usual to toss concentrating on negative memories. Th... little Zoey''s visit today triggered this one Returning to Authors Den after a four month absence. Reflections remain alive, whether behind impaired sight, or by battered mirror. (photo by AP) No one can take away our memories, we may try to put things on a back burner as to say but it is and will always be there. Our memories, our thoughts ... I love the movies of way back when. Little House on the Prarie being one of my favorites. I was looking at some old pics of Farmhouses and my fingers ... Many years ago in an acting class I was conducting, an older man who was cast in “Bertolt Brecht’s “Three Penny Opera” was working on a characterizati... Today people may not think much of the words we jot down but to us they are going to be precious that one day will mean a lot to them as they read the... In memory of all those I loved... and lost. [Inspired by ON THE BENCH,
gesso-duro sculpture (2002)
by Bozena Happach.]
Sometimes our best friends, real and created, betray us. But, there’s always reconciliation. (Image by Nicholas Bruno) Our olfactory sense is so conditioned from birth through everyone’s lifespan. Sight may wane, sound may dim, taste will evolve, and touch may be scar... Few embrace the senior years for fear of loss. Some believe there’s some magic there as well. I wish the emotional rips and tears were as easy to mend as a ripped seam! This is without the greates slaughter of innocents again, here is a letter to the Minister in charge with slight alterations. This is my offering for the opening poem for the soon to be released book, MENDER OF SOULS, from Award Winning author, JESSIE WISE
I am so excited to... Allowing a blistering pocket of inactivity,
the brain quickly falls prey to the discomfort of little movement. (Image by Pinterest)
I have long wanted to write a poem that would traverse time not in name but in thought. I live in self doubt that my abilities will not develop in rhy... We often forget that many hungers can be satisfied by a spectrum of sensorial gratification. The rewarding part is that our senses are always availab... To the reader. Because, because... we all are careful to remember to guard our "minds"...Lord Have Mercy!Encouragement is found in the book-of-Philipp... Our lives measured on the cosmic scale is a rather daunting concept. Another interesting pome by my friend, A. Nonie Maus (fellow member of the ''Bad Potes Society of Suckatomato''), dealing with the Marxist disease tha... To acquire a personal meditative position is perhaps one of Man’s most absent means of becoming more adept at fathoming the unfathomable. In such a st... Certain life experiences bear the burden of pain longer than others. Yet, such incidents need to be revisited occasionally to remind oneself of pain’... How our own minds can keep us in unhealthy relationships, playing on fairy tale images of our youth, slivers of hope.. Until the mind finally wins ove... In French language: Mon amour pour les fleurs m'a inspiré a écrire cette poésie.
You can find the English version under the title "My Flowers"
I believe we all go through our own personal discovery of who we are, what our destiny is, the purpose for our existence. Some of us find it in somew... waiting for a msg of love in a bottle from a man sent by our creator to be washed ashore |
