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No message, no wisdom, no Bible, just word, me, and something to do. Message In A PoemDedicated to each partner in the one-in-three marriage breakdowns which occur in Australia and other countries. I have attempted to portray in free ve... Metamorphosis.I had a random question wondering what is the total number of people that have ever walked the earth. It turns out that since 9,000 BC, the number is ... Methuselah's WatchRed Lady Blue," acrylic with gold string and other by Julianza Shavin
A poem about a wilting marriage: about loss, written during a slowing rain. Metronome<bgsound src = ''http://home.worldonline.dk/steenmp/MIDI/Dolly/downtown.mid ''hidden loop=-1> MetropolisThe recent collapse of a Miami condo motivated me to write the sad poem below. Miami LullabyMany would argue that far too few see the rapidly approaching consumerism apocalypse. (Image by Molly Hayden) Miasma RipeningWith all the talk of endangered species, perhaps it’s time for some “saving” activism on behalf of our language. Micro-FeastingIn the gentle mist of a midnight rain:
Tears swept over waterfall emotions
Flowing rapids down cheek creases
Reigning down upon sighing breasts
When... Mid Night Twain As ISIS bears down on Baghdad; the art of war once again becomes performance reality, reminding all how quickly existence can change.(Image by Roy Gu... Middle East Redux<bgsound src = ''http://members.tripod.com/~rosemck1/are-you-lonesome-tonight.mid''hidden loop=-1> Middle Of Nowhere'' . . . let it all hang down . . . '' MidnightThe sky was so beautiful tonight, shades of Midnight blue, and Venus was very clear and visible... Midnight Blue<center><P><embed src='http://home.worldonline.dk/steenmp/MIDI/Patsy/SweetDreams.mid 'hidden='false'border='0'width='350'height='45'aut... Midnight Blue" Dedicated to someone experiencing the intense pain of loss. I''ve been there. My heart goes out to you. Midnight Catharsisthe art of war once again becomes performance reality, reminding all how quickly existence can change. Midnight HammerDedicated to my muse, my friend, and my soul sister, Janet Caldwell. Midnight Madness“Where the love of a woman so graciously protected him and chased chilled shadows from his night.”
E. Woods
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Midnight PoetryWritten about a walk that I had taken through an empty carnival midway after midnight. I work with a traveling carnival throughout the weekday evenin... Midnight WalkWith such a vogue to live “in the moment” there remains the beyond to be imagined and lived. (Image by Pinterest)
Midnight's Quiet EloquenceInspiring a sustained faith, love, & hope,...in the name of faith "because Faith Cometh by Hearing..." and by this hearing, had OPENED the eyes-of-my ... Might - Not (Faith, Love, Hope)This is but an experiment addressing what inspired Samuel Barber’s Agnus Dei (Adagio For Strings). Might It Be...- This time of year usually begets a roster of emotions and principles that upon reflection may amount to the sentiments of the endangered species of ... MIght the Day Come...Like a certain political party today, for a subject that has been studied, jeered, satirized, and made into a contentious debate for ill thought,
Natu... Might WeIt is difficult at times to stay focused on what an incredible species we are… for now.
Might We Ever...As holidays approach, many will deal with denial of guilt relative to their lack of relationship, caring, the occasional phone call, whether with fami... Might We?copyright: María Silvina Castellano
10/04/2001
.................................................. Milagro CelestialCreeping its way unto us all...Time shapes the world, and these beautiful creations of the earth.
Haiku form -- 5-7-5 syllable. Millennias past"Millie''s Garden" Photography and optimization by Kimmy Van Kooten
All Rights Reserved 2009
...another planting of divergent evolution, maybe??? Millie's GardenInspired by shown picture of my youngest granddaughter as a child and her pet, Milo. MiloPlaying ball, with a rough surf, I kicked a ball into a wave that slapped it back upon the beach. We traversed the horizon with a poet''s mind merged ... Mime Eyes Seer Shore Lines
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