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[Extrapolated from my novel: Enigma of the Second Coming: "A voyage from within and without, this novel transports us to the frontiers of an existence... Our Home––The Milky WayAs this year draws to a close, one remains mindful of the many transitions taking place, especially in the realm of leadership for the nation’s populo... Our Hourglass of StormsTrying to remain in touch with the state of the world is to wonder if normal will ever be the norm again. Our Inordinate Syndrome--><BGSOUND SRC="http://www.zianet.com/jw_laurie/Sounds/Riders_on_the_Storm.mid"LOOP
Music: Riders on the Storm Our Iraq HeroesOur relationship is a Journey that will last a lifetime. Our JourneyHistory’s exchange with certain poets is to surrender one’s steadfast resolve to deal with the day-to-day bill paying realities and pay deserving atte... Our Language ConundrumTo my aunt Estella White, its so hard to say goodbye, with a tear in my heart i''ll let you know before you go. Our Last RoseThis has been a year that many of us would like to think we could forget. For me, it was a very fortunate year to remember, for it has driven me into... Our Late ArrivalMy trip to West Africa inspired me to write this piece. Our Light Is Shining Near reminds me of how important it is to value friends and family. OUR LIGHT IS SHINING NEARThis poem is dedicated to my oldest grandson Tyler (dob. 8-31-2001 to 11-02-2001) and his baby brother Coby that followed him a year later. May the de... Our Little BoyFor our grand-niece Caleigh, we love you and your are our little treat. Our Little TreatOur pictue, "Path to Love" on Flicker Our Love
As a complement to yesterday's poem - Memories Before Their Time - here is another poem about memory, a kind of "mirror poem".
Our Memories ReturnMonique has lived with our family for a number of years, always with her eyes open and at attention! Our Overlooked GuestWilt thou bury, thy head upon thee shoulder, shallow wallow felled? Or will thee have an Iron Will True Grit, Power Insight Fortitude TOO BEE Stature? Our Own Owned Path’s Prophesy"One thing alone is known and satisfies / All existential questions with a thump" Our Own RealityThere are so many great writers on the den but Kate I think I speak for us all in saying thank you for always being there not only to offer your own s... Our Own Sweet KateSome might argue creating is only as good as its audience. Others would say the ethos of creating is for its own sake. Our Own VersionWe are going to visit our Seniors again on Valentines day and I must say we do look forward to our time with them as they share their many smiles, hug... Our Perfect ValentineI Babysit two of my grandchildren five days a week and I find each night as I lay in bed at night, I realize the rewards I get each day just for lovin... Our Rewards Are Very SpecialHer Beauty; Her Touch; now the final poem of this trilogy . . . Our RomanceJust for a change posting a different kind of poem, its not about love and sex, its about something eternal and mystical that we all wonder about … Our Seconds...Visiting older life holding on is an awakening experience. (Image pinterest) Our SecretPick you war: warming, power, ISIS, economic, human rights, racial, ad nausea, eh? Which will end a planet’s omnivorous and greedy craving for the ul... Our Species' Butchered BattlefieldMight the writing be on the wall? Could the present state of Middle East warfare be poised for much more than was antifipated? (Image by Odin AI) Our Suffocating Oil WarRising from the ashes of divorce, a new spark of hope bursts into flame. One man's feelings upon finding a new love and his future with her. Our TimeA Deep rendition of a timeless piece.
A fresh breath of air. Our Time<bgsound src = ''http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/midi/isthislove.mid''hidden loop=-1> Our Time Apart
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