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Poet have this Free Verse power, wherein words can become sword terse points in poetic awareness. Off The Grid Mon Ami(e)<BGSOUND SRC="http://www.zianet.com/jw_laurie/Sounds/On_The_Road_Again.mid"LOOP Off to OrlandoSo many little children are off to school today, lets pray it is a safe fun day for all.Here are two of our Grandchildren Freddy and Shelby and they s... Off To School They GoSharing affection to break up the daily grind.. Office LoveI think to be on Irish soil,
will bring me a new level of
Poet Tree inspired Roots.
Oh one can dream upon an
"Oh Ireland My Ireland" poem
UniVers... Oh Ireland My IrelandLook around you, look with the eyes open,,,,,,, mountain tops, bears, wolves, seal hunt, baby seals, for some to wear their screams, look around, wate... Oh Lord,This started with Spaghetti O''s, and then the shapes, colors, textures, pastes, and some added Italian words.(excuse if its worded wrong)
It is mean... Oh Pasta Spaghetti OdesPicture by JKS
Sudden poem. I wish there were a way to see all pictures or paintings one has already posted, so as not to repeat (I will contact AD a... Oh Sweet SoilDistance comes in many flavors, but they can all taste the same to the human spirit. Oh The DistanceOh Thunder Dye Elocution Right To Free Speech Press Kick Butt Free Verse writing a Knight Mare, called Phoenix Pegasus Poet.
Politicians (Morticians)... Oh Thunder America Thinking back through the years when I was so young and really never knew too much about life or what I was instore for. This is me & my older sister... Oh To Be Young & InnocentPoetry is meant to be shared, to seed the minds of our future enlightenment, to Literature being an Historical element of Recorded Society. Oh Too Bee Buzzing Poet TreeTo sit under something and look up, to say, No Way, this poem will win a Oscar, nor a NFLNBAMLB Nobel Prize for Apple Sauce "dering" Oh Too BEE Stung With Poet TreeFor all my fellow country music lovers this one is a tribute to the greatest of them all, who at 74 is still rocking and bringing the house down with... Oh Wilie, Old Willie*Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world''s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Willi... Oh, Human ChildIn Remembrance of My Dad who passed away two months ago...sometimes the memories come floading in....
Photo by serett @ deviantART.com
Oh, Orange Tree (Nostalgia)The old man in the closet was a story my mother told us to keep us out.. She claimed if we saw him he would kill us with the fire in his eyes.. We are... Old Wooden HouseNothing like it, nothing at all. Old AgeSeveral years ago, early one morning I was driving into town. As I neared the post office, I saw this old man who appeared to be trying to run but as... Old and Alone Old Angry Bill swept through our Province and decided to take a few gifts with him along his way. Trees, grounds, electricity, and even tried to tak ... Old Angry BillWho knows where poets get their inspiration be it real or imagined? Old Bard and Elf© 2010, Wanda L. Harrell
A poem about my great grandfather and the mountain farm in North Carolina where he's buried. Old BillAs we age, maintaining curiosity and a desire to learn, is a struggle at times. But to some, its a given. Note: In 2013, Yuichiro Miura, a Japanese... Old Forever YoungAs one gets older, one can’t help but imagine good times past…and maybe to come. How lonely it must be for the lonely. Old FriendI call her Old Gen, no she is not a hen, nor anyone name of Ben, just my old gen...ed Old Gen Written in honor of all who have and now serve our wonderful nation with pride and dignity. Old GloryJune 20, 2012, photo taken FOB Salerno, Khost Province, Afghanistan march 2010. Old GoatI know most like happier poetry .. Well, I have not posted as much because I am not sure how some would take what I write.. It is not that I am all ne... Old Hidden MemoriesI know gifted poet who through life’s circumstances now drives a city bus. I wonder often about his thoughts as he drives, and hope that in spite of ... Old KnowsInspired by a poem in Polish: Stara Milosc, after sculpture by Bozena Happach
Old Love
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