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we've just returned from weeks in Colorado...it snowed three times providing much time to pause.... still pointsHow very brave our little ones our. I think they are born it bravery for comes shinning through so often in their childhood.
This child is now grown... Still Protecting Us!Words can't express how blessed I feel to have you in my life. Still Smiling For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892), U.S. poet. Still, I feel LoveGod Bless All our Vets
Specially those that made
"The Ultimate Sacrifice"
Peace & love be with them Still, The Bugles I hear... my words die in the womb, ....
I AM OKAY. This just came to me, and so, I write.
Image (c) 2008, Karla Dorman StillbirthWas diving off of Grand Turk and took this picture of a Sting Ray. Turned out quite interesting... Sting RayTo remain truly conscious is to know that the prick of a needle is not by accident. (Image by Effie Jessop) Stitch-By-The-NumbersMight the senses know not how to betray? One’s prized possession is the sensorial ability to experience with the layers of experience ignoring time is... Stitching Memory's LandscapeHow rich oppress the poor.Taken from my series Political scavengers series Stolen ConscienceThe moment is what it is meant to be, but the memory is forever... Stolen MemoryGood hair day, pic by daughter Amadea
As a friend of mine says, the answer is in the question. However, there are no questions. I can''t advise you, ... Stolen RosaryI wish we would just skip the time changes...decide on one and just stick with it. The older I get, the harder it is to adjust to them. Stolen TimeThe countdown of historical proportions stands ready...can we do the right thing? (Image by pinterest) Stolid of HeartSo often we forget that life is but atoms in synchronous dance, even the most inactive forms until they’re not. StoneTo the reader. Always seems to be "too-soon-gone" ... We remain with only grief and must remember that only God can give to us eternal life. I recall ... Stone (d) ChurchA failed virtual expedition to Rapa Nui (Easter Island).
Stone FacesWritten for my mother long long ago.. and as they say.. somethings never change. Stone Heart- To think on what comes next to one’s existence, is to never shun or reject the possibilities. One’s existence will forever be a game of chance. (Im... Stone LifeAs this year’s Holidays suggest another epoch closing, I am reminded that someone once said, “Taking risks doesn’t mean shirking responsibility, but e... Stone SkippingThe language of the unspoken conjures up worlds we can only imagine. Stone So QuietPersonifying the language of the unspoken conjures up reality we can only imagine. Stones So Quiet"Brought to you by Curly Moe and Larry" Stooges"Now from a distance they send our kids in" StopTrying to write a song, ... a little bit Country. Store Wars To not pay attention to the
process of years, is to ignore how
perfect it all is.
Storehouse GuestsSat in my patio 1 evening as a electrical storm passed over, next morning I wrote this poem. StormSometimes the storm inside is so intense, one can barely cope, until they reach deep inside kneads for Poet pleading prayer knees. Storm InsightThere is something about a thunder storm that energizes me. I enjoy watching them here on the shore of Lake Erie Storm ShowSome allegorical prosetry (or some might call it flash fiction) exploring the idea that it’s healthier sometimes to imagine the imaginary than to get ... Storm TownWhen our senses cannot be relegated to acceptance, we sometimes have to blindly forge ahead, or forever be antagonized by pain’s persistence. A dedica... Storm Watch WatercolorsMs. Karla the Storm Spinner ask me to see into her eyes and tell...
This poem is dedicated to a courageous woman, a Veteran, a friend and also, why no... Storming Gentle WomanA conscious life teaches that even in one’s most dire moments, hope is a reality waiting to be acknowledged. (photo by Franz Schumacher) Storms That PassI have submitted some of my storm poetry to PublishAmerica.com. Please pray it is accepted. :) "StormSpinner" will (hopefully) be the title of my b... StormSpinnerThis was inspired buy the recent flooding in Louisville Kentucky. FYI: I live on high ground SW of Louisville. I was flooded into this area for a few ... Stormy NightA workshop assignment to write an acrostic monorhyme of at least 10 lines, any topic. I chose to write about a storm at sea. I used the painting below... Stormy Seas
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