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Day Five and the journey into light continues…The photograph was taken looking East out over the Atlantic at sunset. Peace and Joy to you all. Almost 40 years since Vietnam, and only in the last few, are those vets, finally, being honored, and treated with the respect, due them. Who's skeered of the big bad storm,
She will huff and puff,
And blow a house down,
Wearing the outfit of a red-nosed clown... She called me tonight and questioned me as to why after twenty years that I would leave her for another. I told her that she was becoming too pricey f... A comment on the current state of apathy
Excerpt from 'Middle Class Outing'. Sometimes the words I write are a
surprise, even to me. When prayer is the muse, so to speak, I feel more a scribe, than an, author. <font color = "blue" face = "verdana" size=2><b><center>
This poem is dedicated to my friend, J. Allen Wilson who was kind enough t... Summer sun rises high to
fullness of time, spurs powerful
heat of passion, burning desire.
Nature consumes like new love.
First golden leaf of Autumn... Today is my birthday which gave me pause to reflect on my life. <center>
Self Portrait (Version 2)
I am, just me!
I am a chameleon
changing colors
to reflect an image.
I am, just me!
I am unbiased
wi... noses pressed tight to glass
our words nearly fog the view.
what we see inside ...
... breathtaking.
stolen kisses in warm embrace
in dark spaces be... My dear friends in Somalia are safe. I thank God, but dare not celebrate their survival.
Consider the numbers: At last report, over 60,000 perish... I hate to use Jerry''s beautiful septcouplet form for this rant, but I''ve got to get this off my chest. This is probably going to piss a lot of peop... How many times do we think if only we had this or that our lives would be perfect? If you get them, does it work? For me it never has. ... which falls in a flood of frustration ....
This is based in part on the jumper I made in Home-Ec. The darts WERE all crooked and the front was l...
Aimlessly I wander through
peculiar morning light.
Not yet fully awake,
I walk fine line
between two worlds,
knowing
neither is my home;
I wonder
w... Shadows of those who are no longer here, some just friends and some I loved, seep into my dreams as if they are still here beside me. Is it a sign tha... Sometimes, if you are very still, you can hear the darkness approach |
