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It’s that time of the year when one experiences the many layers of Nature’s ability to bring solace and peace by the mere blooming of a red rose and ... The Flame EternalValentines day will soon be here. Another ode to my love of so many years. The Flame Of Love- Each day, life of multiple sorts is given its first awakening to being. How anticipatory that must be. The Flight of BirthThomas, my dear husband who braved carrying a bouquet of flowers inside Red Lobster to meet me after 3 months of Internet interaction; 2 1/2 years lat... The Flowers Came TooInspired by "Fog" a painting by Anne Packard- at this website -
http://www.blazing.com/Packard/ap_fog_lim.html
The Fog- PreludeSometimes it doesn''t hurt to play the odds - photo by NASA''s Hubble Telescope The Fool's ParadeThe expanding gap between rich and poor is not only widening the gulf in incomes and wealth in America, but also continuing to impact the “hunger” num... the forgotten % growingAbstract Mountains, by daughter Amadea, 10.
I like the sound of "It is snowing" in French: Il neige. I love French. It is so musical. All irrelevant... The Fourth CallingThere is magic in accepting the “unity of opposites,” especially when desiring a companion of worth. The Friend I never Had..."The Fugitive" describes my escape from the captors of my past. It reeks of victory but also accountability. The FugitiveThe two-dimensional world of words on paper reveals the sometimes-unexplainable life of the much more demanding and riskier 3-D surrounding we are cap... The GamePeople are incline to play there own rules when it comes to relationships instead of playing by the original rules that all will work out fine if ther... The Games People PlayThe Garden of Death (Finnish: Kuoleman puutarha) (1896) is a painting by Finnish symbolist painter Hugo Simberg. Like many of Simberg''s paintings, it... The Garden of DeathThere is a little more to this write than may be immediately apparent on first reading. A dark and ominous canvass painted over with a pretty landscap... The GardenerWe can change the hand we''re dealt in life.. The GeneNew Year''s eve: speaking of babies, the old man ''08 going out and new baby ''09 coming in!
Another one from my unpublished 1980''s book: Childhoood ... The Generations I wrote this poem many years ago for a lady named Dagmar. She was suffering from terminal cancer, and had been admitted to the nursing home where I ... The Gentle Heart
Just in case you are wondering This picture has not be retouched It was take at a friends house about a week ago
The Ghost (Lady In White)This poem is based on Halifax folklore. The British, besides hanging men in suspended iron cages after severe floggings, also hung men tarred and feat... The Ghost Of Halifax ShoreThis poem is about a Beauty found out of the loss of love. A most Beautiful,,
"Real" experience that I was blessed enough to be of witness too.
The p... The GiftThis is an adaptation from a poem I wrote 15 years ago when I was too ill to work and had lots of time on my hands and felt frustrated at not being ab... The gift of time
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