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Will you bring flowers
for my nightstand, Horatio?
You’ve fallen from grace;
it’s the least you can do.
Bring fragrant blooms,
if you please,
t... As being human continues to be bombarded by the insanity of greed and power, some of us continue to desperately hold in tact our uniqueness, a separat... Pen & Ink "Not Going Gentle" by Julianza Shavin
I did not become a concert pianist.
Grave is, of course, pron. grah-vay.
Guilty as charged. As alwa... "Give your hearts, but not into each other''s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near togeth... Thanks to Carolyn Howard-Johnson for challenging me to write a poem about the recent Oscar kerfuffle. See below. "Everything I need and nothing more" We sometimes forget that all our choices have consequences, and they can be of short durations or continue for lengthy periods. It often takes a long... "Purpose in the pattern meaning in the measure / And light in the darkness where pain gives birth to pleasure" I want to thank my cousin Fee for having us collaborate on this poem, it is always an honor to work with one of the Dens finest. Thank you Fee, hope y... Not all paths through life are smooth. We often find many hurdles along the way. We must work hard to get on track for life can be difficult.
There are many legends and folk lore associated with the little Robin bird.This pretty singing bird is awsome and smart. This pome was written for my good buddy, Wes Pudsey, and his old band the Atomic Creepers. We often forget the varied journeys Nature’s natural shedding process affords us to appreciate, from flower, weed, leaf, and mountain rock. (Image by ... I wrote this poem while living in a small town in Texas. My ex and I lived alone in a trailer and times were very rough, especially considering who I ... The beauty that is held within a Rose is something the eye can steer at forever up close. I look at its colour and its sweet scent of perfume and I fe... Posted by very special request...
With a petal-soft kiss. Dedicated to a very good friend which I expect will forgive the use of the picture of his eyes as illustration for this poem.
Those eyes are saying wh... The words we utter, some may ponder. The worlds we wander, some in wonder. So many words, can be added in stanza, after stanza, but sometimes, one needs simple simplicity, to let YOUR mind wander with verse of its own. Over the last several years I have had to do much soul searching to find out what I felt went wrong with my life. I grew up for the most part in foste... Give it a moments thought, when we partake in slaughter human or otherwise.
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