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Is it naught about time that Truth and Love blossoms pure again adrift United States Harmony, blessed amidst Universal Understanding. False senses of achievement and satisfaction can stagnate future progress if never challenged; where good becomes the nemesis of best. The poem comes from a moment of clarity when you realize solitude by choice. In this solitude you find things (concrete and abstract) you've been look... Translucent materials allow light to pass through them only diffusely, that is, the material distorts the image.
transparent is: the property of all... For the adult, when a loved one is gone, reflections bring sorrow of hesitations.
"he flies through the air . . ." More inner space travel needed, than outer space, will in end have bigger beneficial impact, on the induvidual, and the all of humanity.Take an Angel ... Since last posting this poem, years have past. But, it seems critical at this time to not take for granted the seasonal changes. Concern for climate... It seems so easy to take for granted the seasonal changes, but concern for climate change, small or large as man''s impact may be, we must remain cons... It seems so easy to take for granted the seasonal changes, but concern for climate change, small or large as man''s impact may be, we must remain cons... There is an art to walking with perhaps only an audience of concrete to appreciate it. (Image by Lisa Purda) With so many traveling off the beaten path to fulfill their lives, it causes one to pause and evaluate their own journey. (Image by Erik Johansson)
With but an open heart, comfort and solace from all that is oppressive possess the enigmatic key to happiness. (Painting by Robert Dowling Jr)
- In the quest to become happy, content, and gloriously at peace,
one has to confront the unexpected surprises of the journey, many of inescapable har... Zig zag lines ponder here, yonder heard there in echo refrains reread over rhyme time displacement.
A Young English Poet Grave epitaph path ending l... They cut the pic so much could hardly see the loons so I changed to a bird you can see;-)sorry... With a part of each day used to reflect on where I’ve come from and where I’m destined to go, I’m in a place now where finding out feels imminent. (I... Why is it that we so often make ourselves anxious over that which we cherish, hold highly prized, or consider treasured experiences? Might it be that ... remembering the simple pleasures of life, oft forgotten - these are my treasures This is a poem-story about a tree woman, and what happened when she ventured out. Why are there some things in our youth we find difficult to replicate in adulthood? (Image by Pinterest) Having to face someone I had hoped never to see again With so many distorted versions of what love is, one is left wondering if the future holds more hope. Might “Love for Sale” be ready for the scrap hea... Written after seeing the head of my muse atop her pillow, staring out, buried tears being quashed, and my contemplation of what unexpressed tears must... I was/am so moved by that Youtube video. Life is good. |
