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Here you sit with muffled cries
Tattered thoughts of deceit and lies
Pleas to God and all alone
No love to call your own
How will you fill the years ... Don''t know where this came from ... and so, I write ...
Image © 2011, Karla Dorman We stand with eyes wide open, a witness to the silent rage.
Yet concern touches us not as we ponder not the heart…
but what comes on after the Mets ga... <Center>The Silver Lining
I’m really beginning to think
that there is no silver lining.
We are all grasping blinding
for something beyond re... <center>
The Spill
I never realized
how unusual
life was
until my cup spilled
pouring the contents
into crevices
that laid dormant
unit they... Alternate title: Never Such November
A Spenserian Sonnet
Re: November; the approach of winter; twilight years.
Retirement, or early retirement or inv... <center>
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Swans part the lilies
and glide under the willows
new life in their wake. This was written during the shock and awe campaign. Seven months later the battle continues and people on both sides continue to die. Oh Lord, put a s... Addressing this human rights issue , the supreme court in India gave this verdict recently.
" Trangenders are also citizens of India. The spirit of t... Twisted, I cross my heart,
hope to die, bite into gourmet pretzel gone stale.
God, proprietor of this earth, I hear you yell, “Sell. Sell. Sell.”
At f... <center>
The Tune of Another Time
Enchanted by what the band played
lament sounds carried by the wind
slow movements of thoughts swayed.
Time... <center>
The Unseen Smile
He dreamed
of buried treasures
as if it was a place
he would like to stay.
No one understood
why they did not see
t... So many thoughts come to us when we think of 9/11 - as evidenced by much of the material being posted in the last several days. This is my contributi... She had a right to feel like a victim, so did he. A fictional poem dealing with fear and paranoia. Loosing too many battles, looses the war. How many times do we open our mouth and words come out amd you had no idea they were even in there...Hurtful and painful words... Seeing it as accusation, or inuendo, is the fools response, to exposing the self; and as stated: will lead to indignation, at the least, and hatred an... <PRE class=MsoBodyText><FONT size=4>There was a time when the passions burned</FONT></PRE><PRE class=MsoBodyText><FON... Sometimes our dues seem to never get paid up in full... If we didn't live adventurously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but ... Day seven into the journey of light, however the shadows begin to draw nigh, and my spirit within starts to sigh…its almost time for the journey... <P class=MsoBodyText><STRONG><FONT face="Times New Roman,serif" size=4>In the blinking of an eye</FONT></STRONG></P&g... |
