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<a href="http:/... Hourly workers, forced into part-time work with no benefits have merely become wage slaves to the owners of corporations and businesses, large and sma... When thing are perfect, along comes the improvable storm, where we have to rebuild, over the devastation.
Sometimes Poetry is like a ever, never endi... "And we will be together then somehow" I put my pen to paper and these words just flowed out without my thinking. What's it mean? <bgsound src = 'http://members.tripod.com/~rosemck1/the-rose.mid'hidden loop=-1> Thank you Michael... for the inspiration
Mirrors reflect a haggard face
Body withering in disgrace
The eyes grow dim
Regrets flood in
Sorrows tears cascade
Life reduced to shame
Family, ... Waiting for a call...trying to recover, slow down, take a breath is sometimes harder than we think.... "So senses tingle now to wait and see" a piece of prose, a love poem I wrote this piece just this morning before I signed up here. It''s just a short piece but it eases my being alone.
It shows I guess postive outlook o... There are some late night places in Manhattan that afford a look at people wishing…wishing.
(Image by Pinterest) As we confront a new year, in spite of life’s daily reminders of unrequited love’s existence, whether personal, or otherwise, there remains the choice... I sit awake with you
in the scary midnight darkness,
telling you everything is okay,
calming you down after a dream,
holding your hand as you wand... When one stops to consider, many Main Street bus stops are becoming way stations for back roads to nowhere, unless inspired patrons see it differently... More reflections on how the last year, and perhaps many past years, have fared in the quest for understanding. Reflections on how the last year, and perhaps many past years, have fared in the quest for understanding.
I wrote this poem last night and, after over two months, the first rain is falling today. ☺ As we begin to rouse, the dreamlike imagery of REM sleep can bleed over at times into ones waking state. This piece narrates a personal transition bet... This morning''s wake. . . A tongue-in-cheek poem during a particularly tough day at work. Early night for me tonight... This poem attempts to subtly show that I have difficulty getting to sleep and once there, that my dreams are plentiful, but varied... They seem to ma... Wall Mart comes around but when it does small town USA changes. Mom and Pop stores close and the towns will probably never look the same again. |
