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The more Autocratic Aristocratic, a nation gets, the more Dead Poets, there are living hidden there.
They Musk Hide to DOGE SS (Steroid Students) te... When the Truth, Lies amongst Fake Facts, hatred will prevail, and Love will perish. When a young boy or girl thumbs through one of Nature’s textbooks, often the most important and sensitive aspects of the ocean are left unsaid. Looking through my old poetry, I found this one from 2003, not long after I originally joined this site. After an amazing spa get away, I want to post this poem that I wrote two years ago, for I feel that I now have arrived back to that time in my well be... The most misfortunate ones in this world, the ones without love, share some love today, and do add little creatures also!!!!!!!!!!!! So often we let true love walk right past us without realizing that it was meant to be ours. Then we make a lot of wrong decisions in life I won''t sa... <center><P><embed src='http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/midi/unchained.mid 'hidden='false'border='0'width='350'height='45'autostart='tru... My reputation of skepticism precedes me, but of love? Such positive resonance would be hard to recognize without the experience of despair''s silence... With so much exterior influence and persuasion opting to change us, might there be another answer somewhere in the maze? (Image by pinterest)
We sometimes take shadows for granted. Perhaps there’s more to their mystery. (Image by Laurie Marie) Illustration: Hand with Globe (M. C. Escher).
Note: the poem is NOT <b>ecphrasis</b> or <b>mimesis</b>, not any kind of inte... I am a Caregiver although I could use one at times! This is about "My Lady". <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/swept-away.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" l... Having an appreciation for the power of mirrors as a metaphor (my published novel, "3 Way Mirror" and various chapters in two other novels dealing wit... <bgsound src = 'http://members.tripod.com/~rosemck1/angels-among-us.mid 'hidden loop=-1> As the holiday season kicks in, there is a lot of solitary sadness for some. Self-Love is not about treating yourself with dark chocolate or expensiv... An annual repost for two mothers. A parable as a healing closure for those of us adopted. As an adoptive mother dies, a healing closure as parable for those of us adopted. As the passing years gather, perspectives continue to grow, to find fresh words and images to convey one’s cherished journey. We, the fortunate, have... As the Fall colors are now of Winter’s gray and white, there is a longing to revisit a Van Gogh message. He reminds me of how like Nature, there are m... Might defining the poet merely state the obvious? Age brings reflections, and with that, forgiveness. Here, a parable is offered as a healing closure for those of us adopted.
Might poetry be the hush creation of musical language? (Image by Vladimir Kush) Making decisions for the heart begs more patience than is usually given. (photo by wandervogeldiary.wordpress.com) It’s 2023 and another reflection of today’s NY subway and its ever-increasing magical presence as more and more unexpected creative moments catch trav... |
