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What if, what if; one could write Poetry wandering around mystical Ireland. But then what if, what if; one could sail lyrics into a Country Song, adri... Might defining the poet merely state the obvious? (Image by Odin AI)Whispers Fluttering
Like leaves adrift
The poet lives the allegory of whispered... Take me along to the places you''ve gone when my eyes looked away.
Tell me the song that you sing in the trees in the dawning.
''Across the Fields'... In memory of Bobby who died to young to pass his youth. But lives as a youth forever in the heavens
Rest in peace my friend,
Teri
~Photograph taken by... Just discovered an underground spring, and checking it out!
Hey all,
Glad to be back. The tearoom officially closed for the season today and I am looking forward to a little free painting and writing time be... I have been really busy with both my sons and baseball and I have a test for school on Sat. I just want you to know I read what I can but will back tr... My following poem was written to introduce my novel of the same name. It is about a seasonal rite in Canada''s far north. There are everyday people and some philosophers suggesting our existence is all an illusion. Others think many people live in an unrealized reality of... I read Richard Cederberg''s powerful poem about depression, entitled "Black Dog" and found it compelling. If you haven''t read it, I would certainly r...
We sometimes forget that with all the modernization of life, certain youthful experiences should never be abandoned, but thought of as landmarks in o... We sometimes forget that with all the modernization of life, certain youthful experiences should never be abandoned, but thought of as landmarks in on... We sometimes forget that with all the modernization of life, certain youthful experiences should never be abandoned, but thought of as landmarks in on... FINALLY I have the ear of the ''Town'' I live in to a small degree.To bad a few young balck males had to get shot and killed on the street to have the... As Thanksgiving and Christmas approaches, hopefully we won’t forget Nature’s season is upon all of us as well (Image by Getty) This is an exercise based on a poem by a very good poet friend of mine, Laura Stuckey. My approach is slightly different, but perhaps too close to he... Loved this picture for some reason reminded me of someone special... Poetry served as great creative therapy to vent the total frustration of the insanity in the world. I lived through Viet Nam era insanity, but the cur... White is the absence of color visually, but is all colors in the light spectrum. Black is all colors visually, and the absence of light on the spectru... A story about a sighting I''ve had a couple times. This is for all my black and brown, red and yellow brothers and sisters: we are of one blood! (that is me, on the right....second person from the front) With only a few months left before midterms, certain reforms, like immigration, are so fundamental to the democratic philosophy that to stonewall the ... There are everyday people and some philosophers suggesting our existence is all an illusion. Others think many people live in an unrealized reality of... In hs younger days my father was a boxer. He would "ride the rails" with his buddies going from fair to fair to fight whomever was in the ring for mon... As everyday modern life gets more and more complicated, a pause to reflect might render some great childhood memories of a time when there was a simpl... <center>
The picture above is titled
"Three Poets Inspiring"
Me, My Cousin Richie
And the one sitting by my feet
Is the third Poet.
Richie is a ... Who am I but a root, awaiting to sprout, wanting to bud leaves of Poet Tree. If the ''created''... developed a relationship with the ''creator'' there would never be a problem. Kind of wished for an American Dream Miracle, here and elsewhere on the Internet, but realizing the end ding, will BEE, Who Am I A Lone.
Too many po... Dedicated to my two granddaughters Jaime Lee and Lily Pearl... Image of Karla Dorman (c) 2005, Karen Vidra With Sincere gratitude to the Vietnam Vets.
I've never been much for the polical scene, and i generally avoid it if I can, but for some reason it now bothers me what some politicians are saying ... when I didn't readily fall asleep and my mind started writing...this arrived ~The teardrop~
This is not a judgement against abortion. Just my own thoughts about the subject. |
