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Not liking the jobs that they have chosen to undertake in their lives. Doing the job that they been born or called to do in life, often proves to be t... This Poem describes the way society views what doesnt seem to fit to their standards or criteria. (Excerpt from my book "Lemonade Street")
Ever had a thought, one that is so vivid yet absent of time place and who were there, yet vivid. The last time I saw her, she was five and I was eight. I have not seen her since... ...until Facebook found us. ☻ I'd like to know if anyone knows how to make the good times stick around. I remember watching Our Gang on TV when I was little. They did many shows on children in Orphanages and it bothered me then as it does now. Now they... Just look into his eyes and you can feel the love he holds in his heart. He is a joy and a pleasure to be around. Little Freddy says Nanny everybody j... Do we rest in pieces forevermore evermore in RIP place mats? Picture painting by Evelyn Roper Who Shall Sing, When Man is Gone is a collection of poems built
around the title poem, which is an epic dedicated to nuclear war under
the premise tha... Many would argue that discovering who we really are takes time and more than just a little willingness to be imaginative. (Image by Igor Morski)
Today, perhaps more than ever, we are a species caught in a dilemma of contradictions as to who we should be, and who we really are. (Image by Odin A... So much to prove, so few who care. Even Jesus said: Seek and ye shall find. Today, the supernatural beliefs are strictly for the desperate who can ... The quandary for most of modern man is: Who am I? “Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is. In the midst of winter, I found there was,... They cry, they beg, they come out from within the wrinkles folds of their lives after reaching winter in their lives.
The summer warm of love was gone... Thanks goes out to Paul Williams for this inspiring photograph! Many would argue that discovering who we really are takes time and more than just a little willingness to fail the test of truth. (Image by pinterest... Ever wonder what “really” makes the fingers grip the pen and write, or tap out a pattern of keys resulting in words that somehow usually make sense, e... "...I am blooming nightwings to soar" Isn't it strange how leathers change your whole personality, Your looks, what you are and how others look and think about you. Do you know who is hidi... We often ask this simple question Amid a storm emotions play high, maybe they cause a flashback, yet reality touches the occasion. So often, it’s the things we take for granted that define the joy of living. "So ultimately what do I want and hope to be? / To be a good poet so you will be proud of me" At times, society seems to be sluffing off its responsibility to promote and nurture the joy of thinking. Instead, too often, we are offered mindless... Rewrite - Emily Dickenson’s “Because I could Not Stop for Death” suggests aging as more than a chronology of years. I couldn’t help wonder what it wou... I know i am at it again. It just seems that pretty well all the poems can be put to music which proves right what my brother said. All good songs come... "We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit", "Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom", and "Educating the mi... |
