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I wrote this in the spring of 2007 after walking through a forest of wind turbines in Turin, NY. One big problem of the 21st century, if not the biggest of all, is Loneliness, the lack of communication and affection. But the poet insists...
"Stre... With such a disparage between the 1% and the poor, lessor moments than these convey the tragedy of dreaming. Finding a dependable friend, free of concealed secrets and opportune moments in-waiting, is difficult now days Every once in a while we should gather up the vestiges of years past and peer in. We’re likely to find a different perspective on the proverbial glass... Tenement windows of Manhattan in the 50s, especially those that afforded cramped views, tended to have unusual meaning for those of little means. (Ima... Although this work is based only my memories observing the plight of a ‘60s’ inner-city education, those unfortunate people had their lives riddled wi... It is said that they eyes are the windows to your soul. What will you see in mine? This is written with my grandfather in thought, who died in 2002.
The biggest and best male influence in my life.
The best man I ever knew.
The only f... Man thinks he’s the only one that can understand other creatures, being sentient and all, but…what if the creatures got some smarts going for them as ... "And despite my late start test wings to fly" "Love will be our wings and we will fly" Trust in yourself, faith.... <center><P><embed src='http://members.tripod.com/~rosemck1/the-rose.mid'hidden='false'border='0'width='350'height='45'autostart='true'a... We are lost outside ourselves, lost in illusion. When we know who we are we will understand the nature of our pain and rejoice in its presence.
The media’s lens continually bombards our eyes and ears with the wars, hunger, disease, and political dishonesty to infiltrate our sense of freedom an... This was written by Jason Coons, a dear friend of the family, who is in prison for making a mistake. He is a kind and gentle person. We love him. "If I could return from riddling this game" Written for a poetry challenge ... it was fun and I ended up .. sort a ... kind a ... happy with it... Clarity and serenity at the beach during winter. We take for granted so many privileges. Here’s some attempted levity on one easy to overlook. A glimpse at a contemplative experience not often imagined. (Image by JP Philippe) "Then when spring arrives / Only love survives" A poem about my preferred season, after going outside and fighting mosquitos! |
