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Nimbly we look the other way, forget to attend to growth, wallow in the contamination of hubris blinding the awareness of love slowly becoming endange... Faced, as we are, with everyone needing to be the grownup in the room, the one thinking only he is the “chosen one”, only he is “genius”, we are left ... Yes, for those of us who write daily, there is a need to maintain a word garden’s vocabulary and avoid overused cliches of laziness. thoughts while enjoying a field unhampered by man
28-6-2013 Weeds is about fathers who abandon their sons and daughters. Being left out is always a disappointment even for an extra vibration wanting only to be recognized. (Image by Zev Hoover) In the midst of an enchanted, crystal forest
lies my soul,
beneath a weeping willow
tree.
On the shadowed side of this
mystical haven,
heart beats ... Why do we work so hard to create definition for everything, when some things require none? We sometimes work so hard to create definition for the most elusive of feeling, when it requires none. (Image by pinterest) We sometimes work so hard to create definition when often it requires so little. (Image by Andres Masson) We sometimes work so hard to create definition for feelings when it requires none. (Image by pinterest) "The outer extremes of inner spaces" To look around one can’t help but wonder when, if ever, the hordes of vacuous mind-sets will evolve and finally appreciate their sentient ability whil... Our own Andre Bendavi ben YEHU and sweet little Anessa Blaine have inspired this one.
Paradise is gone, and so is Camelot, as the Age of Enlightment a... We sometimes forget how connected we are to the many layered canvas of nature’s curated art. "A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a... Might Humandkind’s most challenging balance be between the rational and irrational? (Image by pinterest)
The prodigal returns. After a long and extensive round-the-world trip, I have now returned to the Middle East. I left my position in Doha and have ta... Our grandaughter celebrated her 5th birthday yesterday and needless tosay her parents and grandparents went out of their way to make this little Princ... Well it may have taken a day or so but here you go Ed, I Will not be attending anymore of your cheese parties, for I have a very hard time trying to ... In Memory Of: Brian Lloyd
Someone who was a quiet friend
Perhaps even too quiet...to his end.
I wish you release from the pain within.
But would you ... A rondeau redouble to chill the heart.
Picture the scene: The autumn of 1825, an inn at the edge of a remote village in a land of deep dark forests ... Some would argue that “what you do” as your identity seems empty, and that there might be another way to define ourselves. <a href="http://www.AuthorsDen.com/adstorage/11577/WHalers Lament Musical.mp3">WHalers Lament Musical.mp3</a>
<bgsound src = ''http://... “We are all one” is an often cliché way to provide an answer. This is a short exploration into the essence of the phrase. (Image by pinterest)
We have been so lucky with the weather.
We haven't seen any snow in so long, I
can't remember. We look outside and
everything is green, Just beaut... This poem is in tribute to my nephew Ted who lost his father through a violent crime. His strength was remarkable and I'm so proud of him. My amusing attempt at a country song which would need a few more verses (smile). I often think of the past present and the future and our relationship. I cherish every moment and I keep telling my husband I could never have anothe... |
