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Strange when we are young and look at some things as an embarrassment to us and how we thought we would just die if anyone ever saw this or that. Y... In a country where there are so many people stuck in negative thoughts and actions, it can be debilitating to positive thinking others. There are man... This a long read.. I thank you so much in advance for reading.. I hope, i wont waste your time..
Killing as an industry, collution in the highest circles! I wish I had taken
life a little less seriously.
I wish I had taken time
to laugh with my mother.
I wish I had hugged her more,
held her hand, and sai... This is one of my swedish poems, translated into english. I wrote it in april 2015 and in Swedish it's named 'Till Alla* Wich means 'For Everybody'. I... Wouldn''t it be great if our thoughts and dreams could be lived if just for a day.
Every life--whether as mountain climber in a bivouac, or monk before Buddha--finds moments to ponder the what if of death. (Image by Odin, Swiss Alps,... Below, no more far fetched than Kafka’s deliberation on guilt and justice in “The Trial,” a consideration that altered many a reader’s sense of consci... What is a Mother? These words are for you to have and to hold to keep in your heart forever,
Woke up around 2 a.m. last night and couldn't go back to sleep until this poem wrote itself. How one Label can change one person's whole destiny. That to defeat someone, we put a Label on them that we hope sticks with them, on their downfall. ... The question of life, the answer, a test
Take The Test Life in its infinite variety wants to happen. We are in it together with all life on the Earth and in the Universe. We live in brutal times where a body of people would have us give up our own thinking. (Of course there are the poor fools that can’t think for thems... I get a lot of mail from students of poetry and verse. I wrote this poem after a class of 5th grade students from Utah emailed me their question. This... |
