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Originally posted on I didn't have my glasses on….:
THE NIGHT TRAVELER Passing by, he could be anybody: A thief, a tradesman, a doctor On his way to a worried house. But…
Originally posted on I didn't have my glasses on….:
THE NIGHT TRAVELER Passing by, he could be anybody: A thief, a tradesman, a doctor On his way to a worried house. But…
Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I read the poem “Small Acts” by Paul Vincent Cannon on his blog, I immediately wanted to read it aloud as my Christmas best wishes this year.…
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Serenity every day,I pray from the frayed edgeschaos rattling, pains howling Laundry waits in pilesof incompletion – like my life –demands eroding worth Hush! I scold…
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
The fingerprints…. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
Originally posted on You Lil Dickens:
The Island of Misfit Toys allows us to imagine that maybe our flaws are actually just uniqueness misunderstood. Band aids and boo boos not kissed Toys with…
Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading