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It's a pleasure when children understand. My poem. Read More

Poem / Poetry

May 01, 2022

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Comments: 1

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Time can be used, abused, but never killed . . . Read More
We know for sure, there's no doubt about that. My poem. Read More

Tags: love, happy, peace, days, rescue

Reads: 76

Comments: 2

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A boy is sent into war. A man returns, broken and exhausted . . . Read More
If you are not a fool, you'll understand. My poem. Read More

Tags: world, grow, days, wise, planted

Poem / Poetry

March 06, 2022

Reads: 101

Comments: 1

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Something indifferent Read More

Tags: days

My time on earth. Read More

Tags: days, ended, have

Poem / Poetry

September 29, 2021

Reads: 74

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

Like stepping stones along a babbling brook, the passing days and seasons allow the ever churning and roiling currents of our lives to ebb and settle with the receding tide of time. Read More
Lost to the past with unfinished lives and incomplete souls. Lost to the days that never come -- soldiers of fate, and warriors without cause, forever stilled. Casualties of war and victims of deceit, forever shadows of the days that never come, but last forever. Read More

Reads: 89

Comments: 1

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By popular demand, to end my festive moment, with a wee rewrite of the Twelve Days pf Christmas. It mostly follows along with the remaining 12 days of August, starting with the 15th. Read More

Tags: days, twelve

Poem / Romance

August 11, 2021

Reads: 103

Comments: 2

Shelves: 1

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From my book of poetry, "Days of the Week" Read More

Tags: days, week

The End of Days is a Christian term for the end of everything; Ragnarok, if you like. Read More
I watch as the sun begins to rise. The morning begins its ritual once again, and I watch the swaying branches of the old mesquite tree outside my window -- bobbing and wobbling with the wind, as if stretching its branches and waking from its sleep. Read More
In the spirit, and with truth. My poem. Read More
I hear the rhythm of the summer day beginning as I watch the morning sun rise higher in the sky. The chirping of the birds awakening atop the dew-soaked branches of the old Vara Dulce tree add to the morning sonata that permeates the morning air. The gray morning shadows… Read More

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Comments: 1

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I remember the days I spent in Vietnam as a young boy, not yet a man. I remember the first day and the last day, with the days in between just numbers on a calendar filled with visions and with sounds that still haunt me and wake me in the… Read More
The sound of muted voices echo in my mind. Faded reflections of faces and gazes stir the hollows of my soul. Read More
Lost to the past with unfinished lives and incomplete souls. Lost to the days that never come -- soldiers of fate and warriors without cause, forever stilled. Casualties of war and victims of deceit, forever shadows of the days that never come, but last forever. Read More
It is the blossoming of Spring. Gone are the wet and gloomy days of winter, and waiting patiently as they always do, are summer and fall. They are the seasons of our lives, and the reasons for the spectacle of color and of textures that inspires and uplifts our spirits… Read More
For most of us, there are so many days of our lives. Days that define and identify each one of us, our families, our friends, and even our detractors and those who may dislike us. Days that begin to pass us by too fast. And days that forever linger and… Read More
There are days that never seem to end. Nights that seem to race to meet the breaking dawn, and mornings that reawaken long-forgotten slumbering memories that stir the waking heart and grieves the rousing soul. Read More

Reads: 151

Comments: 4

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Someday it will come. My poem. Read More
Enjoy the life; and the love. My poem. Read More

Tags: live, days, give, plenty

Love can teach us a lot. My poem. Read More
In those days love will be cosy. My poem. Read More
Atay calm, and wait for the future days. My poem. Read More

Tags: love, future, past, days, steady

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