Tag: Wordpress poems
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Show me hope — Jane Dougherty Writes
Another piece from Jane that shows both her artistry and humanity. Love it. Click on the link to her site to view it. Show me hope — Jane Dougherty Writes
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Man Makes Good And Evil
Evil Is A Vile Way To Live There are no evil stones. There are no evil dogs. There are no evil clouds, no evil fields or homes, no evil water, no evil time, no evil tree or plant or seed. There are no evil moons or stars. There are no evil worlds. There are no…
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Hope Is A Waking Dream
He Who Has Hope Has Everything a right to fight for a free life in your own land a hope to live for Zelensky urges Ukrainians to go on the offensive
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Breaking Their Homes Will Break Their Hearts
A Natural Atrocity crows like winged Russians devastate the few twigs of a magpie nest
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In The Beautiful Wild Places
On Higger Tor out in the open country in the beautiful, wild places, away from the noise away from people and all the sins they invent out with the heather and grass the worts and the orchids with the sun and then rain under the blue and then grey skies on the hills by the…
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Hope And The Seeds Of Life
Spring Is The Season Of Hope spring seeds sown in hope promising new life to come waiting for the sun
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Sweet Little Darlings Shake Their Heads
Even Snowdrops Are Unhappy In The Cold spring comes in so cold rain and wind and dull grey clouds snowdrops shake their heads
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You Are Cold Like Winter
I Am The Son Who Brings No Warmth Cold, you are; unwelcoming. No warmth in you, no joy, no love for life or what it brings, the sweet things that warm our souls, love and kindliness, or, settling for less, mere contentment. You are cold like winter in your discontent, unhappy with your life, unhappy…
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The Wonderful Cycle Of The Seasons
The Turning Circle Of Life Last day of winter Spring comes again tomorrow Life begins anew
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All I Need Is Love And Kindness
It’s Not Too Much To Ask All I need Is a hand to hold A smile to greet me Kind words And just enough love To keep me Alive
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The True Logic Of Writing In Code
Writing Fiction Seems To Be Wrong For Me IF I write in code THEN I might earn some money ELSE I will have none
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A Big Stone Held in Sharp Claws
Just Because Before it happened, I remember seeing him rotate the ring, the one on his second finger with the big stone held in sharp claws. I remember standing there, talking to him, thinking that he wasn’t listening to me, watching him rotate that ring. Ex-army, he was, solid, a laugh, most of the time,…
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I Write Best In Code Now
Earning From Writing Is A Fiction writing in code now writing not for damned faint praise writing for money Join me – https://www.freecodecamp.org
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Please Find Me Some New Genes
My Genes Are Worn Out they may not suit you and you may not like them, but you can’t change your genes
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A Life Written In Fine Lines
The Story Of You Is Already Written All those fine lines, so neatly arranged, radial creased folds of skin stretching along the face, the sagging neck, the triceps hanging low, buttocks creased comically, lips pursed meanly, even on the hands, especially the hands, the lines drawn by time that speak to us silently, telling us…
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At The End Of The Tunnel
You Know What You Have When You Have Nothing Left There is not a light There is nothing waiting there There is no tunnel
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All The Good Words Have Gone
Only Bad Words Remain I think I am done I have nothing more to say I am written out
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On The Oceans Of Wind
This Is Where The Wild Things Live Seagulls, untethered from the sky, float in the violent air, like wreckage pushed and pulled by these stormy winds away from their aimless heading. There is no care in them. The trees below tear and thrash, limbs break and crash on the reef of earth below, scattered like…
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In Winter Time The Nights Are Long
Just End This Thing And Bring On Spring in winter time the winds blow on the leaves are gone there is no sun and nights are long in winter time the trees are bare mud everywhere life seems unfair seems noone cares in winter time we wait for spring the warmth it brings for birds…
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Nature In A Playful Mood
And The Wind Cries Mary winds wreaking havoc breaking branches and loose roofs nature having fun
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The Love Life Of The Stars
A Universal Love Story The sun of men and the maid of stars live for now, and then, sic transit glorias, they will die forever, two star-crossed lovers, each part of the other, in a future that neither will ever see. In time, they will be born of each other, the children of their kindred,…
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All Of This Is All There Is
These Are The Old Gods Sun and moon and stars The world forever turning These are the old gods
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A Short Flight of Stairs Leading Nowhere
First Steps On The Walk Of Life They pose for their wedding photographs standing on a short flight of stairs leading nowhere. In the evening, they will meet friends and family, and share with them the joy of their union and the sorrow of their lost freedoms. Later, alone in their too small home, there…
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The Sweet Wind That Blows
The Wind Blows Any Way breeze brushing the skin ripples in standing water sweet wind blowing by
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Hope Does Not Float In These Waters
Dead In The Water Hope; it starts everywhere; in the bushes of sudan, in the rubble of aleppo, in the craters of kandahar, hope rises for new beginnings; in bent and broken bodies, it rises like wellwater, a freshening, replenishing thing, refreshing, bringing energy, enough to carry the remains of these people, their hope, over…