Tag: Wordpress poetry
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The Sweet Sound Of Rain
A Natural Alarm woken by nature soft tapping on the window a million raindrops Photo by Daria Nekipelova on Pexels.com
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Listening And Hearing Are Different Things
Like Saying Something And Talking don’t just turn away my words are important too they also have worth
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Life Is A Wonderful Thing
Right On My Doorstep wherever it can even in common places life will find a way
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Relatively Little Was Said
What We Don’t Say family meeting so much light chitter-chatter so much left unsaid
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I Can See Clearly Now
We Are All Part Of Everything The clouds slip sideways, shape shifting lumps of inconstancy, and the sun cuts through, and there comes a moment of absolute clarity, bright and sharp and vivid, and everything, everywhere, all the world, all of it, is completely seen. New leaves at the top of the poplar, fuzz on…
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Sharp Words Cut Both Ways
The Right Word Is Volatile words of love and hate tender and tough, sweet and sour say all about us
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Touched By A Feeling Of Nothing
The Little Ways We Lose Each Other she touches his face he just turns his head away and she feels nothing
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The Temples Of My Mind
The Serenity Of Place old stone in circles green grass and windblown people above all, the sky
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A Picture Of The Heavens
Nature Is A Painter blue roll of day sky painted with paperwhite clouds a decoration
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The Geography Of Good Luck
Blessed To Be Born In Britain wrapped up warm at home safe and sound and far from harm in such guilty peace My world was destroyed by a Russian missile – Yuriy Glodan
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The Marks Of Being Alive
Wounds Turn Into Scars And Scars Make You Tough scars on your body each cut a slice from your life the wounds of your time It’s a shallow life that doesn’t give a person a few scars – Garrison Keillor
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I Wish I Was Still Outward Bound
Lessons In Life I Should Have Learned Unearthly early he woke us, not long after midsummer sunrise. I was already awake. It was not home. I could not sleep. Trundling clatter-foot through hard boarded hallways, the little man led us out into the rising mist, along crunchable gravel walkways and into a green feast of…
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Spread Your Wings And Fly
The Sky Is Too Busy For Birds in busy blue skies filled with the machines of men a buzzard seems lost
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A Picture Of A Life Not Lived
He Went Too Fast an old photograph a young man so full of life a life never lived
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The Sexy Scent Of Summer
Jasmine Is More Than A Woman budlets on jasmine promises of perfumed nights summer is coming
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You Save My Life Each Night
Just By Being There in the horrid dark surrounded by night terrors there is always you
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Budburst And Bumblebees
Nothing Else Really Matters What does it mean to grow old? It seems to be a withdrawing, a drawing in of feeling. Where once you lived with passion, fiercely, where there was wet ardour and hot sweat, and love, and even hate, this drawing in pulls you back, dulls those passions, pushes them out of…
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Common Or Garden Glory
A Weed Is A Flower In The Wrong Place a dandelion, such a common garden weed, flowers like the sun
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The Art Of Nature
Worth More Than A Thousand Words early morning light golden sun on blue sky wash the art of nature
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The Comfort Of Strangers
Sauce For The Goose when I was young and fit and looked good in jeans and had something the girls liked (though I still don’t know what that was) I was hooked off the street by a pretty young stranger who was home alone and she led me up to her pink bedroom that smelled…
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The Eternal Ephemeral Sweet Joy Of Life
Here And Now And Gone Forever A new leaf, a bud. A white flower, whorled, fragrant. A fallen petal.
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The Glory Of Spring Is Growing Things
Everything Everywhere Is Coming To Life wind rippling new grass trembling bright green spring leaves seedlings seeking sun
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In Praise Of The Glory Of Sleep
Nothing Can Take The Freedom To Dream to sleep is to dream to dream is an awakening to wake, a nightmare Sleep is your superpower
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Love Is All You Need
These Are The Ties That Bind what is family? random genes thrown together held in place by love
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Being Unwell Makes Me Sick
COVID Is Making Me Bats down on feeling down tired of being tired all day sick of being sick
Writing Me Up 