Loving Life
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I know I already did a Spring poem, but it is my favourite season, and I am at work trying to squeeze today’s poem in between actual work stuff. So another poem about spring. Also, it is raining today and I’m not normally a fan, but by looking at it as a process of renewal,…
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To every person who has blessed me with the honorific “friend”, I love you and thank you for the moments we have shared be they many or few. Each of you has helped me become who I am. Time is the only gift that truly matters. Thank you all for this most precious gift you…
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According to the song, Christmas is “the most wonderful time of the year”. Not for me. For me, nothing compares to the joy of spring. My “New Year” isn’t January 1st. Mine is the first green shoots poking through the winter thatch where the snow has melted off a patch of my garden. The New…
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I can’t write all these verses without including my wife Lynn. I wouldn’t be who I am and you definitely wouldn’t be reading these poems without her. She helps me be the best version of myself I can. I Love You My Angel There was a guy who wasn’t much, Who never much would be.…
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I am no longer quite as young as I was previously. I’ve come to terms with this and tend to remind myself that getting older still beats the only proven alternative. Get old or die. Years ago I worked for a wonderful woman named Heather who taught me one of the most important things I’ve…
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Here we are at the end of the marathon for another year. Of course, that may be a bit premature. I haven’t written the poem to go under this header yet. I’m pretty confident that something will come to me… but then again, maybe not. I still have time to fail today. But I’ve also…
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With my hard drive dead, I’ve lost an animation project I’ve been working on for few months. That sucks, and I was pretty stressed about it. But that’s what I get for not backing things up as often as I should. Long story short, I was in need of comfort this morning and an old…
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To my angel Lynn. My love, my muse and my best friend. Thank you for being my perfect person. ❤ My Ideal Wife “Good morning Love.” I say to her, Receive a sleepy smile. And marvel at the luck I’ve found, Just gaze at her a while. Her soul as beautiful I swear, As anyone…
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I’ve been drawing sailboats lately, so I thought to incorporate that phase into my writing as well. The Joy of Sail A ship of wood, a ship of steel, Or carbon fiber tech. It’s sails belled with steady wind, Warm sun upon the deck. The wheeling gulls cry loud and free, Beneath cerulean skies. The…
Brain Bits To Go 