my blessed life
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Okay, okay…. I know it’s “another” Spring poem. The season inspires me like no other. It truly is my favourite. So yes… I do tend to write about it a bit too often. Then again, these are my poems, so I guess that’s okay. Enjoy! Spring 3.0 Now spring is here, the crocus blooms, Promise…
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I’ve written poems about my wife, and about my dogs, but I don’t think I’ve ever written one about my daughter. This one is for her. A Father’s Wish I wish you joy to temper pain, Some sun your clouds to chase. I wish you love to lift you up, To gently touch your face.…
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I was talking with my wife Lynn this morning and thinking how blessed I am to have her in my life. We each have our fair share of issues, but we are aware of them and we are working at dealing with them. Neither of us is perfect, but we are perfect for each other.…
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Sometimes it feels like everything today is about being darker, grittier, more cynical and sarcastic. Instead of that tried and disproven approach, maybe try this. Be The Light A smile, a word, a life is saved, Is pulled back from the brink. The power of a kindness is, Much greater than you think. The server…
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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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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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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…
Brain Bits To Go 