my blessed life
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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…
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I’ve been dreaming of having the money and time to travel where I want and spend my time as I please. This poem reflects what I see in those dreams. Enjoy! Where Do You See Yourself? There’s so much beauty to be found, At place where land meets sky. Horizons call and beckon me, To…
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As you may have seen in previous posts here, I also enjoy drawing. I had really stepped back from it for while when my daughter was young and I was busier doing Dad stuff. She is out in the world now and I have started re-investing my time in visual art. I’m never going to…
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Since April is National Poetry Month, I try to do at least one spring themed entry per year. Here in Canada, winters are cold and long and spring is much anticipated. It is probably my favourite season. For Love of Spring To watch the swelling of a bud, Then watch the leaf unfold. The wonder…
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It was my lady wife who suggested the subject of today’s effort. If you enjoy it, thank her for the inspiration. If you do not, then blame me for the execution. The Caress A finger traces over skin, As perfect as the dawn. The faintest sigh, the moment passed, Too soon, too quickly gone. The…
