my blessed life
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In my last poem, I mentioned the soundtrack of my life. Here is a little more on that idea. On The Music Of Life My keyboard and a cup of tea, Some tunes to sooth my mind. And as the music washes through, My inner voice I find. Now as the notes are flowing…
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It was a beautiful day today and I spent some time in my backyard watching the birds and squirrels and listening to the geese calling in the distance. I love the spring! On The Beauty of Spring Once more the air is filled with chirps, Not heard for far too long. Our migrant birds back…
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The fabled “April Showers” are here. My job takes me outside frequently. They could have held off a couple of days. On The Capriciousness of Spring It’s April now, the rains come down, To soak me to the bone. The rains so constant, they could wear, A hole into a stone. The snows are…
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At least once each year I write a love letter to my angel Lynn. This poem is for the best and most perfect angel I could ever wish for. On Love Oh Lynn my love, my life is blessed, Because you’ve made it so. You don’t believe and that’s okay, That’s why I let you…
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Ahhhh…. Spring is in the air! That means two things. It’s time to pick up the dog poop in the back yard, and it’s time to bruise my brain creating 30 days worth of something that I persist in calling poetry. I’ll let you know at the end of the month which one was more…
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Any time I’m at a loss for inspiration, I can always rely on my muse. My angel Lynn… I love you! A BLESSING ON YOU ALL I look up at the night and see, The stars twink’ling above. I look beside, and there she is, The woman that I love. Which is the greater wonder…
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We often hear about the greed of the super rich. But the fact is, it’s most of us as well. We all see the poverty in our own communities and around the world, but so few step up to do anything about it. Instead of waiting for the rich to throw money at these problems…
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I’m not sure why, but I seem to be on a bit of a nature kick this month. Maybe it’s because every time I turn around another piece of it’s been cut down, dug up or plowed over. Whatever the reason, I hope you enjoy todays poem 🙂 SEE THE BEAUTY “Good morning!” Says the…
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It’s Easter. For a lot of people, myself included, that means a long weekend. As often happens, it’s raining. Here in the capital of Canada, that is often the case. It’s spring and spring means rain. I don’t mind much because it’s actually my favourite time of the year. WELCOME SPRING I look outside at…
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