my blessed life
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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…
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My friend Jen turns fifty-five today. We’ve been friends for twenty years now… but that’s nothing. I met her through my wife who has been friends with her for fifty years! All of that made today seem like a great day to celebrate that friendship. That One Friend I wish that everyone could have, A…
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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…
