NaPoWriMo
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For myself typically the problem isn’t finding words. Words I’ve got in abundance! The problem is finding words that I can force into some form of narrative. That’s where the tricky bits are, and that’s the subject of today’s poem. So Many Words, So Little Focus I feel the words rush through my mind, In…
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A lot of ink, both physical and digital has been devoted to the evils personal tech devices of late. I’m more a proponent of balance than banishment. Make better choices. That’s what I’m striving for. What Is Light Without The Dark? The constant light, is always there, It seeps in through the seams. There’s nowhere…
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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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Before anyone argues that their dog is the best one, I just want to say… Every dog is the best one that ever was. Not just dogs. Every pet that is loved by their owner is the best one that ever was. It’s not a competition… it’s all about the blessing! Loving My Best Dog…
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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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It is April 1st once again and so begins National Poetry Writing Month. Last year, I finished a couple of poems away from the 30 verse target. Hopefully this year I can go all the way. Time will tell. Without further ado… today’s offering. A Most Poetic Death “Good morning”, said the typist to, The…
Brain Bits To Go 