Personal
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So, it’s day 24 and it’s a beautiful sunny day. The birds are chirping and you can almost see the back garden coming back to life after it’s long winter sleep. I absolutely love the Springtime. The Best Season The shining sun, the singing birds, you almost hear things grow. That sense of rebirth…
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So… here we are… caught up again for the moment. I just have to figure out what to catch up with. Creating Ghosts We all carry our ghosts with us, bits of our past that cling. Of choices that we now regret, that baggage that we bring. The ones we hurt, the ones we…
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No real idea where this came from. Just started putting words down and let them take the shape they wanted. It’s no less true for all that. My Truth There must be some comfort in faith, in knowing what is true. In knowing if you walk the line, good things will come to you.…
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Okay… so it should have been day 21. I’ve got a lot going on right now, so it’s not feasible to write every day. I figure I’ll settle for writing thirty poems in thirty days just not necessarily one a day. A Writers’ Sin These words these words and more words still, how sick of…
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Standing on a balcony at work today and watching the geese flying over the river. One of the surest signs that spring is here. Spring! It’s spring again the geese return, and robins in the tree. And like the sap the season brings, life slowly back to me. I bask in vernal warmth and…
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A mind is a terrible thing to waste on nightmares. But here’s another one. Enjoy! My Night Terrors The bump in the night, the scratch in the walls, things wake us in the night. We are not sure just what we heard, we cannot place that fright. We tell ourselves there’s nothing there, inside…
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Just a quick ode to my dog. He is an amazing pup who fills my life with joy. Ducky Dog My pup is such an awesome boy, he’s loving and so sweet. And he is handsome as can be, from ears down to his feet. His face can say a thousand things, that…
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So yes, I’m running behind. Life hasn’t been terribly cooperative with the NaPoWriMo deal this year, but I’m still hanging in there. Desperate Words The ghosts of verses from the past, go moaning through my head. The do not let me write new lines, my skill with words seems dead. I start a verse…
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Often we get so caught up in what we think we should be doing, or how we think the world should be, that we miss out on what is right in front of us. The Prison of the Self some walls a roof a floor and such, do not a prison make sometimes it’s…
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Another personal piece today. Why I Write I love my life I really do, though it is hard sometimes. But part of how I deal with it, is through these simple rhymes. The good, the bad, the in between, these poems see it all. They help release the words that I, keep trapped behind…
Brain Bits To Go 