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Overcoming The Noise. I cannot think, I cannot hear, The voices in my head. They try to speak and to be heard, Don’t know just what they said. There’s poetry that I can’t hear, It’s lost in all this noise. The words are lost beyond recall, l’ve lost so many joys. Voices within and more…
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The Best Things In Life Are… You! Dear Universe, I’d like to say, A thank you from my heart. For bringing me this person who, I’ve loved right from the start. My love provides a piece of me l didn’t know was gone. She gives so much, brings me such joy, My strength to carry…
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We’re All In This Together (Except For Those Who Aren’t) Dreaming the days go drifting by, A bit of truth in each. Some grasp the dream and take from it, The lesson it would teach. So many more are lost to it, Content to blindly sleep. They push the dream of truth aside, Let life…
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So… it’s that time of the year again. Thirty poems in thirty days. How hard can that be? Last year I stretched it out to over two months… sixty-plus consecutive poems. After that, thirty will be nothing… hopefully…. maybe…. ah well, may as well get started, My Beloved Friend A day, a week, a month,…
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For some time, I had been getting chest pains. Like any sensible person, I saw my doctor. He referred me to a specialist who did a treadmill stress test. The results at that time shoved no immediate threat. Over the next year and a bit, things went from bad to downright nasty. By the…
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For those of you who used to follow this blog, my apologies. For a variety of reasons, it is quite some time since I have posted anything. This is largely because to ran out of things to say. I still follow the news and it still winds me up as much as it…
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My Dad and I didn’t always see eye to eye. But despite that, we never gave up on each other. Keeping those lines of communication open gave us the chance to grow and change and grow together. This poem is for my Father, Thank You So Father’s Day Rolls ’round again, I want to thank…
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As I said in yesterdays post, my daughter just finished college. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say until I started writing. Your Proud Dad Three years of projects, papers, tests , Exam time twice a year. All culminate in this one night, When loved ones come to cheer. You’ve worked so hard and…
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