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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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I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night so figuring out today’s poem took a little more brain than usual. Turns out, lack of sleep can be its own reward… or at least its own inspiration… I think reward may be a little strong. Enjoy! On Lack of Sleep Come sleep, long sleep, deep…
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Once again, I am writing a day behind. It seems to be my new standard, but at least it’s done. Only eleven more to go. Today’s offering is about believing in your dreams regardless of what “everybody knows”. On What Is Impossible It’s true that wonders never cease, More happen every day. Impossible is just…
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With all the world facing the pandemic, I have been debating whether or not to write about it. This is my take on it. On COVID 19 When things look bleak and we’re in fear, Just know we will get through. No matter how the deck looks stacked, Believe we will get through. Disease and…
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Once again, life has conspired to delay a post. I’m still in the fight, but some days it’s lions 47, gladiators 0. Yesterday was one of those days. On Being a Night-Owl Bright and blessed the day may be, But sacred is the night. Life’s labours done beneath the sun, But sacred is the night.…
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Originally I had written a totally different poem tonight. Then a system crash wiped it out completely. But there’s a lesson in everything we experience. That was today’s lesson. On Perseverence A terrifying thing to see. A screen so blank and white. As I sit here staring blankly, My thoughts flit round in fright. I…
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I was supposed to post this yesterday, but sometimes life happens. Another one will magically appear in due course. Hopefully before the end of the day 🙂 On Missing Nature A long and winding country road, A field of high, sweet hay. Ten billion stars above my head, To gaze at where I lay. …
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At least once each year, I hit a point where I can’t think of a single thing to write about. This invariably leads to something like the following. On Writer’s Block Another day has come and gone, And here I sit once more. With keyboard and an empty head, I’ve been through this before. …
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As much as it makes my brain hurt sometimes and I really hate creative deadlines (I can’t function without them), I really love NaPoWriMo as it pushes me to flex my creative muscles. I also draw and paint and can’t think of anything more rewarding than when I get what’s in my head onto paper…
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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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