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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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I’m a huge fan of “Cosmos”, both the Nat Geo series with Neil Degrasse Tyson and the book by Carl Sagan. This poem is an ode to them and also to “The Mars Generation” and it’s founder Astronaut Abby. Enjoy! On Going to Mars I walk across a dry, red plain, Towards a distant hill.…
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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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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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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…
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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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At this point, I’ve been awake since zero-dark-thirty on Monday. Based on my last post, that means that this one also technically counts as Day 6. Then again, maybe I’m just a little sleep deprived and punchy. Either way…. here goes nuthin’. On Insomnia I wish that I could sleep each night, Like normal people…
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