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Here is the first of today’s offerings. I hope you like it. As always, let me know what you think. 😀 On God I reach my hand up to the sky, And try to touch God’s face. As high as I will ever reach, Touch only empty space. The ceiling painting artist lied, God’s…
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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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So…. ummmm… this is a little more different than usual. Also, a lot longer (which is why I didn’t finish it yesterday). If Lovecraft had written in rhyming couplets, he probably still would’ve had too much self-respect to write this. Regardless… enjoy! On The Hidden God “Come in and see! Come in and see!” He…
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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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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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