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Here we are at day 6 of NaPoWriMo and I’m starting to question why I do this. So that’s what I’ll write about tonight. A Rambling Thought I sit and write and as I do, a thought occurs to me. Why do I write? What is the point? What use can these words be?…
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Yes, I know that I’m posting this on day 6. At least it’s getting posted, so half-marks for that. Be Here Now We spend so much of every day, caught up inside our head. Dwelling still upon the past, or planning far ahead. But all the time we spend like that, is time we are…
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So Canada turns 150 this year! Here is my first tribute to the country that I am privileged to call home. Canada 150 One hundred-fifty years ago, my Canada began. It’s dream of freedom and of peace, a continent did span. And now we stand here looking back, at just how far we’ve come. With some things…
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It’s late and I should be in bed, buuuuuut…… this should just take a minute. Seek a Different Path The dance begins, the battle joined, the words cut just like knives. We know that we should just let go, this is not worth our lives. But we can’t just forget the hurts, keep living…
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Day three of NaPoWriMo. What to write today, that’s the question. Ah, I know…. You Are All I Need To See I sit upon the shore and gaze, out at the distant sea. And think of all the places that, I think I’d like to be. But then I stop and start to think,…
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I’m actually a day late with this. I had planned a while ago to participate again in NaPoWriMo. Then totally zoned yesterday and forgot about it. Oops. Here we go anyway! The Return of the Poet It’s April once again and I, Begin to write anew. To search throughout my cobwebbed mind, Tell something that…
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My Facebook feed has been filling up with posts referencing Clint Eastwood’s recent interview with Esquire magazine in which he slammed political correctness and referred to this as “the Pussy Generation”. Despite his best efforts, and being totally wrong, Mr. Eastwood accidentally slipped a little bit of truth in there. You see, he is treating…
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Morality For The Lost A demon danced in dead man’s shoes, His face turned to the rain. An angel raged on through the night, Adrift on seas of pain. A babe new born an orphan lost, Alone and powerless. A demon too far gone to curse, The angel cannot bless. The babe, a child, grows…
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Commonality So I believe and know this truth, I am the same as you. Not in the way I speak or look Nor in the things I do. It’s what we are that is the same, This we should keep in mind. And understand the falseness of, Divisions that you find. What matter gender, race…
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I’m A Very Rash Person I almost wrote no verse today, My focus is not there. I’ve got the plague, the walking death, My skin hates me I swear. It’s blistered, lumpy, burning, raw, The itching drives me mad. It’s spreading fast it’s spreading far, My face looks really bad. I do not know just…
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