poetry
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According to the song, Christmas is “the most wonderful time of the year”. Not for me. For me, nothing compares to the joy of spring. My “New Year” isn’t January 1st. Mine is the first green shoots poking through the winter thatch where the snow has melted off a patch of my garden. The New…
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I can’t write all these verses without including my wife Lynn. I wouldn’t be who I am and you definitely wouldn’t be reading these poems without her. She helps me be the best version of myself I can. I Love You My Angel There was a guy who wasn’t much, Who never much would be.…
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My friend Kim passed away after a brief, horrific fight with cancer. She was a truly beautiful soul who was a blessing to all around her. Her light in this world will be greatly missed. In her memory, I ask that you spend time with a loved one, family member or friend. And take the…
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I am no longer quite as young as I was previously. I’ve come to terms with this and tend to remind myself that getting older still beats the only proven alternative. Get old or die. Years ago I worked for a wonderful woman named Heather who taught me one of the most important things I’ve…
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Over two-thirds of the way through the month and it’s getting a little more challenging. But with a suggestion from my personal muse, angel and wife, here we are. The Challenge I hate it when I must work with, Deadlines of any kind. The very thought I might miss them. Sets traps within my mind.…
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It’s getting to that point in the month where all the easy ideas have been picked over. So something a little different now. As always, I’d love to know what people think. 🙂 The Power of Words “A picture’s worth a thousand words.”, Or so the people say. But if you read those thousand words,…
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As you may have seen in previous posts here, I also enjoy drawing. I had really stepped back from it for while when my daughter was young and I was busier doing Dad stuff. She is out in the world now and I have started re-investing my time in visual art. I’m never going to…
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For myself typically the problem isn’t finding words. Words I’ve got in abundance! The problem is finding words that I can force into some form of narrative. That’s where the tricky bits are, and that’s the subject of today’s poem. So Many Words, So Little Focus I feel the words rush through my mind, In…
Brain Bits To Go 