Poetry

In Front Of Our Eyes

It's happening right in front of our eyes. We, who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born...

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THERES ALWAYS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

A friend and fellow creative dared me to write a poem encouraging people especially youths who are in difficult circumstances and this is what I produced.

Although,

Life's now tough,

And the road you tread - rough.

Continue walking down the lane.

Because, there's always light at the end of the tunnel.

Although,

You're now in the valley,

And the hill you seek looks elusive.

With movement...

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Leave

We all stand as you walk in with others who have fought the same battle.

The same battle that has left you wounded and it extends to others with wheel chairs and mechanical arms.

We all...

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Soaring

Once again my mind takes flight. Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be. Different story lines as far as any mind's...

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Wispiness Of Existence

Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction. Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future. 

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The Times They Are A Changing

The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The...

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Mommy is in heaven now

A poem to explain to someone when a loved one passes away, where they have gone to help ease their minds.

Mommy is in heaven now.

Mommy is in heaven now, the angels came calling. The lord said it is time to come home. But mommy is not really gone, she is all around. The twinkling...

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AberfanThe day a school died

Simply I tried to catch the tradgic event,where so many young innocent  lives were lost

 ABERFAN (The day a school died)

The black slime slid, like a black devouring slug,

It’s slow sluggish journey towards the school

Inside the pupils sat fresh of face, innocent and full of trust,

Hands clasped in Morning...

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Napping Nana

My grandma naps

Napping Nana

  She does it in the afternoon

She does it at night

She naps

My Nana

She naps all the time

The only glow in the room is that of the television set

Sometimes it’s Maury, most of the...

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GREAT FACEBOOK MINDS THINK ALIKE WITH THIS YAHOO!

the sheer audacity, cupidity, energy...of trump and company, who garnered intracbly kicking moderation out the door.

GREAT FACEBOOK MINDS THINK ALIKE WITH THIS YAHOO! tailored, and harried style kickstarter - in one direction - upon tuck-us of those virtual misdeed NOT slick boot rile die hard supporters of Hillary...

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