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Jaded | A Poets Pause
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A Life of Words. April 6, 2013. Another drink to carry the burden. The last cigarette before the train. One more kiss to hold him over. A fleeting moment before the rain. One more memory to cut you. Just a scar that never fades. Like a faceless friend behind you. A room of liars…a masquerade. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
Mother’s Day | A Poets Pause
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A Life of Words. September 1, 2012. She smiled today and the world paused. And for the briefest of moments all was light. All was love and small kindnesses ran playfully. Down cobbled alleys and dead ends. Laughter filled our hearts like a warm hearth. On a long winter’s night. And in her eyes shined a dream. One thought on “ Mother’s Day. September 2, 2012 at 1:03 am. I love you…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
The Stairwell | A Poets Pause
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A Life of Words. September 2, 2012. The are ghosts in the stairwell. Shades in the shadows. And the footfalls are answered. From the ghosts in the stairwell. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Follow “A Poets Pause”.
His Purpose | A Poets Pause
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A Life of Words. April 6, 2013. Out of the treacherous sea, the rock hand rose. On it’s palm lay the exhausted man. His ship in ruin, splintered and broken. His curses lost to the cacophony of the wind. Through gritted teeth and endless rain he worked. For a shelter, a fire, a hope. Though toiled as he did, failure was his shadow. And every defeat was another stone he carried. At last, he collapsed. His eyes stung by tears. His hands raw and useless. And at that moment…. He saw with new sight. Blog at Wo...
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A Life of Words. October 1, 2013. Painted memories slip by unnoticed. As do the days. Children’s laughter falls silent. Toys forgotten in the magic places. The lines of our faces grow deep. As do our roots. We bend and ebb. Life…bittersweet and splendid. April 6, 2013. Another drink to carry the burden. The last cigarette before the train. One more kiss to hold him over. A fleeting moment before the rain. One more memory to cut you. Just a scar that never fades. Like a faceless friend behind you. On his ...
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Inside a few people nestle the souls of poets... - A Poet Soul
Inside a few people nestle the souls of poets. Some poets compose poetry, but not all do. Some poets dance with jubilant abandon,. Their heartbeats matching the rhythm of the music,. Their spirits communing with the emotion of the song. Some poets dream with vivid color and sound,. Imagining possibilities where others see only obstacles. And some poets itch to create with their hands,. To communicate what's in their heads and hearts using ordinary stuff. Like pencils, paints, and, well, dirt.
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8230;eradicating heaux shit, one post at a time…. Music: afro samurai (the RZA). I came across this compilation and absolutely had to post it! My boyfriend put me on to afro samurai a while ago, and it’s the epitome of freshness in a quentin tarantino kind of way for those of you who haven’t seen the critically acclaimed cartoon. it’s definitely TV-MA and features voicing by samuel l. […]. Posted at 8:21 pm on May 24, 2009 Leave a comment. Continue reading →. Sex: the common denominator?
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No matter the lesson. Language creates the poem. Not politics or prayers. And didacticism is derogatory. When poet becomes preacher. And forgets rhymed beauty brings. More unity than radical rhythm. Late at night, I take a book to bed and turn its pages into sleep. Because I simply can’t curl up with a Kindle. Time travels in skeins of winter-colored yarn. Knitting itself into hard little knots on November’s calendar. Shyly and blushingIy I bring you flowers. And tremble as though our love were new.
A Poets Pause | A Life of Words
A Life of Words. October 1, 2013. Painted memories slip by unnoticed. As do the days. Children’s laughter falls silent. Toys forgotten in the magic places. The lines of our faces grow deep. As do our roots. We bend and ebb. Life…bittersweet and splendid. April 6, 2013. Another drink to carry the burden. The last cigarette before the train. One more kiss to hold him over. A fleeting moment before the rain. One more memory to cut you. Just a scar that never fades. Like a faceless friend behind you. On his ...
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A collection of inspirational music.may each one be a. Sanctuary for the weary soul and an inspiration that. Ushers you through His gates with thanksgiving and. Into the courts of God's presence with praise and. Lookup a word or passage in the Bible. Include this form on your page. Place of sanctuary, inspiration, peace and prayer for all. Those who are searching for a closer walk with God. May all. Who enter here experience God's love; His mercy and grace. Enter these pages penned so many years ago, you.
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Editorial & Writing Services. From a Distance: On My Old Work. Over the last few years I have stepped far away from the idea of publishing my essays and poetry in manuscript form. From age fourteen when I started writing through age…. Thoughts on Music,. The Greatest of the Arts. As many have professed, so do I: Music is the greatest of the arts. I believe in the concept of the music of the spheres. Music…. January 4, 2018. A Blessing in Disguise. January 1, 2018. The Dreamer’s Disease. September 14, 2017.
My place to write, to wonder... | A place I call home…thoughts close to me
My place to write, to wonder…. A place I call home…thoughts close to me. Latest Entries ». Mdash; 2 Comments. April 20, 2011. And cat yawns, green blade moments. Emerge from spring’s shadow. I. Catch one, by its edge, leaving a streak of red,. From my finger,. Tasting familiarity. I wonder. When death will arrive, when. This red juice will settle and pool, harden my. Organs into stillness. It is not. Proven that fertilizers make a difference. In this life. It makes grasses greener, taller,. Go away, geez.
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