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Inspiration is where you find it. Perched upon pilings,. Pelicans pause, pensively. We went to Ponce Inlet, FL last Saturday to participate in a poetry reading at Lighthouse Park (I got to read 4 poems, YAY! Wrote a haiku about them, because lately I have been in a haiku sort of mood. Today’s Popular Poems. Ode to This Moment. Ode to Sr. Mosto. Sevenling: Dances with words. Process, Discipline, and Sharing. Berl’s Poetry Shop (a found poem). Oh Say, Can You See? One thousand places where you are not.
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Inspiration is where you find it. Perched upon pilings,. Pelicans pause, pensively. We went to Ponce Inlet, FL last Saturday to participate in a poetry reading at Lighthouse Park (I got to read 4 poems, YAY! Wrote a haiku about them, because lately I have been in a haiku sort of mood. Today’s Popular Poems. Ode to This Moment. Ode to Sr. Mosto. Sevenling: Dances with words. Process, Discipline, and Sharing. Berl’s Poetry Shop (a found poem). Oh Say, Can You See? One thousand places where you are not.
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On The Loss Of A Child | Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas
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Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas. Keep On Going →. February 4, 2016. On The Loss Of A Child. Little one, child of the sun…. Your life had only begun,. Before you were taken away. Now night has replaced the day. Tears stream from our eyes…. As our stricken soul cries. We pray for some relief,. From the weight of this grief. Precious angel, precious child…. Heaven was here when you smiled,. And your laughter filled our ears. Little one, for these few years…. You blessed us with your sweet love.
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life | Not Enough Poetry
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Inspiration is where you find it. I went outside to watch. The stars tonight, curled. In my Adirondack chair. But those stars, I swear,. Peered right back at me. Blinking their diamond eyes. In the quivering silence, inquiring. In some universal Morse code,. So, what are you. Going to do next? Today’s Popular Poems. Ode to This Moment. Ode to Sr. Mosto. Sevenling: Dances with words. Process, Discipline, and Sharing. Berl’s Poetry Shop (a found poem). Oh Say, Can You See? The Philosophy of Goodbye. Create...
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The Audience Awaits | Not Enough Poetry
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Inspiration is where you find it. I went outside to watch. The stars tonight, curled. In my Adirondack chair. But those stars, I swear,. Peered right back at me. Blinking their diamond eyes. In the quivering silence, inquiring. In some universal Morse code,. So, what are you. Going to do next? Break Through →. 3 Responses to “The Audience Awaits”. August 6, 2015 at 5:49 pm. This really made me smile! Fun to think about those stars looking right back at us as we look at them! August 10, 2015 at 4:23 pm.
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Those Summer Days | Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas
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Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas. June 24, 2016. Tagged poems, poetry, summer, childhood, child, hearts, sad, sweet,. I remember those sweet summer days. Laughing and dancing amid sunrays. Your eyes sparkled as you smiled at me,. Playing in our childhood reverie. All the troubles and sorrows that we both had. Suddenly weren’t as sad or quite so bad. At least momentarily, our hearts were carefree. Unburdened, the way innocent child hearts should be. 3 thoughts on “ Those Summer Days.
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marybalderrama | Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas
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Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas. June 24, 2016. Tagged poems, poetry, summer, childhood, child, hearts, sad, sweet,. I remember those sweet summer days. Laughing and dancing amid sunrays. Your eyes sparkled as you smiled at me,. Playing in our childhood reverie. All the troubles and sorrows that we both had. Suddenly weren’t as sad or quite so bad. At least momentarily, our hearts were carefree. Unburdened, the way innocent child hearts should be. February 12, 2016. February 4, 2016. I’ll...
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Keep On Going | Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas
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Mary Elizabeth Balderrama's Poetic Vistas. On The Loss Of A Child. Those Summer Days →. February 12, 2016. Don’t give up so easily and give in to despair. Keep on following your dream even though your feet are sore. The road is winding, steep and rough but it will take you there. It’s when you’re tired out that you must go a little more. Find the strength deep within yourself and it won’t be so hard. The pain will be worth going through when you reach your goal. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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June 2015 – Abijit's Mind Palace
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Fiction all the way. Abijit's Mind Palace. Mee-sha aka MoUSTACHE (shortStory). June 19, 2015. February 24, 2016. Happy birthday, buddy He said You’ve turned twenty. YAY! Thank you man, Oh yeah I feel like a man now. He didn’t reply to this remark. That evening was full of joy and delight for me; I was the luckiest man alive. Usually my birthdays weren’t considered important neither by me, nor by my friends. But this time, to my surprise they had arranged a party and even bought me a present. I kept on lo...
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Counting Sand (shortStory) – Abijit's Mind Palace
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Fiction all the way. Abijit's Mind Palace. July 17, 2015. July 17, 2015. There were many of them sitting affably clothed, coughing and sneezing. But, it wasn’t noisy; a strange rhythm was present everywhere, a rhythm of illness. The chairs were red in colour, attached to each other resembling a train. Was I invisible? No one paid attention to me, as I kept standing looking at the occupied seats on either side of the long passage. 8220;Sir, would you like to have a seat? My token number being 75, I assume...