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2016 | Leader~Poet~Humanist
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Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. November 7, 2016. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. July 1, 2016. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. April 15, 2016. Don’t Count Me Out. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. March 8, 2016. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Should I numb all my humanness, to keep from succumbing to the schoolyard scars? Can you not live without …. February 13, 2016. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. February 4, 2016.
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May | 2015 | Leader~Poet~Humanist
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Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Poem: Jumping on the Rocks. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Jumping on the rocks, leaving the past Creating space for tomorrows dreamers Adding new rocks to the river as I create a new path …. May 5, 2015. When the student is ready, the teacher appears. Blog at WordPress.com. This site is all about ideas. Poetry, Travels, Sketches, Writings and a Sip of Inspiration with Passion. WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME. Bringing you love through spirit! The Bliss of Reality.
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February | 2016 | Leader~Poet~Humanist
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Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Should I numb all my humanness, to keep from succumbing to the schoolyard scars? Your whispers unleash all my secrets, only known to me When you startle me, I become something foreign to myself What teachings haven’t I learned, that you persist like the plague? Can you not live without …. February 13, 2016. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. February 4, 2016. When the student is ready, the teacher appears. This site is all about ideas.
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Solitary World | cuhullen
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A public place to practice. February 1, 2015. February 1, 2015. T H I S is not a thought,. Not a memory,. Not a picture,. These are words,. Curved lines that twist. On a page,. On a screen,. That represent a sound,. That when strung together represent a word. That when strung together represent…. Something eternally fleeting,. A flashing moment of experience. These lines won’t show you my midnight sky. With it’s cloud shrouded moon. And scattered crystal stars. You won’t know my rising dawn,. You are com...
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July | 2015 | cuhullen
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A public place to practice. An Older Man’s Prayer. July 26, 2015. July 26, 2015. Lord, let me age gracefully and gratefully. Let me slip slow and soft into senescence. Let my age be my age. And my life wrap round me,. Fitting me closely and comfortably like my favorite shoes. Let me not chase young men’s goals. The accomplishments of my youth were of my youth. Let me, instead, know the victories of a life lived to this point, and the victories beyond, as they come. But against the ills not the ill. My wo...
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An Older Man’s Prayer | cuhullen
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A public place to practice. An Older Man’s Prayer. July 26, 2015. July 26, 2015. Lord, let me age gracefully and gratefully. Let me slip slow and soft into senescence. Let my age be my age. And my life wrap round me,. Fitting me closely and comfortably like my favorite shoes. Let me not chase young men’s goals. The accomplishments of my youth were of my youth. Let me, instead, know the victories of a life lived to this point, and the victories beyond, as they come. But against the ills not the ill. You a...
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A Moment at Night | cuhullen
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A public place to practice. A Moment at Night. November 17, 2014. It’s dark when I get home. The sun set long since. I open the door and rise from the car…. I’m held by this night. For a little while. The wind hisses through the dying leaves. It sounds like the pages of a thousand books turning,. Like sleet sheeting against glass. Leaves scurry across the drive. To and fro in the changing wind,. Like ghosts late for appointments. The sky is so black it almost swallows the stars. For a little while. You a...
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August | 2015 | Leader~Poet~Humanist
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Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. August 10, 2015. When the student is ready, the teacher appears. Blog at WordPress.com. This site is all about ideas. Poetry, Travels, Sketches, Writings and a Sip of Inspiration with Passion. WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME. Bringing you love through spirit! The Bliss of Reality. THE BEST OF POETRY. MICHAEL T. COE. Read these lines. They already read you. 2 Lines each day. In So Many Words. Health, Human Rights and I.
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July | 2016 | Leader~Poet~Humanist
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Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. Published by Carl Meadows R.N. BSN, MA. July 1, 2016. When the student is ready, the teacher appears. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. This site is all about ideas. Poetry, Travels, Sketches, Writings and a Sip of Inspiration with Passion. WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME. Bringing you love through spirit! The Bliss of Reality. THE BEST OF POETRY. MICHAEL T. COE. Read these lines. They already read you. 2 Lines each day. In So Many Words. Health, Human Rights and I.
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