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All things conspire
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A Dash of Sunny. All things conspire to stand between;. Love is but a battlefield. None could have thus foreseen;. What every glance had to reveal. When sun and storm refuse to yield;. They ask me if my love was real. I hold up faith like its a shield;. Time alone shall make them kneel. All things conspire – to keep us apart. Your eyes thus bade me to linger. Their melody throbbing inside the heart;. Watch when fate – points up a finger. Love is like an ocean wild. Despair itself is worn and mild. I most...
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What will it take? | THOTPURGE
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What will it take? January 7, 2017. How much of you am I, my country. How much of me are you,. Let’s begin here, as I hold you,. While you don’t even know my name,. While I stand in this ticket line, far away,. In the travelling froth of backpackers and high heeled shoes,. Waiting to see another palace, another castle,. The last euros clutched in my hand,. The dust of five thousand years in my back pocket;. By the Avon, past the Dolomites,. In the back streets of strange capitals,. On the Nile embankment,.
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The Foreverness of Yesterday | THOTPURGE
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The Foreverness of Yesterday. December 26, 2016. Time is not a vector in a hurry,. Piercing the far horizon,. Stepping through self-destructing moments,. Each one a start, renewed,. A perpetuity of beginnings;. See, the trail of its skirt. Is snagged on a primal nail,. What does it care of the blurry ephemera. Of what might never come,. Of where it might never reach,. In its bag, as parchment. Folded into origami swans,. Is the foreverness of yesterday,. The forgiveness of the unformed curlicue,. My favo...
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Visions – writehandedwords
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Reflections on family, special needs, writing and faith. Disability Supports of the Great Plains is sponsoring a showing of photography by Noah Becker. Pieces will be for sale. From a young age, Noah has been highly motivated by both marshmallows and technology. He is 100% self-taught in all forms of iPad photography. He edits, filters, crops, and captures all of his photos on his own. He is also an avid youtube fan. Below are a few of his pieces that will be up for sale. 3 thoughts on “ Visions. You are...
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A silent boy | Björn Rudbergs writings
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Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side. January 9, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). Moon is perched outside. Painting playground with silver. Silent are the toys. Today we have Jane guest-hosting for haibun monday at dVerse. The theme is to tell a childhood memory, and that brought me back to old photo albums. Join us when we open at 9 PM CET. On Lucifer’s slipstream. Dandelion eyes →. 34 responses to “ A silent boy. January 9, 2017 at 03:07. Very sweet picture, I really love it. Ah that ...
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Pup . . . . . . | noh where
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A pleasure →. January 14, 2015. It is the day. Still I see him. I miss your bark. I miss your breath. I miss your play. For it is all. This poem is linked. To Poetry United’s Mid Week Motif’s Birthday Poems. This entry was tagged birthdays. A pleasure →. 16 thoughts on “ Pup . . . . . . January 14, 2015 at 3:26 pm. I totally had Sherry more and more in mind as I read your poem! And the cadence is carressing. Beautiful. January 14, 2015 at 5:22 pm. January 14, 2015 at 6:11 pm. January 14, 2015 at 6:18 pm.
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Express Yourself (2) | wolf shadow photography | fine art animal photography
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2017 Belgian Sheepdog Calendars. Print and delivery information. Nature & Wildlife. This is the second part of a trilogy of posts that focus on facial and bodily expressions of dogs and cats – I have included some of WolfCub’s friends this time. If you missed the first post you can find it here. The images mainly focus on dogs and cats at play in everyday life. Do any of the images bring to mind the antics of your dogs or cats? Do you have a favourite image? Please share your thoughts with me. September ...
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Mindful Writing Challenge January 2013 | Metaphors and Smiles
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Where words find footing…. Sun Spilled Secrets an e-chapbook. Tank(a)ing Through Thirty an e-chapbook. Interviews and a Challenge. Usual Disclaimer And Some. Mindful Writing Challenge January 2014. What’s the word? Mindful Writing Challenge January 2013. Mindful Writing Challenge January 2013. Writing Our Way Home’s River of Stones. This is the home of all my little stones. I will post my stones daily to my blog and to the WOWH blog. Or the Facebook space: small stones: Writing Our Way Home. Power and ac...
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On Lucifer’s slipstream | Björn Rudbergs writings
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Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side. On Lucifer’s slipstream. January 7, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). X-rayed by your razor eyes,. Bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled,. Curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled. I feel you, come and hang with me. OK touch me. rainbow me, you got me gal. Sweet sweat, I’m dirty I’m your ugly guy. Deaf to gravity, lead me, dance me catlike. Grievous angel, there’s a prize. I’m your angel, come with me and follow.
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Dandelion eyes | Björn Rudbergs writings
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Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side. January 9, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). High on saccharin, placebo sugar-rushed. She’s dancing close to paper-. Cold from ink-washed stares. Her hands are skies and kites,. For crows on naked boughs. Bloodstreams: oily rivers (parasitic veins). Sucking life from townships out of tune. Hopscotch backyards, sins and tousled fringes. Glued to skin,. She’s the princess of dandelion eyes,. Broken glass and velvet. She was old the day she left the womb.
