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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Lines I Like
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Here is a collection of quotes and lines that grab my attention. The joy of the small makes life large. Faith is in the gaze of a soul. Hurry always empties a soul. Thanks is what builds trust. Trust is the bridge from yesterday to tomorrow, built with planks of thanks. Anything less than gratitude and trust is practical atheism. All beauty is only reflection.it is the glimpse of His face to which I bow down. Sometimes we can only find o...
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Before Tomorrow is Today...
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Thursday, May 14, 2015. Before Tomorrow is Today. I'm re-posting the quote that Cyndy in Montana posted this morning. Find out where she found it and how it inspired her here. Perhaps when you have slipped from me. To that Yon echo-laden trove. Then you might be the memory. For which I pine with homesick love. Therefore I cannot stand too long. To stare at what once was, because. Then I might miss this moment-song. 169; Janet Martin.
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: I Love You Too
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Tuesday, December 17, 2013. I Love You Too. When you speak them to me. No other words will do. So I reply; those four best words. 8220;I love you too”. Three words are wonderful. But I tremble at four words;. 8220;I love you too”. We cannot speak these four words. Out of the blue. But they fit perfectly after three;. 8216;I love you’. 8220;I love you too”. 169; Janet Martin. Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts. The country ...
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: An Unexpected Host...
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Saturday, May 16, 2015. Forever is an unexpected Host. Future to past a subtle interchange. Before and ever-after juxtaposed. Like speeding north and south-bound phantom trains. One weighted with Unknown’s eternity. The other with what nevermore can be. And we, it seems straddle the middle track. Caught twixt looking ahead and looking back. Slow down, whoa now, you hasting Thing of need. Where rare and priceless diamond-farthings bleed.
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Life's Salad Bowl
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Friday, August 7, 2015. When you’ve got fixin’s for a salad. Bitty kiss and cuddle, darlin’. Little sip o’ wine. Splash o’ laughter, dash o’ tear. Hint o’ things to come, my dear. Tug o‘ heart and cup o’ cheer. Begs the soul to dine. When you got fixin’s for a salad. Bitty heartache, hope and hunger. Sifting through love’s hand. Pinch o’ prudence, second chance. A whole heart full o’ romance. Invites life’s taste buds to dance. Break up ...
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: How Swift and Smooth The Song
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Tuesday, May 12, 2015. How Swift and Smooth The Song. I keenly felt the friendship of farewell even as I dearly held fond moments on Mother's Day morning.But,with change come lovely new firsts; I didn't cook this year. Rob and Emily. FB'd a very special card. How swift and smooth the notes of life and love weave into song. It drifts upon the vesper where blue shadows scrawl upon. Time waiting like a stanza still unwritten while it pens.
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: God's Poetry
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. God's poetry needs no words. It is life's greatest luxury to be rich enough to enjoy nature's beauty. May 17, 2014 at 10:05 PM. Indeed these scenery photos are very beautiful, you must have woke up early in the morning catch the sun rises beam. They are so calm and peace to look at. Toronto life never experience such views. Toronto Harbour Front has so many tall condos now wont be able to capture scenes as yours. May 17, 2014 at 11:03 PM.
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: While Worth
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Monday, May 11, 2015. Oh, in the coming-going of appointments here on earth. We might lose sight sometimes, of what our While is really worth. To love, forgive, to hope and live each moment to its full. Is more than dust-to-dust as we pray, trust and push and pull. This strange affair of daily care mingled with mercy’s joy. Can distract us with common fuss of love and loss alloy. And then it might be easy to forget just what we hold.
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Thought-scape Shaper
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Monday, May 11, 2015. This new day through Time’s gold-grey-blue. Will not escape our Keepers view. Its high and low and in-between. Shapes the thought-scape with what has been. The morrow and the yesterday. Align the time we call today. Today is all we ever have. Wherein life’s constant care we brave. But we are not alone, oh no. Life’s in-between and high and low. As time bleeds out its sundry ways. Never escapes our Keeper’s gaze.
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Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Unravelled Ink
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Another Porch .A Poetry Blog. Life is poetry waiting to be written. Saturday, May 16, 2015. I let this poem unravel at free will, sort of like my thoughts when no one is around;-). This poem had no particular destiny. I enjoy those, never knowing where ink will take me or how far. The first line I typed was 'where merchandise of tick and tock'. that didn't feel like the springboard I was looking for so I walked outside where the sun was trying to tickle away the early morning mist. To hold another drip.
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