Category Archives: Poetry

While Sitting Alone

The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses  offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why. – Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

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Peace That Covers All The Pain

  When you’ve cried countless tears, and nights are long When you fallen below bottom, your last ounce of hope is gone You are not forsaken, He has known your strife And promised with the dawning, joy to fill your life He gives peace, that covers all the pain He brings a calm, in the…

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This Quiet Passion

It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

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Saying No to Ignorance

I have this desire, on occasion, walking along a street, an avenue of opportunity. I see a figure, another human being, I imagine them to be accountable, so when they leave my presence, return to their world, the intimate part of life, their words, their actions, their beliefs, might continue the pursuit of happiness. I’m…

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In a Quiet Twilight

There’s been a lot of talk recently, about what it is, what we have, how the world seems to function, though we’re an anomaly to  the truth. – I came home tonight, yes, a sort of settling fashion, so often I’ve felt out of place, in a wonder, not knowing really, where home might ever…

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Dreams

It was inches away from her fingertips, yet she walked away. It was all she’d wanted to do since she was old enough to be asked, “What do you want to be when you’re older?” Her answer was always the same. She never wavered. She was the kid who wasn’t quite the social butterfly, but…

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