Monthly Archives: August 2016

White Roses

Satin petals Pure as angels gowns Fresh from bloom Open shyly Reign majestically Atop willowy stems Seducing the eye Inviting the touch Fragrant notes Subtle bouquet Tease the mind Permeate our soul Delight our senses Celebrate the rose     … Continue reading

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The Silent Cry

I sense without hearing Observe but do not see Vibrations on my heart Receive the silent cry It echoes on my soul Wrapped as in a dream Reality denied Believe the silent cry Soon it will depart Yet the essence … Continue reading

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It’s The Little Things

Since it seems to be important that everything has a label anymore, I have a question.  How do you define old?  When you look at something or someone, what drives your decision to label it or them “old”.  I guess … Continue reading

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Yesterdays People

  Their days are very much the same Like soldiers marching to the drum The cadence of the ticking clock Marking time as each day passes  They wrap themselves in memories Replayed like notes of a well known song Steps … Continue reading

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The Wind

The fickle wind Tickles the trees Caresses golden fields Tousles my hair Kisses my cheek Embraces me briefly And runs away

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