Daily Archive: December 11, 2018

‘He remembered love’

He remembered love   Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading

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quasi-philosophical scribble

Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
“Billie Holiday” by Banksy quasi-philosophical scribble … whispers echo, stumbling, crawling, caught in sandstorms, trudging across deserts, strewn with famished hearts, staying afloat, somehow, ceaselessly bashed by merciless…

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Refrain for peace

Originally posted on e-Paper Poetry of Vinx:
Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines… Killing one another; I can’t take it no more. I am a soloist,…

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Glorious red

(Thank you Tumblr) Glorious red Lace and cotton dreams, is you, my love. I love the fire in your heart, the softness of your voice. You make my dreams, glorious red and perfection.… Continue reading

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You are my Spring time

You are my Spring time   Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading

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No regrets

Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
an end that came too soon full stop on a sentence beginnings a storied introduction mix of joy and pain knowledge found in a glance soul an open…

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