Daily Archive: November 4, 2020

One Nation Under God

Needed words today. Please read and enjoy. Angel Takes Flight We once were a nation under God The eagle stood for freedom The constitution stood for people What happened to the safety we… Continue reading

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The Color of Conception

Originally posted on by Shila Iris:
Falling into the burning radiations of the Sun I rejoice in a re-beginning My ancestors bequeath me the gift of remembering … hear me … ______ My…

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Yesterday We Dreamed

Originally posted on Ples Singsing – A PNG Writer's Blog:
04 NOVEMBER 2020 MICHAEL DOM It was not so long ago Hardly more than a lifetime or so When our nation was…

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We’re Each And All This Fallen

Originally posted on euphoria6lues:
And I am him whose horns grew inverted, that entangled our tales forever in an affair interwoven beyond paradisical orchards The blight that slithered pass omniscient’s stares and…

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T.S. Eliot verbal poem and some words.

“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my dear grandmother… Continue reading

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A Bukowski poem and a poem.

The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked. Reading poetry today… Continue reading

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“A gossamer sheet of glitter” #poem #poetry #verse

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A gossamer sheet of glitter diaphanous Covers the undulating waves Where sparkles From the myriad stars a’scintillating  Adorn the endless ripples And dance for joy on the tranquil oceanBeneath the lofty heavens A’glister in…

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Permalink

Originally posted on Midnight notes and sketches:
You fell in love with the flower, not the root. How am I supposed to feel for someone that hasn’t tried to get to know the…

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A Poem for Election Day

Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
Quequee Gorge, Vermont When I ran across this poem a couple of months ago, it reminded me of the intercessory prayer my dad would say during Sunday services…

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