Let’s Make A Memory
Another Memory … With each new day that passes – let’s make a memory. Let’s make the good times last
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Another Memory … With each new day that passes – let’s make a memory. Let’s make the good times last
Read moreInept perhaps the swagger of self-confidence, a beat up visage of insecurity rendered, reaching out to find acceptance, in a
Read moreToo many years have passed without the soul taking stock, as eloquent words so gently mock the fray, the languid
Read moreThe Undead Poets Society Forevermore: This a tribute to poets of all ages, sexes, races and color, “Poetry is not
Read moreThe Fae abide nature’s will, their purpose to help nurture and instill a loving care in every aspect of life
Read moreReflection of Myself … Is only a reflection of myself and my stubborn pride that looks back at me
Read moreThe sin I carry is innate, those deviations that are created by free will, selfish ploys of shallow gain, actions
Read moreThe Huntsman … Tight and swift, the path of the arrow, Riving the night rift, with wrath and marrow The
Read morePalatable though an opportunity seems, often schemes are riddled with iniquitous deeds, and those purporting gain, are simply there for
Read moreI find myself wondering in pensive gaze, about tribulations that gave me such pain, and is it the nature of
Read moreLust In a time of peace Whispers of absolute power Corrupting the mind Distorting the truth Outrage Believing without
Read moreEach day, a kaleidoscope, coloured reflections of facets in perception, and we so rarely see what’s there in entirety, just
Read moreAlways Believe in Love … Have you ever counted the stars above? Have you ever considered how many ways
Read moreClearly the past is on the downwind side of vision, and looking back is just a reflection, so why are
Read moreEthereal lights dance upon the ceiling, perhaps branches swaying in street lights play, their shadows reflecting; yet shadows don’t glow,
Read moreTogether we, minds akin, lives woven far less than sin, to imbue the joy of being, of seeing life for
Read moreVeiled minds wander aimlessly on earthy ground, without a purpose, beyond the self, and never shall they discover their folly,
Read moreRelentless the ache, the cake and eat it too misnomer, when deliveries are few and far between, the panoramic view
Read moreThe minds sways like a rope bridge over an abyss, and each altercation, each obstacle gives rise to unsteady feet
Read moreA bullfrog rasps his guttural voice, and it echoes deep into the forest like a moonlight sonata, his monotonic
Read moreOld man Bill, Ever since I was a boy, there was an old
Read moreHallowed the paths of the righteous, devout in kindness, aspired of discipline, and who against all odds, choose to remain
Read moreThe forest yearns, each tear the straddled creeks meandering between the ferns and palms, and weeping vines clinging tight to
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