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An old man walks in green fields and wonders where time has gone. It went so quickly he hardly noticed. So come and sit with him and see his life many years ago
A man comes home to find his wife has left him. He waits for her to get in touch but she dosn't so he waits and he waits. Then he goes out to find her.
A group of London yobs go camping with the scouts. They are from a different background, a world away from today and the short holiday under canvas was a life remembered event. A special time that still lives with us today.
Walking down my old road the terraced houses are just rubble but once a long time ago it was a community. I looked for some of the old ghosts, the shadows that made the past the past.
The Explosion of Advertising on Webpages so that this isn't an article bordered by Ads, these are Ads interrupted by an article.
Many people write poetry online, myself included, however people soon learn that writing poetry does not pay well. If you were promised high earnings for poetry, please realize it may not be the case.
Poetry is many things, very personal yet universal. To me, poetry does not give us answers, but poses varied, and deliciously profound questions.
I was awakened this morning and given the title to my prose which is the only scribed portion. I was told to write and I did. These are my words alone. - Uthrania Seila Sentana-Ries
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for...
Clarity of consciousness, sounds, quietness of space come together in colours of varied hue. The emergence of the Christ Consciousness in the form this time of Jesus the Christ who goes into the pits of hell to bring back to the Light all the souls who have been imprisoned by the dar...
This is a humorous poetic tale written to regale you for the day and for the entire day long. Please enjoy it.
“With you, I am the wolf and the sheep-
With you I am a lion and it’s ness..
Feral lives inside me formed of
Cats and rats, wild and untamed
Predator and prey.”
She shimmers and the colors swirl about her..
a journey through the minds of soul mates.. finding each other half way across the world.. the journey's were perfect... the inspiration priceless!
Sometimes life is about just surviving by putting one foot in front of the other. Always we will face a darkness within, behind or around us and the ability to persevere is so common all around us that we never realize the immense power we have within to not just survive, to thrive. T...
‘ Because my liege, at your moment of greatest triumph, when the gods themselves looked down on you and smiled, I wasn’t there.
Here are a few more of my poems that I would like to share! I hope you will enjoy reading them!
This is a very long poem story full of twists and turns that make you gasp and breathe really hard. It is being excerpted here. It is likely to see full bodied publication soon.
This poem was written as a comment on the sometimes unhealthy preoccupation that some people have with a person's physical appearance...when people care more about looks than getting to know the person inside! I'm sure that anyone who has been on the dating scene in recent years has ...
Here are several more poems! I hope you will enjoy them...and as always, your comments are welcome!
For this page, I would like to share a few more of my poems!
