Tag: Poetry
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To My Singular Child
In the soft hush of evening’s gentle glow,A quiet truth emerges, soft and slow.You, my child, feel the tug of being different,A world apart, yet filled with intent. Oh, precious soul, it’s not sadness but a gift,This sense of difference, this unique shift.For where the mundane meets its silent stay,True wonders lie where curiosity finds…
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Love’s Twilight Farewell
In love’s garden, where secrets bloomed of yore,Now stands a barren landscape, love’s fire no more.For years, we waltzed through passion’s grand ballet,Yet time has shown our love to fade and fray. Circumstances held us captive, chains of iron grip,Our once radiant love now in shadows slip.Unspoken truths and veiled emotions tore us apart,As we…
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Reflections on Relationship
Love relationships are part of our lives, occasionally they rip us apart inside. I find writing helps in those situations. The world was against usWe did not stand a chanceThe virus disrupted our plansOur hearts were doomed by circumstance Time was against usLives that were on opposite ends of the clockDreams and hopes never to…
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My Digital Friend
Though we have never metWe know each otherThrough the endless void we’ve talkedDigital manifestations of feelings sharedWe’ve laughed, we cried, we experienceOur true selves revealedAs only cyberspace can showWe are friendsAnd even if we never meetI feel I know you I wrote this in 2004 for a very dear friend who went by the name…
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The Gates
Standing watch at the gatesthe night sky cold in its darkening.Too many this time of yearmy soul cries for lost light. In the distance a flame dancesrequiem for those lost.Pity for those foundcold steel rests in my hand. Time is fleeting the night wandersstars gleaming casts no light.Hope is lost among the weepingstanding watch at…
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My Personal Life…
The Gates Standing watch at the gates. The night sky cold in its darkening. Too many this time of year. My soul cries for lost light. In the distance a flame dances. Requiem for those lost. Pity for those found. Cold steel rests in my hand. Time is fleeting the night wanders.Stars gleaming casts no…
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Pondering heaven through Brooke
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat’ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear.
