Ever notice how time flies continually through our life. Some with unending joy others with grief and strife. Only by experiencing the highs and then the lows. Will we be able to cherish the good and let the others go. So before all slips away…
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour 12: Steel, As You Probably Know
I am made of steel made of nails and invincible. Keep going. Stop and I will find as you probably know I am an alloy based in iron Prone to rust and decay I don’t want to be reminded
the end
we shared, we accomplished our mission. we exhaled, we scoped out the competition. with a reward in my hand, a popped bottle of champagne. chewing on my old thoughts, my future, and some romaine.
The Revolt Poet – One Last Dance
One. Last. Chance. One last push, one last call to arms. One last proclamation, one last shaman’s charm, One last demand, For one last fight. For one lasting change. For one, for all, with all our might, With one passion, so intense, it seems deranged,…
Hector
(Words to be used – “Thus, then, did, they, celebrate, the, funeral, of, Hector, tamer, of, horses”) They did celebrate the life of Hector And made a funeral pyre. Achilles came against him. Both vowed only one would be left. Achilles’ rage would be unslaked…
Ghostly
Haunt me! If that’s the only way to feel you around me, then I guess I’ll have to learn to sage myself with good intention; not allowing you to stay while unprotected. Sweet surrender for eternity! Haunt me, never leave me lonely; even when you…
Hour 12: Last Sentence of a Book Prompt Poem
Free to LEARN by Peter Gray’s last line; “And then we will witness a full renewal of children’s capacities for self-control and desire to learn, and an end to the epidemic of anxiety, depression and feelings of helplessness that plague so many youth today.” ______________________________________…
The Universe Is Made Of…
Things Everyone Knows: Roses are Red And Violets are Blue Little Girls are Made of Sugar and Spice And Everything-Nice Little Boys are Made of Frogs-and-Snails And Puppy-Dog-Tails The Little Dog Laughed to See Such a Sport And The Dish Ran Away with The Spoon…
12 – My Experience Experiencing Your Experience is Not the Way
The way to get out of my own way is to start every statement with, “You..” “You look terrified…!” “You must be enraged…!” “You have been through too much…!””You whatever you are in that moment…” Not even, “I acknowledge You…” or “I see or…
Ideal Day
Ideal Day Walking by the lake one early morning I heard the sirens call All precious things that the world can have But the most precious of them all Promised to be mine in the end Was the auctioning of one ideal day Where I…