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The Umbrella – Down the rabbit hole
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Down the rabbit hole. Thoughts from a 40 something. July 19, 2015. Is it raining again. Has the sun broken through. I know not which could be true. Under your shelter, always at the ready. Course uncertain, briskly we strode. The shelter I had grown used, you provided. There by my side. I just wanted to smell the flowers. Drenched, I didn’t become. Looking up, the Sun, the Sun. I didn’t mind the rain. Lost now, quite thoroughly. The shelter was welcome. The happy banter too. View all posts by Keavaa.
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The Coming Prophet | Life Is Medicine
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A compendium of healing information on all levels – environmental, personal, and social. June 21, 2015. The world is laboring under the weight of old civilizations, old Empires, and old religions. The Old Age presumptions were that war is a basic part of tribalism and tribalism is a basic part of human society. In an era of superstition, aggression, and impulse war was indeed a part of everyday and every year life. The 20. But is Francis a prophet? Laquo; We poets are absurd! Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Somewhere In The Nineties | Dreams, Midnight, Stars And Twilight
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Dreams, Midnight, Stars And Twilight. Words born at night, visions appearing in the sky;prose poetry, ponderings and words. Somewhere In The Nineties. June 18, 2015 in poetry. Somewhere in the Nineties. The architecture of dreams. Somewhere in the Nineties. It’s all just so much. Somewhere in the Nineties. Between novelty and dust. Somewhere in the Nineties. Somewhere in the Nineties. The stars still have their powers. Somewhere in the Nineties. From behind the curtain. A Record of Days. Ben Eastaugh and...
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The Dancing, Dying Lilies. A poem by iamnobird94 – iamnobird94
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About ‘iamnobird94’. The Dancing, Dying Lilies. A poem by iamnobird94. July 27, 2015. The dancing, dying Lilies. Into the darkness that engulfs the soul. One choice that could not comply. A tear stained pillow. Take me to the fields of lilies. Whereby I may mourn. Where hope is left to dwindle. And joy is no more. Thanks for reading my short poem! Posted in Creative writing. Brave, a poem by iamnobird94. It is not in the stars – a poem by iamnobird94 (Poem 1 in the poetry challenge! Liked by 1 person.
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The Dancing, Dying Lilies. A poem by iamnobird94 – iamnobird94
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About ‘iamnobird94’. The Dancing, Dying Lilies. A poem by iamnobird94. July 27, 2015. The dancing, dying Lilies. Into the darkness that engulfs the soul. One choice that could not comply. A tear stained pillow. Take me to the fields of lilies. Whereby I may mourn. Where hope is left to dwindle. And joy is no more. Thanks for reading my short poem! Posted in Creative writing. Brave, a poem by iamnobird94. It is not in the stars – a poem by iamnobird94 (Poem 1 in the poetry challenge! Liked by 1 person.
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To Trust, To Obey – snippetsandticklers
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Think of thoughts. Thought of thinks? Press the shutter. Photos utter! July 17, 2015. To Trust, To Obey. The Lord of Heaven’s Armies,. No strength on earth,. No mind so wise,. Nor weary heart,. Don’t dare question,. The firmness of his position,. The Word written,. In holy fear,. In daily steps,. One’s bound to falter,. More flexible than rubber. His mercy and grace,. Laid out in truth to stay. All He asks is:. 2 thoughts on “ To Trust, To Obey. July 27, 2015 at 6:58 pm. September 11, 2015 at 4:05 pm.
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Life Is Medicine
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A compendium of healing information on all levels – environmental, personal, and social. July 26, 2015. The pink light came crashing into the sky,. Like the sound of lightning a block away. Then turned to gold,. Red Sedona stone,. Then the Sun peeks over the Eastern ridge,. This prism of the sky. How can you say there is no God? Laquo; The Coming Prophet. The ending of this poem is beautiful, I love how it ties together every image. On July 26, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
