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Cool paws
Armor
Bugs worked out
With God’s help, I think I have all the bugs worked out. Allow me to explain. I have always been jealous of people who knew from the time they could express the concept, what they wanted to be when they grew up. A few years ago, I started a blog. What better way to shareContinue reading “Bugs worked out”
Where the wind blows
Flap, flap, flap, pushed and pulled like a flag on it’s pole. ~ Blow, blow, blow, around, down and back like a plastic bag you go. ~ Up, up, up, where is the feather carried on a breeze? ~ Down, down, down, roots planted by a seed in a far away ground. ~ Cover, cover,Continue reading “Where the wind blows”
Burning paper
Burning paper breaks apart, sending glowing flakes into the air pushed by the heat of the fire caught on a gentle breeze ~ Burning paper floating here floating there with a glowing heart, softly into the night ~ Burning paper glowing spark transfixed eyes on that spot floating softly ~ Burning paper down you comeContinue reading “Burning paper”
Dreams
Dreams come and dreams go. Full of depth and sorrow. ~ Dreams come and dreams grow. Full of scary thoughts left to flow. ~ Dreams come and dreams seep. Into every corner of the deep. ~ Dreams come and dreams meander. Showing perhaps too much candor. ~ Dreams come and dreams steal, hours from ourContinue reading “Dreams “
Mortally
Mortally, I walk this fragile Earth. Mortally, I face the biting air. Mortally, the elements break away my resolve. Mortally, I lean on an understanding greater than mine. Mortally , I dare to love, hope, dream, believe. Mortally, I climb to see the mountain top. Mortally, I face the dark unknown. Mortally, I seek myContinue reading “Mortally “
God, Chico and Me
I think it’s safe to post this poem on my blog since it’s been over a year and I haven’t heard back from the contest I submitted it to. Then, I read that the parent company of Redbox is filing for bankruptcy. Which just happens to be the same company that publishes the Chicken SoupContinue reading “God, Chico and Me”
Round things – some
Never good at sports. This is my story to report. Round balls. Textured balls. Big balls. Little balls. ‘Eye roll’ why? ~ Try the discus throw. You have upper body strength galore. A constant reminder of how I got that upper body strength, no thanks. What about track? Discus throw or nothing, thanks for theContinue reading “Round things – some”
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