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In the silence of the day: Guest Book
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In the silence of the day. Prose, poetry and photography of a gypsy seabird. Thank You for stopping by my blog! Please sign my guest book. By commenting in the comment box below. You can also write me a message on. Or on twitter ( @isabelmbush. Grab my badge for your blog too, if you like. Thank You for your support! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Kelly Kilmer Artist and Instructor. Zika Virus Ministry of Health Singapore — Ned Hamson’s Second Line View of the News. Week 35 - 2016 in Photographs. Sunday Mor...
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April 2013 ~ Jingle Poetry @ Washington State
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Jingle Poetry @ Washington State. A Place For Poets Who Share and Encourage. Meet the Poet (Wed). Poem of The Week (Sat). Tuesday, April 30, 2013. Peaceful Prayers by Jude Shelan Ogunade. Wojin Schmidt Brownback Via Saint Montgomery. Let there be peace in the world. Let us all see peace and not war. Let us all have peace in the world. Let all our statesmen know no violence,. Let all love peace with warm vehemence,. Let all be clothed with passionate patience,. Let all respect peace with real reverence.
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In the silence of the day: About
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In the silence of the day. Prose, poetry and photography of a gypsy seabird. Look deep, deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. I take pictures to remind me of the humor, of the beauty, of the people, and special moments I see in this life. With each click, another moment is saved. In this blog, I share with you the moments I have captured in nature, in my travels, and daily life. I also share photography that inspires me. Hope you enjoy them. Thank you for visiting my blog.
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Ode to Pacific | My Blog
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Just another WordPress.com site. PERFECT POET AWARD →. May 4, 2011. Are you aware of your scope and sway,. That the moon controls your destiny? High tide, low, or waning,. She sets the limit of your boundary. For centuries man continued to aspire,. To ride your waves to unknown shores. Times you spew him like dragon’s fire,. Others you cradle him like a babe. Poets forever speak of your beauty,. Sonnets formed for you alone. Romances blossom along your side,. To be washed away before the dawn. May 7, 201...
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Reflections of....: The Single Red Brick
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A journey filled with many familiar paths and some not yet taken. all leading to the ever-changing destinations just waiting to be discovered. Thursday, June 16, 2011. The Single Red Brick. Over at Theme Thursday. This week, they are offering up the following picture prompt. to inspire writer's to keep the muse sparked, sharing in the joy of writing. Brick" as posted at Theme Thursday. June 17, 2011 at 1:59 AM. June 17, 2011 at 8:03 AM. I would hope my attitude is exactly as your Brick Wall. Wonderfu...
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Reflections of....: May 2011
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A journey filled with many familiar paths and some not yet taken. all leading to the ever-changing destinations just waiting to be discovered. Wednesday, May 25, 2011. What Be These Whispers. What be these whispers of the night,. For where they come to offer fright,. In your eyes a tortuous sight. What is beyond the darkness comes,. To treat the day like wayward bums,. Melodic notes and painful hums. Whispers rise beyond play like screams,. Written memories, dreadful memes,. Links to this post. Sweet dre...
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Power To The Poet: She Hears Him
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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. He scurries across the floor,. And through any nook or cranny,. Disappears into the walls,. Then she awakens to an empty crib -. The house settling,. She hears him crying. Haunting and lonely. Beautiful. Esteban R. Arellano. Thank u very much. Esteban R. Arellano. The world goes round and round. Esteban R. Arellano. But I can hold everyone elses . Much love and peace.
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