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Balance
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When walking the tight rope. High above life’s slippery slope. The Wallendas would advise you. Neither lean to left nor right. Eyes ahead and footsteps light. To keep a bearing straight and true. Be ye not excess with wine. Lest ye fall amongst the swine,. The Bible warns, still true today. A taste of this, a dose of that. Not too thin and not too fat. Is the Buddhist’s Middle Way. Those consumed by holy missions. Trapped inside their tunnel visions. Can be such tiresome boys and girls.
Always Monday Here
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I remember Thursday nights. We’d turn that bar into a zoo. But that was just a warm up. For the Good Times Crew. Each weekend was a party. On bike or boat or skis. The wives knew all the birthdays. In all the families. When the jobs dried up. Everybody hit the road. All the snowmobiles sold. Now I get Christmas cards. They golf 12 months a year. And party by poolside. While it’s always Monday here. This place looks deserted. The snow from last night’s dusting. Can’t hide its bare bones. I never did mean.
Lost At Sea
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One spring I climbed a mountain. Or at least, I tried. By day I’m bold but night’s just cold. Lost on a mountainside. I might have heard a bear growl. I might never be found. Then a dry creek bed, it safely led. Back down to level ground. I wound up in the middle. Of a choppy lake. Swallowing drink I dared to think. It was the last chance I’d take. I couldn’t see which way to swim. I rolled the dice and started. The going was slow but the beach, it glowed. When the waves finally parted.
Modern Miracle Lullaby
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Once I was a child and couldn’t find sleep. Under troubled covers I thought of the tragic world outside. Someone came to soothe my worried blankets. Telling of great things to be done for my sake. But isn’t laughing part of crying? Isn’t living part of dying? Am I better off buying into a happiness that’s fake? Oh ye of little faith , she said. Dare to dream beyond your bed. Don’t leave a destiny unread that’s there for you to take. Don't you cry, don't you cry, child wipe your eyes dry. Wait until you s...
Could You Hum The Bars
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Could You Hum The Bars. Shall we dance a waltz. A simple round in thirds. Could you hum the bars. There’s no need for words. You showed me the steps. Let me lead with ease. We lost track of time. Now it's late so please. Would you take my hand. It’s dizzy looking down. At the pleasure and the pain. Between here and the ground. Shall we dream of goodnight. Kisses in our sleep. Dare we dream of promises. That we’ll have to keep. The day we close our eyes. And take the lover's leap?
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Ali Asghar Hussiens(as) six month baby. Death and The grave. Imam Ali (a.s) Ameer-Ul-Momineen. Praise of Ahlul Bayt(A.S). The Mahdi (May Allah hasten his appearance). The Meraj(When the Prophet(saww) went to the seven heav. Ya Fatemah(A.S) The beloved daughter of our Holy Prophe. Poetry Of Islam & Humanity. Woe Be unto me. 11 26th, 2012. Woe be Unto Me Hussain why do you have no kafan, woe be unto me. Why do you lay alone why is there is no head on your body. For me Hussain you have resurrected Makkah.
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2012-10-04 @ 20:51:42 Permalink. 2012-09-20 @ 15:21:38 Permalink. 2012-09-20 @ 14:39:00 Permalink. 2012-09-05 @ 17:02:36 Permalink. Om det inte blir bra i sommar så drar jag därifrån. 2012-05-30 @ 23:13:43 Permalink. 2012-02-20 @ 13:06:33 Permalink. Jag älskar mitt liv och jag är så tacksam för det! Jag ska njuta och jag önskar alla detsamma! 2012-01-28 @ 23:38:29 Permalink. Jag har varit ledig i tre (! Hela dagar och det har varit så skönt! 2011-11-13 @ 22:33:40 Permalink. Thank god I have my job.
Poetry of JK
There is a man here travelling in this train,. Who says when you ask him his name:. I am just a dreamer of dreams; I am just a writer of lines,. I am just a sailor of seas; I am just a taster of wines,. I am just a painter of pictures; I am just a bearer of signs,. I am just a prophet of rhymes; I am just a prophet of rhymes.’. Kindle/ebook (works on all devices like ipad, iphone etc in addition to Kindle).
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Maybe Nothing, Or a Lot. The Days Are Long. Red Roses, White Lies. Could You Hum The Bars. Lambs of November (2004). Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Poetry of K. William Spencer
Poetry of K. William Spencer. Wednesday, December 21, 2011. I gaze upon you. I see beauty unrivaled. Not mere physical beauty. For that beauty is here today. Beauty that is heart and soul. When in your presence. My heart knows you. Eyes laid upon you. It does not stop. For I find life with you. Your eyes speak of love and passion. You move with such grace. I can not remove my eyes. In warmth and love. 21 Dec. 2011. Posted by K. William Spencer. Links to this post. Wednesday, August 3, 2011. Am I an alien.
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Poetry of Life
Poems that I have written over the past few years. Saturday, April 25, 2015. Hello my friends hello. It is nice to see you today. When will we be ready to understand. That we cannot treat her that way. It is imperative that we learn right now. No more waiting for another day. If we give up and do nothing at all. Then we have given our rights away. We need to start treating her right. We need to give her a chance. What can you do for your mother. Consider the ramifications in advance. Links to this post.
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Poetry of Life
Saturday, August 7, 2010. Poetry of Life - Anthology. I encourage those perusing this blog to figure out their own interpretations of the following poems, whether or not they agree with me. I hope that the poems I have chosen will help open the door to my reader’s curiosity, and guide them towards finding their own path through the ever growing realm of poetry. The following sections are:. 2 Humor in poetry. 3 Love and Relationships. 4 The darker side of poetry. By James Whitcomb Riley. Be Not Too Hard.
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Krásne maličkosti - HOME. Kúty a kútiky, ktoré stoja za to. Naše dievčatko sa volá Mafinka. Jeoffrey má 4 mesiace a už je definitívne náš. Po krásnej dovolenke som sa mohla ešte tešiť. Čakala ma príjemná povinnosť, ísť si vyzdvihnúť naše princiatko a priviesť ho domov. Pani Hanka ma privítala so slovami, "Pozrite, kto vás tu čaká. Povedala som mu, že ide do nového domova a on už čaká." Oproti mi vyšiel Jeoffrey a za ním dvaja zvedaví súrodenci. Ale kde je Jeoffrey? Niekam zmizol. Kde je? Jeoffrey docesto...
