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Silences, Silenced was a thought that somehow came to be me writing this without my knowledge of ever writing it until the ending. Weird huh? Yeah, how do you think I feel after writing this and then waking up to consciousness?
My cat, Mischief, was just the coolest cat you’d ever want to meet! We become comfortable with each other, our relationship, and our living quarters. So full of vim and vigor, so robust, playful he was. I'll sure miss, my Lil' Buddy, for sure. Sheesh, Mischief, was a beastly black cat, that weighed, twenty-five lbs! Come on…
This poem was written for my cat in dedication of his life that he lost the battle. He had a stroke and I couldn’t let him suffer. All though, I wanted answers and left him overnight at the vets. Following day, July 1st, Mischief Lotus passed away, he’s free.
The author here has captured the four things’ he considers the essences of life. So eloquently written by the poet and what I believe in humanity to be. We live the case sadly anymore in these present times but still captures this poem so eloquently.
I wrote this piece the other day, and who knows, it may just replace the original one day? I love to bless people, but for awhile there, I kind of stood back and waited. I watched for a bit and I already knew outcome. But, some people just don’t or aren’t people of blessings. Anyhow, come on in, read it with your own eyes.
This is something different from the normal I usually write. But, it's me, I believe, and sometimes, you just got to do what you need to do. You need to listen with your heart; your ears will deceive you. Learning to see with your heart gives you abilities you never thought you had seen with your heart. That brings a whole new perspective to "Life's Lessons, Life's Hacks."
Here is an acrostic poem I’ve written for my name. I didn’t think it turned out bad; in fact, I think it came out awesome. It’s my first, so please be gentle if commenting on it. Haha. I hope you enjoy what you read.
Nothing like a writing exercise is turning into this poem, and I have the opportunity to present it to you, the reader.
I wrote this because I still deal with self-conviction, and forgive me to release myself from this conviction. Well, 22 years is a long time, and I will not die in this conviction; I can't. I love our Lord far too much just to let God go.
I had been thinking actually about this, how I could write this poetically this morning. So, have several avenues or genre I could go by or down. But, I had chosen prose, because it close to just everyday speaking. This isn’t a intense style poem, it’s a simplistically speaking write. Come, click the link and let’s get started.
Here's a poem was written about when I pass away. It's for my children, but it is also friends and ones who knew me. Leaving a legacy behind is working on setting up the things you have, to do. Come on over, and read the poem. Have a great evening people.
Dedicated, to a woman that has inspired me, she just really has no clue, one truly rare person hardly to be found in life. Once in a lifetime deals, no I was Blessed 4 times, my very best of all time friends,I have 40 + years, 2 of them, and Angie Murray about 16-18 yrs now. But, this belongs to Angela Murray. And, I did say 4, the first was my wife, Shannon. It should read 5 including my mother.
After things went wrong early in my life. I learned to enjoy those little insignificant things. Like them flowers my wife and I held hands with. The natural smells of the forest or woods. The kisses from the morning doves and their cooing. When the warmer days or spring days are here, watching the flowers unfold themselves from their transitioning existence. Little Things Don't Over Look
Changes that are made in our society, begins within ourselves. To look at my fellow brother, in the struggles that he faces. It is that I truly pray for him, for his blessings. I wish nothing less than, good health and prosperity, for my friends, family, even the enemy. The enemy doesn't like anything good. Not when he wants to take another person's life. But these words in this poem, are just as real as the ones that you’re reading with your eye
I have a buddy in Canada now but was from the states here. Wolfe Grey and I met online at the poker tables. A group of us used to meet there every day. We all became such good friends over the years. We held this event in Las Vegas every year since we all met online. We had a host down there, Popatop and Pumkin. For a week, her, Pumkins', neighbors did not like them.
