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Some would say that our hearts and the blood that flows through it, would be so red that it was almost black. Feeling it beat inside and...

New leaves. Breaking out in big numbers, to catch the sky. Springing out from the limbs, but hanging on tightly until fall. The days...

Wash the Monday from my back, and leave me there to soak In that rapturous bath of Fridays preparation, and Saturdays wonderment. Your...

Sometimes the best Is when we feel we might have it; The touch of it is great enough to make you wonder, And then you do. Ralph Peck...

Let me walk out to the morning, In this day so hampered by clouds, And find the mouse and cat playing in the barn, The one, a ducking in...

You’ve Been Gone There falls a feeling of being lost, When one is lost without the pieces When there are few, no, fewer than few Who...

Squint your eyes just a little bit, Just a little more, Yes, there you can see it, One of the cute ones, Not just a barn with hay and...

Sitting alone on this porch , feeling the sound of every bird that must live in this sky, and find a landing place in each one of these...

Watch the water as the wind pushes it into the shore, little laps and licks of the bank, bustling over rocks that have moved less than...

Carry me not into this new temptation, of finding the easy way, Or the easy way out as it should have been termed, I seek not to be...

Red petals growing into gold, Gold petals growing into red, In a Mason Jar, cut short, Bring water up through their stems, And feed the...

The poet rang his soul quite through. The awful blenders crank, Twisting down, around, that spine, Leaving the lines all blank. Fear not!...

One-hundred and thirty years have passed, Leaving this door in dis-repair, with the passing of the loved ones, as they come in, then come...

Just before the dawn of morning, when sleep is at its peak. When time is at a standstill, and the breath of the new day is just around...

The comfort of the summer days has passed, While with more clothes and stiffer shoes, One can stand the evening sun, That is a whisper of...

Through all your time on earth you meet individuals . Perhaps, you will never think of a lot of them again. Fewer still, you’ll reflect...

There was A man who Peered through His glasses And saw The Light Around him Grow, and grow And it all became Larger, and soon he Felt his...

Does it mean the world If there is no love, no feelings there, If there can be no love, but only the guide where one is for the other,...

Be strong. Be one who is not afraid of anything. There are things so beautiful, just waiting to make their mark in your life. This is...

The essence of the reality of the abstract of time, is that it is impossible to waste it, in anyway, before it can be lived. Tomorrow,...