Sometimes the heart must ache
So the soul can find its way
Like The Rose
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The Vibrant Life Poem
489
Oh my frenzied mind,
Let go calmly, deliberately, thoughtfully
Of cares beyond thy sphere.
Center the immediate moment;
Relish the color & taste of today…
I Wore Lipstick Under My Mask
414
My mouth can’t help but curve upward even in hiding.
Hope skips counterpoint to each heartbeat at every encounter.
Crow’s feet crinkle in greeting every chance they get.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth
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I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils…
P’s & Q’s
430
Sing when you’re happy, Smile when you’re sad, Remember to be thankful, Hold your breath when you’re mad. Laugh if it’s Funny, Understand when its not, Cry with the low…
The Ink Is Flowing
326
The Ink is flowing,Lamplight is glowing,Specters dance in my head.Waiting for that creative spark,To pull life out of the dark,And express what needs to be said.For when the voice shakes,And…
The Lonely Ache
383
The lonely ache is here again
It likes to strike in the wee AM
Ghosts of loved ones haunt my mind
Some living, some dead, all removed by time
The deep ache hurts but pain tinges sweet
With memories renewed in each heart beat.
A pang of longing for special guests.
Who now only remain in my lonely breast.
It’s a paradox to have a heart so full
Yet also empty with this pain so dull.
And I wait once more for the sun to rise.
To renew my soul and dry my eyes.
After All We Can Do By Robbie Pierce
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do not lose faith; there is reason to hope:
Just climb up your ladder; he’ll throw down his rope.
Merry Christmas 2020
411
Tis the season once again, To reflect on what our year has been, In every year there are ups and downs, But we didn’t expect that this time around, A…
The Face in the Mirror
628
It was pretty unclear, that face in the mirror, no matter how the glass sparkled.
The image outside might be easily defined, but inside murky depths cast a haze.
So because of the fear, I avoided the mirror. I saw nothing to reflect at or marvel.
Beauty it seemed, was just not for me. In my portrait I saw nothing worth praise.