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Hardboiled women, has your solid heart never been cracked.
Your golden soul still intact.
Allow life’s experience to peel away your shell, before we expire.
Let the yolk of your soul be the enriching ingredient in the journey of your life.
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2014
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Normally civil amongst ourselves.
Knowing the alternative benefits no one.
Accepting of other people and willing to try and understand them.
This, the glue that binds us.
Grateful for the peace we enjoy.
Remembering it came with a price.
Aware we are generally decent people.
An ideal the world aspires to.
Oh, this is our spirit.
Marsee/ Merci/ Thank you Canada!
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2015
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Plastic rainbow of my own hot air.
Blowing into it all my frustrations.
Give it a strike to show it whose boss.
How quickly I’m mesmerized as I watch it spin.
Leaves me smiling for no apparent reason.
Takes me back to when cares were none.
Any game ready at hand with one.
Puts me in a cheerful mood just spending some time.
Like my own inanimate pet.
Ah, the beach ball. Still one of life’s simple secret escapes.
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2015
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The world was meant to have choice.
It is said, variety is the spice of life.
This may be why we have a color spectrum?
This may be why there is a multitude of musical notes, giving us the ability to choose how we want our song to sound?
When we attempt to remove choice, the outcome usually ends in vain.
It would be as if to remove one of our senses, which too, was given in multiple. To see. To smell. To taste, and so on.
This variety enriches our experiences.
This too, then, may be why we have many religions?
Giving us the chance to express our spiritual differences.
No one religion will ever be the only choice.
When we've tried to enforce this in history, it has always ended in failure.
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2016
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be Happy
lAugh
loVe
share a jokE
spend time with Friends
hUg
eNtertain
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2016
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As a child, life was much black and white.
Distinct lines of assuredness.
As the age has passed, the lines have been cracking.
Too many holes in the walls.
What was right, now has many exceptions.
What was wrong, now seems to have many supporters.
It truly has become a mass of grey.
Are we living through chaos? The storm before the calm?
Are we in the midst of humanity's decline or reckoning?
Is a new species to take the worlds center stage?
Is it just the birth of a new human paradigm for the ages to come?
Too extreme? Perhaps.
But the constant accounts of a world in pain, leave one to pause for a moment of reflection.
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2016
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Frivolous action,
begets random outcomes.
Heartache and despair ensue.
Reasoned action,
entails planned results.
Success ensues.
Heed your actions.
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2015
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The birds chirp.
The sounds of a bird symphony.
In moments of quiet, their sound is that of angels for the animal world.
In moments of angst, it’s the sound of a noisy rhythmic annoyance.
The birds chirp.
It’s their discussion of goings on, past happenings, future plans.
Perhaps it’s their way of payback, balancing our noisy chatter for theirs.
The birds chirp.
If you listen closely, it seems you could almost understand them.
They may be telling us the future winning numbers.
They may just be laughing at us.
Either way, to me, their sound is like listening to a baby’s cry for its mother. Or a dog calling for its owner.
It’s an expression of connection to the recipient.
Listen to….the birds chirp.
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2015
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Hey everyone, look at me! Wait....they are. Coool!
Look at Tom. I think he's starting to bald a little. Poor guy.
Oh my! I haven't cleaned in awhile. That's alot of dust on that shelf.
Better hurry to catch my elevator. Whoa! Why's that door so low?
Hold my hand dear. Sorry. Hope that's not tiring your arm at this height.
Damn! This car seats tight. Are we growing midgets around here?
Oh, sorry ma'am. Am I blocking your light to read that? My bad.
All this excitement for an extra 3/4's of a foot.
Huh! Who would'o thunk it?
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2016
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The world is a stream of veneers.
Pierce through them and witness its truths.
Some alarming, some inspiring.
Often afraid of their realizations.
Can we bear it?
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2015
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