Chronicling Poems - Poems about Chronicling

...When it comes to creating they story of our life…. chronicling the adventures that have stretched out before us… may we be blessed never to have allowed anyone… to do the writing for us.......

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...What fills your goals, son? I told you! Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling] yesterday, if not today... If I may interrupt to process mindful resilience for a bit... ......

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...Doomsday Clock minute hand... hovers over 100 seconds to midnight as of January 2022, which apocalyptic prognostication established by the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists maintained since 19......

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...It’s the study of our past, the entirety of events that made us who we’ve come to be… but I’ve come to think we made a mistake by calling it ‘History’. History is not only the good…but the bad ......

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...(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots) We may not be deemed apostolic recorders But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of Our life’s sojourn in the sh......

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...Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend of my late father corresponded with me some years back) wrote (by hand nonetheless, a long lost art) inlaid with ambidext......

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...Where does one find humour? Everywhere one looks... at least I do Others may not see it like me But maybe I'm just built differently I was blessed with an oversized giggle gene It's cert......

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...Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia Abramsohn write (by hand nonetheless, a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous zealousness impossible to identify, which hand crafted artistically colorful e......

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...Fresh home from therapy, and resonate with zeal tush air cerebral cogs a turn'n analogous to and pinion wheel hence attempt made to bare soul, sans thru poetry re: veal ling av......

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...Once upon a stranger A girl A well intentioned woman With open and adorned soul Askance behind silvered eyes and sighs, Revealing her concealed seraphic smiles In an unending sequence. Yielde......

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...These poems I've been chronicling Are for my children's sake If I die tomorrow I want them to have the skills to watch out for false love That through my journey of healing from the sociopath ......

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...From depths of magnified sleep, we'd exchange pleasantries; elated temples inspired love romantically; Creating colors no other has experienced instrumentally. We cast amid p......

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...Where does one find humour? Everywhere one looks... at least I do Others may not see it like me But maybe I'm just built differently I was blessed with an oversized giggle gene ......

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...Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths, The dates were all times and seasons and there were little graves for little babies, Daisies mark children's resti......

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...Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths, The dates were all times and seasons and there were little graves for little babies, Daisies mark children's resti......

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