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“She knows everything about everyone. That's why her hair is so big. It's full of secrets.” ~ Quote from ‘Mean Girls’ (2004) Secrets in the locks of love she knew everything true, well, sort of, as true as any gossip could bring. Plastic rollers, as useless as her friends, curled from her lips in hateful sprout and spewed vile comments from her...

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What is a father? One might ask. He is a species that helps the female of that species to produce life of an offspring. And, after that, is supportive in the development of the offspring. This would be a formal definition. However, where the development of the offspring to the female becomes present, the supportive...

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Early Summer Hiku 23 r -i -p e -n -I -n –g cherries h a ...

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A tangle of moss in the new gray dawn— Palm fronds whisper hush, hush— Waves shiver on the sand. The sea sighs like a tired dreamer. Fiddler crabs scuttle sideways in the hush— Sideways like folks around here, Slipping sideways in the hush. Behind ragged shacks, I stand. Smoke curls like a question mark. A rooster crows a single note of gold. Somebody’s frying fish,...

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A lovely button pops out in the summer sun pick her up and she will bring you luck Walks along the beach, a seashell spun by the silk of the ocean, a little red truck Coconut sensation a radio pinned upon the ear the sky is blue, the sea is foaming Snapshot...

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the now-continuum being our natural habitat disallows negativity wherein pristine presence transcends relativity...

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On a cool, breezy day, the type I find invigorating, my daily to-do list beckoned me to get started with my household duties--but these would be left waiting. That day, efforts at such mundanity would’ve been halfhearted. I dressed in an old frayed flannel shirt and jogging pants. Water, pen, and pad in hand, I started down a familiar...

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Sping is where it all begins Before the universe came on the scene Then shortly the summer appears And drive out all the fear The mornings were fresh and clean And clean air from far and near Floats gentle on the stream And the ingredients from the sun Soaked my flesh with its heavenly breath And the pipes of sorrow quickly fade away And...

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seem so sad to say she (he) slowly would pass away. was with God this day...

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There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention. But I have questions If time...

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Blue on blue a sandwich of the sky and sea clutching on jealously to the distant horizon. They both join hands, laugh, and emit their features, creatures and apparitions. Streaming towards you like they're on washing machine wringer rollers, one spinning out and up the other, spinning out and down, painting the scene blue on blue, silk-screened. Seagulls soar. Flying fish leap. Dolphins hobby-horse. Fishes flip, flop and swim. Clouds billow and wallow along. Waves rush...

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comforted by familiar patterns lethargy engulfs us like a disease how long will we choose to live in bondage when will we begin to flow like the breeze...

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As each day passes, I see the promise made by Christ being fulfilled, in a world where the tumultuous days of the end of history seem to be shortened for the sake of the chosen, for if He did not intervene, no one would remain unharmed by the decay of the empire of darkness spreading everywhere. Madness sets in,...

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had nice daily walk, after sunset prayers and food time for new poems then gazing at the neat sky, looking into history....

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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