Life Prose Poetry Poems

Life is not about me and you. It is about love. What happens to love when spouses turn against each other. When brother turns his...

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I feel like a child in an adult skin, 
Living with dreams from the beginning
One era has come abd gone leaving
Hope stranded on the lawn,...

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As i bask in her glory, her sunlight reigns,
Her smile i cherish,  her love still remains.
A spark ignites every room with your grace, ...

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Everything we experience in life
shows in our poetry -- both shallow
and deep – weeds and blossoms~
words come forth oscillating bitter/sweet 
harvest, from, hopefully, an honest...

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I don't remember exactly,
but I know... in February
wanting to be March...

In the morning the wind blew,
as if announcing the fact,
a strong sun shone
as on a...

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A Mystery of Love

Who can understand. Why would a person
sacrifice himself in such a way. Spat on,
slapped, falsely accused, deprived of sleep,
given no food, unquenched...

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From the time of Jesus' betrayal to the time of his death, there were several names mentioned--some several times. A few like mine were mentioned...

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When time springs forward, and light prolongs the day
When insects like bees, mosquitoes, and wasps, gallop
into Spring, armed with weapons to annoy and sting
When birds...

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When Christ was crucified on Calvary's Cross, there was felt a huge earthquake
Inside of the City of Jerusalem, the veil in the temple was ripped...

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We all have
miss what
We didn't go,

miss what
We didn't have,
And what we will be ...

Consolation remains
that we could
have been...

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They left  home nine months ago,
they didn't go to war... they went to outer space!

they kissed their loved ones, their family.
and went to the...

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Morning breaks like bullets raining on top of the roof
as the shadows of heavens covers their head, while they
stands still in the dark with pillows...

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The old music rumbles in the street
While the animals graze on the barren hill
The dust is swirling in the air
 and the dogs are running...

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The winter of our discontent is over,
the Merciful God of the oppressed
has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls;
and the blossoming essence of our...

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O Will you be ready when the last trumpet blows?
Could the USA's 47th President's second terms'
Of office be, in realty, the last trumpet to sound?
Before...

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