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the transition between sound and silence contains the sounds of silence
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A thousand ships through the dark nights sail,
to mysterious lands and adventurous trails.
With a thirst for life, I cannot rest,
when one is finished, there comes another quest.
I travel many paths into the unknown,
with each path completed, I know I’ve grown.
Though dangers lurk at most every turn,
I sense I’m protected; I have no concern.
I try new things all the time,
I’ve never seen a mountain I’d not try to climb.
Life is for living so bring it on,
I’ve never been broken except for a bone.
I’ll keep on a traveling across the seven seas,
Enjoying the adventure, and the ocean’s breeze.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2025
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I saw a butterfly in the sky
from a memory a tear came to my eye
through transcendence it had arrived
it wasn’t in any way contrived
our oneness with loved ones passed will always last
the truth is no longer masked we are one the die is cast
life is good when understood through the Light
nothing can hide from it not even night
I love the life we share in this incarnation
I’m grateful to have been born in this nation
hear my voice it’s freedom of voice that has peeked our imagination
allowing the further development of this manifestation
and yes in this time of our greatest despair
they’re people everywhere that are courageous and still care
the hating must stop we need a correction
our hope lies in moving in a new direction
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Many believe there are angels among us.
Where do these angels come from?
Are they manifest from among us?
If so, how does it happen?
A being in the physical state
seeks the source of its being.
It looks within its current form
for the essence of its being.
Determining that that essence is Spirit in form,
it decides to align itself with the Spirit.
When it is aligned with the Spirit,
there is an enlightenment that reveals the miracle.
By opening its heart and inviting the Spirit within
to flow or live through it.
The person is given power to perform miracles
with the Spirit and become angelic.
These individual or those that we
Commonly refer to as the angels among us.
They’re ordinary spirits that have allowed
The Spirit to love unconditionally through them.
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I
will be
creating
a nonet poem
the reverse format
will be my example
in forty-five syllables
this line will have eight syllables
and the final line, nine syllables.
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See my love in the waves of the seas.
Hear my love in rustling leaves in the breeze.
Feel my love in my soft caressing touch.
Share with me a gentle light kiss, not too much.
Like the love shown by a cooing dove,
Through these fleeting moments, sense my love.
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When winter comes it’s very cold
You’re always near for me to hold
In the summer when it’s hot
Your iced sweet tea sure hits the spot
Then fall arrives with blowing leaves
Hand in hand walking in the breeze
Spring brings beauty and hope in life
Just like you my soulmate and wife
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Like the strokes of an artist’s brush
Painting a self-portrait of my life
The colors are people, events, and experiences
Each stroke flows into the next creating the picture
A step back is needed at times
To observe the full scope of life
To include the essence of my being
Expressing all aspects as one
Without the help of the master creator
I cannot finish this work completely
Knowing not how I will fully evolve
In faith I place my brush into His hand
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What gave me away?
Was it my sway?
Or my long limber limbs
Like glasses with broken rims?
Oh sure, wind has its way with me,
But broken or uprooted, I’ll never be.
Neither short, not tall, could be my description.
My strength and elasticity, a better depiction.
Cry me a river is your first hint,
And for a second; I’m easily bent.
Not a flower, or a bush, but green if you please.
In a botanical listing, I’m found under trees.
What I am, I will proudly bellow.
I’m known to most as a weeping willow.
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fertile ground was found
the soil a rich deep dark brown
the seeds were welcome
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