One's own pen~ wings, sails, puppy-dog tails, the poet a Pen Wagger....
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"The poetry of cancer lies not in the disease itself, but in the resilience of the human spirit it unveils. Amidst the shadows of struggle, every heartbeat writes a verse of courage, every breath composes a stanza of hope, transforming pain into a testament of survival and strength."
Don Iannone, Cancer caregiver, Cleveland Clinic, Cleveland, Ohio
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Birds, Moses, and drunken men have all been found whilst looking trough the bushes
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The winds of change may unsettle sails, yet they also carry the promise of new horizons waiting to be explored. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Justice prevails when all the highlighters highlights the mistakes and forgetfulness of her and all erasers are used up to erase the mistakes of him. the world accepts that form of justice and rejects all other forms which highlights the mistake of a him in a household.
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Every crazy woman deserves a man
who spoils them with princess treatment..
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Devils are more entertaining than angels.
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Max Burchett, a writer, singer and songwriter, crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, soul shaker and captivator, hoping that in verse and prose he prevails
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"A writer, singer and songwriter, a crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, a soul shaker and captivator, hoping in verse and prose he prevails" from the poem "The Poet" by Max Burchett
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When you find that you stepped back from ever chaotic crowd. When the anger sheds off and you gaze it all calmly... That's the first step. When you disengage with the wordly bonds and gather the courage to move on.... That's the second step. As we step up, the ladder unveils. Carry along determination, carry along the strength... The one who is calling is surely walking by your side.
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philsong 9
beautiful: raindrops hanging on the clothesline.
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philsong 7
The fragrance of all beings comes from breaking.
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Level up:
When one is able to understand the actions and calculations and the reasons behind... that's when true empathising steps in.... That's when we didn't forgive... Instead we understand and hold the hand tighter. Emotions are temporary, wisdom prevails through out!
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Hard work never fails. But smart work requires achieving any kind of dream.
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The trails of smoke and fire, follow the path of water and ice.
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Let angry words avenge your frustrations, the unfairness of society, and all other evils. Mention your trials and let others learn from your experience: into Hell, you trotted aimlessly without an escape and remained in its labyrinth.
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I am all for cremation. Love it (the idea of it all)...cremation it is! ashes released to a breeze (not interred into some cavity of a wall, like a nagging, painful, loose filling); ashes released into a breeze, balmy, or freezing full of life, that carries it into the nostrils and bodies of the gorgeously unsuspecting, eventually infecting their minds in ways they are totally unaware of, yet magic still remains.
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We should always learn from our surroundings by being observant and by being a good listener, but the plight is that we fail to learn and the only reason is our mental capacity which mostly fails to observe and always makes us feel that we are wisest.
Observing and listening is like meditation... If we practise, the experiences instead of becoming painful will leave us with a smile
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Without political bipartisanship all that is left is a choice between the lesser of two evils.
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Comfort zones are for people who don't want to grow. You don't have to choose a bed of nails over a mattress, but you could try acupuncture. Stepping out of your comfort zone doesn't have to be extreme.
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hatred derails reason
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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How can I withhold my soul so that it doesn’t touch yours?
How can I lift mine gently to higher things, alone?
Oh, I would gladly find something lost in the dark
in that inert space that fails to resonate until you vibrate.
There everything that moves us, draws us together like a bow
enticing two taut strings to sing together with a simultaneous voice.
Whose instrument are we becoming together?
Whose, the hands that excite us?
(Rainer Maria Rilke, translation Michael R. Burch)
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Through a maze of bullies, gossips and mean people, I have learnt to hold no hate in my heart for those who hurt me and set my sails toward my true north.
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“Fairies put back together every piece of shattered hearts whilst dreamers gently sleep. Upon the sorry souls they grant wishes, for many long lasting joyous friendships.”
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Removing statues doesn't heal racial hatred. It's the hatred that prevails and makes people act grudgingly towards them.
The sculptor who molded them believed in their worthiness.
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In order to spot a Republican in a room full of devils just look for the retractable horns.
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"Strive to aquire more than what's required, whilst you remain consistent and thrive under the cover of silence."
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"Whilst you're reading in an attempt to escape reality, I'm reading to make the most of it."
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By right we arm but by love, disarm. Now is the nation called to love. By gun control we challenge not your rights to arms but your heart to sacrifice that love entails. So give me not a reading of the law but tales of love's deeds in hearts and homes -- how racks have shed arms like autumn leaves and turned the land from red to gold.
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