Like fingers of heaven carving waterways, the currents of kinship bring salubrious life to the land.
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Through the strait pass of suffering—
The Martyrs—even—trod.
Their feet—upon Temptations—
Their faces—upon God—
A stately—shriven—Company—
Convulsion—playing round—
Harmless—as streaks of Meteor—
Upon a Planet's Bond—
Their faith—the everlasting troth—
Their Expectation—fair—
The Needle—to the North Degree—
Wades—so—thro' polar Air!
--Emily Dickinson
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In darkness, we discover the whispers of our own souls, and in the shadows, we find kinship with the unseen. Thus, in the depths of solitude, we realize that though alone, we are never truly without companionship.
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Convincing empty promises too soon delude.
from Thoughts on Inevitability by L. Milton Hankins
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"For not being who you were always meant to be is the grossest miscarriage of justice."
from a poem by L. Milton Hankins
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"Self-denial is the pathway to hell on this earth"
from a poem by L. Milton Hankins
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What does it matter what color our skins are,in the end we both will bleed red,and that blood will dry brown,so are we not equals then,why fight over something we can't help, instead why don't we revel in our differences, and make this world a better place,after all we all must share this world.
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Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to Kill a Mockkngbird.
Maudie Atkinson
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ATTENTION: PLEASE STOP STARING!
No I am Not Drunk or under the influence of
Drugs.
I have Parkinson disease.
My Notice to the public.
Get educated before you judge me..
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I write most of my poems free verse, or random thoughts I put together into crafting a poem. most of my poems are upbeat, or happy, some are sad. a few will make you think. I've written a book of 200 poems.
e-mail me if you're interested. poetjwhopkins@gmail.com
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"Luck is a way not trusting God"
Kenneth R, Jenkins
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