Feelings are something we all have Whether we try to avoid or ignore They make us who we truly are Without feelings, we can’t be sure. Dreams give us a chance to get away To look for what might yet … Continue reading
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Have you ever been walking down the street You hear a sound that makes you stand still Like a voice from the past calling your name Remembering departed ones, always will.
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Not a poem, but a random thought that rattled in my brain. I was browsing through friend’s blogs and came across a story that gave me a moment to reflect. It included a story of a well-endowed woman who loosened … Continue reading
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You slip slowly into my sheets Little did I think you’d be there But I awaken feeling your touch The scent of freshly washed hair. Tender kisses as we come together Too long have we waited for this Skin on … Continue reading
Is it that we are more thoughtful As we grow older and days remember Or can it be we think of mortality Of ones past, present, maybe future. It isn’t that I dream away my days I’ve had so many … Continue reading
It seems my mind is wandering Waking, I have more words to say So if you will indulge me a little Let me sit and ramble, if I may.
OK, so I have to admit I have never tried to write and personify anything non-human. I hope you will check out Kellie’s blog to see what others post and her past posts for lots of great writing: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/04/25/fwf-free-write-friday-personification/ I … Continue reading
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If you were able to take a trip to the brain Would you like to see if synapse do snap Would you walk down their memory path Look through past images, smile and clap. I guess the question is, if … Continue reading
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When you close your eyes, what do you see Life is full of dreamers and their dreams Too often we get distracted from our own But always they are with us or so it seems.
It started small Not even noticeable at first Maybe this fabric Is not blessed, but cursed. It has been plain cotton Now it is Egyptian prime Why think of it as cursed It has committed no crime. Yet it seems … Continue reading
Gray Poet 