Tag: musings
group name: genuinewriting
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October 15, 2007 11:40 AM EDT --
Anoher Lonely Night
I lay alone asking question,
Then turn on the bedside light,
Trying to pen my thoughts,
In the twilight hours of night,
The reality of my questions,
In words I struggle to convey, . . .
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December 16, 2007 07:58 PM EST --
Snow Swept Memories
In my wake I leave footprints as I venture,
I feel at ease when there is no else around,
White butterflies drift by amid the silence,
Descending visions of childhood to . . .
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October 15, 2007 07:24 PM EDT --
Another Autumn
Another Autumn has begun,
I watch a lonely leaf in fall,
My mind rides it to my youth,
And I stand only three feet tall,
Vivid images appear,
Within the echoes of my mind,
And the . . .
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December 20, 2007 08:00 AM EST --
The Sorcerer's Bird
Glistening eyes peer upon us,
Deep within oaks aged embrace,
Sits the sorcerer's lonely bird,
Noble wisdoms paint his face,
Beyond eyes of the sleeping,
As the . . .
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December 12, 2007 09:42 PM EST --
She Plays Violins
She sounds the violins upon my heart,
And summons emotions held within,
Then the feelings journey onwards,
Concealed beneath this skin,
My face belies my mood,
But . . .
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November 02, 2007 06:59 AM EDT --
Cloud Nine
The cotton clouds on blue skies,
Embrace my wayward mind,
Gazing at the heavens,
Sat wondering on cloud nine,
I drifted here in daydream,
Through the window into yonder,
Leaving . . .
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December 03, 2007 08:45 AM EST --
Talk
The talks about concrete where once there was trees,
As a polythene bag sails high on the breeze,
The world goes but my minds standing still,
Watching our destruction in the bleak autumns . . .
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November 12, 2007 10:16 PM EST --
The Prophecy of Oak
In the presence of daisies,
And bluebells in the field,
You stand noble,
Ever mighty,
With the wisdom that you yield,
In your bough you hold . . .
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November 05, 2007 11:54 AM EST --
You
My hope and aspirations,
Seem much nearer within you,
Your smile,
Your words of love,
Lift me up when I feel blue,
My time on earth,
My soul,
Lays cradled in your embrace,
My soul . . .
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October 16, 2007 08:40 PM EDT --
The Bench
I make passing observations,
Upon a wooden bench I rest,
Eating my lunchtime sandwich,
Brushing bread crumbs of my chest,
All about me strangers,
Just faces without names,
People in a hurry, . . .
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