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Poem – Wanderlusting put on hold

Amigos collect in groups and greet with shyness, Hugs and cheek kisses have gone way by us, Wanderlusting put on hold, To take the step would be too bold. Across a network comments creep and…

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THANK YOU.

Simply put, it means so much, Say it slowly, with a whisper, gentle gratitude, soft on a cloud swimming gracefully by. Given not taken, expecting nothing on your breath. There has been a reason I…

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the dream of life

I took myself back to the dream of life, stretched far, its fingers waving in the wind, loose and without direction. I have miles to tread. Un-perturbed this journey beckons. I took myself back to…

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I am not creative.

HARRY KILLBUCK (From ,Notes from the Edge, Copyright.@LaurenStaton) Creativity is energy hard to confine. When this happens and there is no positive outlet, it becomes corrupt. Creativity will manifest itself in other ways. Starting with…

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imagine

Here in my imaginative place, i hear birds bleating good wishes, friends share dishes, smiling of others good fortune. here we believe in ourselves and of others, caring mothers, and fathers at ease. religion or…

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Poem

Spiderfly Poets from under the tree Sitting together all were there, draped in shadows from acacia branches. Africa is where they meet, where the afternoon sun wraps its comforting rays around all who ask their…

On the rocks

There are rocks in my river, dry and pitted, waiting for rain like old grandmothers waiting for the changing of seasons. Wiping their hands on faded aprons after peeling apples, bagging them and putting them…

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