Yes, When I get where I belong. Within her warm, loving, tender arms. I will shed many, many tears. To release both pain and joy. Yes, For I've been waiting many years. For her to enter my life. I have her still within my heart. This truth I simply can't hide. Yes, I've given away … Continue reading Yes, Love. Without it we’re not whole: John Oross
Category: Kaleidoscope
Clear Skies: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth, with Love When rain and snow falls Tears versus celebration and blessing Love in the face of clouds Peace that serves the skin That reaches to the soul Effecting our hope in life that walks For journey that has no ending The soul of glory and life To … Continue reading Clear Skies: James Adamson
Deliberation: Henry Peters
I crawled into an abyss of dread and beheld the horror of its ugly head expecting, then believing it would teach me the invaluable lessons I needed to learn about honesty and truth from the darker side of life in the underground. I swear it's true! I saw Nietzsche there standing upside-down and when I … Continue reading Deliberation: Henry Peters
Sartre stood at Snowdon: Spencer Elliot Carr
Pseudo-breeze swept up his strawberry sneer, High-tension line quivering in philharmonic glee, Mind soaking hypertonic sound, Shattering five-dollar shoes, Siphoning silent shoestring thoughts, 22-cents a pound. Long answer see-through sheets of milky fog, Sustained breath shining succulent and nitrogen bathed, Seething softly in somnolent flight, Osmotic diffusion, It slithers away. Susceptible, shaking and quarter-full, Awaiting … Continue reading Sartre stood at Snowdon: Spencer Elliot Carr
Magic: Cassandra Kulay
The air is damp and clear, the storms are never too severe, mud and dirt are everywhere, waiting to give birth to plants and flowers, bunnies run rampant, the outdoors works its magic on my soul, I feel so free, everything looks good to me, the renewal of life comes so easily, to the earth … Continue reading Magic: Cassandra Kulay
Replete: C. Fay Shlanda
When I remind myself there’s nothing lacking in who I’ve become Perfection is not what I mean There are those moments in my life that I can still think of and cringe Plus the ones that can’t be unseen Naming those positive things that reside in the here and the now And believing the future’s … Continue reading Replete: C. Fay Shlanda
Butterfly: Betty Carmichael
To be free just like a butterfly! Oh how I would like to fly higher than a kite! No matter what the weather, wind, rain, Snow, sleet. Up up away in the sky. Tumbling, swirling and flying up and down, from the sky to the ground. The wind is my helper. I depend on it … Continue reading Butterfly: Betty Carmichael
Tears: Betty Carmichael
Why people can call others down when they are not perfect themselves. They should be able to notice this important mistake on their own judgement. But most times they have to end up being told. Often this mistake of theirs can cut deep. I mean it really can hurt. Tears run just like a faucet … Continue reading Tears: Betty Carmichael
Feelings: Betty Carmichael
Dedicated to George I have these feelings deep inside of me. I try to explain, but you just do not see. When I tell you something, you say maybe you lie. But before I’d lie to you, I’d rather die. One night we had a hassle and you got mad. But you do not seem … Continue reading Feelings: Betty Carmichael
The Workers: Kevin Grummet
They are coming I bolted the door And swallowed the key My heart continued to hammer Beat Beat Beat They push and pull me Toward the combustion furnace My hands blistered I shovelled the coal The blood in my veins flowed Boil Boil Boil I drove to my sterile job I sat at my desk … Continue reading The Workers: Kevin Grummet
