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A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
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On a cold winter day, aroma gives notice Grandma's baking gingerbread made with molasses and overflowing love, while children laugh and play with snowman in the yard, until their mom calls them in to trim the Christmas tree and savor scrumptious meal. Once again, we enjoy the magic of family gathered 'round the hearth. Mistletoe and moonlight stoke romantic embers to keep the family growing. |
In the laboratory of life, I have come to the edge of my wits, overlooking the end of the world as we know it. My ancient ways now cause me strife, and computer programs give me fits-- so many topics now unfurled for the poet. |
Good morning, Darling! How are you today? I eagerly await receipt of your most intimate thoughts, impressions, fantasies, doodles, giggles, fears, and tears. Please do not forget that I am always here to comfort and support. Have no doubt. Your deepest secrets are safe with me. 47 words |
![]() ![]() "Ruby Throats" - a painting by Sage Vaughn The battles rage with helicopters all around, as troops engage in bloody combat on the ground. In time of war, an island of serenity distracts from gore, preserving our humanity. 8 lines |
The dandelions make me gay. Their yellow blossoms brighten day among the cow pies on display in farmer's plot. They serve emotional buffet when gut's in knot. Some people label them a weed, but I afford such rot no heed, because the Man Upstairs decreed there is no skew. Equality is guaranteed within His view. Notes ▼ |
Grandpa Pete looked to sky and wondered when the rain would come. For years, he fought this dusty regimen as mission's drum kept driving him to work the arid field. In fervent prayer, to God he appealed for some relief in his belief the land could bring a worthy yield. Last year, he finally gave up his stance and passed away, concluding perennial spirit dance he had each day with dilapidated barn, its roof caved in. The rotting walls remain through thick and thin for all to see in memory of Grandpa and his steadfast grin. Notes ▼ |
Welcome to my world! I am the gateway through which authors, poets, journalists must pass to connect with their audience. Their sensuous touch stimulates my keys to record their precious thoughts for posterity. My # symbol can link gnarly internet memes and bawdy jokes with millions of like-minded fanatics. The grand & joins two lovers in tender embrace, while the rest of us go chasing $ around the globe. Before long, the entire alphabet from "a" to "z" is joining in the party on the cloud. 86 words |
Dark clouds bestow a manna flow on fields below to save the day. The crops accept the promise kept when Heaven wept on full display. Notes on the Rhupunt form of poetry ▼ |