tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58900052024-09-02T04:31:13.328-04:00random thoughts falling from the opening in my brain that was made by the whip of life...ProsePowerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226261131184355098noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890005.post-30962580132967892632023-05-29T16:31:00.000-04:002023-05-29T16:31:02.802-04:00

The heart of the heart of the heart is a still small flame It's a magnet, from whence love came It draws all people unto it it burns bright; it cannot be spent

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The Call of the Firefly The sun meets the sky Ghost owls ancient lullaby Lure the firefly

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Rendezvous *a three line poem with a syllable count of 1-3-1 Meet Be descreet Pete

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Do you love yourself? Do you look in the mirror and smile Do you hold your head up Kick back once in a while Do you check the key to your heart Is it in a safe place? Open it up sometimes Inspect the contents, just in case Don’t run away from yourself! Your sweetness is earth’s embrace Cause when you take time to love you first Everything else will interlace Beauty in, beauty out Don’t

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No Need to be Nervous Will they like it? Will they criticize it? What if I’m not good enough? I KNOW the nervousness about putting your work out publicly. But think of it this way: if it's something you KNOW how to do, something you've done for a long time, something you have a deep conviction of doing, then there is no need to be nervous. A wise person once said to me, "You're not nervous to

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The 5th Anniversary of Hurricane KatrinaIt's hard to believe it's been 5 years since Hurricane Katrina! That was a sad sad shameful day in US history! I saw on tv that things are coming along but no where near back to normal. God Bless New Oleans and the whole area that was devistated by Hurrican Katrina. I had already wrote a poem entitled The Great Outpour back in 2004 and later dedicated it

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Sun Flower Sunflower of our hunter gathering life embrace us. Grow our crops without strife Your blessings through the gateway done will continue to multiply for generations to come. © 2018 Mari

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Night’s silvery mystery Shall never languish For today in history She is distinguished She is sublime Like a half dollar up close An anti-typical rhyme To her, I make a toast © 2011 Mari

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One day in the park I looked up and saw a feather floating, meandering to earth. I thought to myself I will catch this feather, it will be mine. Just when I nearly had it in my grasp, a strong gust of wind from the north blew it out of my reach. I thought to myself I will catch this feather, it will be mine. I outran the wind. Just when I almost had it in my grasp, a park bench sprung up in

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The truth, the way and the light all run along the same path.Whether people want to acknowledge it or not, there is evil and darkness.And the only way it can be conquered is with love.

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I believe God put different races, nationalities, cultures, etc on this earth to enrich it and for us to learn from and to appreciate one other. It is man who has turned the pureness of something enlightening into an evil conquest of superiority in which to commit genocide and to enslave people. What's probably sickening to God is that over the centuries, they did a lot of this in His name.

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A beautiful gem was found by the Princess Purple and blue, it must be priceless But when she had it appraised She came out quite dazed Precious, it was not What she got was fee free and lifeless Sheer bliss turned to horror Our lil Princess explorer must now obliterate the crowd who cheer her, elated and proud She shouted loudly and not so regal "T'was not a gem but a scarab beetle!" ©2014

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4:00 wallow in self pity 4:30 stare into the abyss 5:00 solve world hunger...tell no one 5:30 Jazzercise 6:30 dinner with me...I can't cancel that again 7:00 wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear? ~ ‪The Grinch‬

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Is the American Dream attainable? Yes the American dream is attainable in my opinion.Now it all depends on what YOUR view of the American Dream is, how hard you are willing to work to attain it and what you are willing to do to attain it."Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness." ~Napoleon HillThe key word is dream. A lot of us have a dream

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Once there was a sad sad clown Moving in and about our little town No one knew from whence he came Or even what was his name The children liked him, he made them smile He entertained them for quite a while On Saturdays, on Sundays, even on Wednesday night He was a class act, always polite One day, he didn't show up for a scheduled event People were mad for the money they spent They stomped,

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an obtuse purpose life's conductor do not cower in the branches of the cypress early missteps of a moccasined soul no one to extol No last minute preps everyone must exit goods bought at the grocer by the old grandmother the parrot, the owlet the plain figure from birth to death vacuum's breath Eternal pending pasture © 2001 by Mari

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Tears, despair yet love, peace --not fair In front of red curtains, you were alive No matter how I calculate It was yesterday but they tell me it was 5 You slipped away. This is the 5th year But to me it’s not been that long I hear your sweet voice in my ear And when I play your song You tuck me into bed at night As I lay my head upon your chest Sweet dreams fill my head’s voided space In you I

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This time was no different. Daddy always brought me home a present from his trip to America. This time it was a bird. I named him Redhead. He looked around and sang a little bird tune. It was nice. But I preferred hearing my favorite song, Buffalo Moon, and played it every night before drifting off to sleep. I fed Redhead seeds and berries. I even taught him how to eat right out of my hand.

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Doing something to get love back in return is not necessarily wrong It's human nature as so eloquently sung in that beautiful song Nobody wants to feel hate when they do something for someone That feels like walking down a lonely road devoid of the sun For there are millions humans out there who have not mastered the way that to get love, you have to give love each and every day That makes

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Compassion of the Ordinary kind is not Myopic in thought Perhaps it is A wandering light Sought by those whose Soul needs love's embrace © 2014 by Mari

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Hello my love How are you today? Hello my love Can I help in any way? To ease the pain of lost time To show you how that love divine Will conquer all the thorns you feel And help your soul and spirit to heal Embrace life and play in its garden And as you heart loosens, not to harden Ever again, I say from above You CAN enjoy happiness, my precious love Copyright © 2000 by Mari

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Oh wise and beautiful tree What wondrous sights you have seen I wish I could tap into your knowledge Your eagle eye of the world Your prophetic embrace would comfort me and expand my understanding of a world gone wrong at times Oh wise and beautiful tree When did we go astray I see where the blue meets the blue When the sun cracks through and all God’s beauty extends from sea to shining sea

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I saw the sadness in your eyes Is this the part where the hero dies? I miss you Is there something that you want to tell me? What is the other part of the story? I love you Tell me the lessons to be learned Is there any one stone left unturned? Our love runs deep; I knew from the start But now we must live our lives far apart How can you find your true love after he's gone? It's

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Dancing in the moonlight bathed in its beauty only we can hear the music of its celestial glow The freedom of the moonlight perpetrates instant feelings of a euphoric tantric sensual release Moonlight snaps, groans howls and trembles a visual party of the senses only chanted from a higher plane Moonlight laughter heard by the indigenous milieu goosebumps cold chills bliss all felt at the

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Check out this dream from the other day In the middle of a wheat field sitting in a sleigh Exotic birds lifted it straight into the air All I could think of was to say the Lord's Prayer A penguin who was there said, “How much you got? Cause a ride like this almost can’t be bought!” But when the parrot said, "The wages of sin is death!" I screamed and jumped out holding my breath

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