Come read the wise and prophetic quote by Chief Sitting Bull!
“We have now to deal with another race… These people have made many rules that the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.”
Sitting Bull, Native American, Lakota chief
Come read Karen’s “Life Song”.
Life is a new song
with thoughts
like lyrics which flow
from the mind
Life is a lonely song
musician and singer
a one-man band
we play alone
Life is a sad song
of heartache and loss
the melody muted
drowned by tears
Life is an old song
a rhythmic tempo
inherent, set by
the beating heart
Life is a sweet song
harmonious ballad
telling of love
a uniting duet
Come read Andrew’s – My Song,
My song’s not an air, not a chant or a ditty
Not an: aria, canticle, ballad or hymn.
It’s simply these lines that keep running in my head,
Make me hum, tap my fingers, before long have to sing.
It’s nothing too grand, it might not make you cry.
Not a poem, not a hymn, not a psalm or lullaby
It doesn’t have great lyrics; it barely has a tune
But it’s a song to sing along to so just give it a try.
Songs can raise the spirits, songs can bring you down.
Here’s no rousing anthem, not much melody.
But once you start to sing it; it’ll carry you along
And your friends will all join in before too long.
And your friends will all join in before too long.
via Song
A response to the Daily Prompt
Come read the heartfelt poem – Sun Hands,
COME READ HEMINGWAY’S SADDEST AND SHORTEST NOVEL
If you were sitting at the round table having lunch with Ernest Hemingway and his friends and fellow writer’s, would you be willing to bet $10 that Hemingway couldn’t write a novel in six words? Continue reading
Come and read the conflicting ideas we struggle with – Deadbeats.
Come discover who you really want to be in – Life Is Limited, Live life unlimited
“Information is not knowledge.” ~Einstein
A few years ago I was lost. Frustrated. Scared. Unsure. Anxious. Trapped. Unfulfilled. Stuck in a dead-end job. Smothered by society’s expectations. Didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do with my life.
I cared for myself enough to change my life, but I didn’t have the slightest clue where to start. I spent my days wishing that things would change—that I could escape a life that my soul could no longer bear.
The worst part of all, I was living the life that society had always told me to live. “Find a secure job, work hard,” they would say. “Get a solid job and work your way up the ladder.”
I don’t know about you, but it turns out that for me, the “right thing to do” sucked the joy out of life.
Imagine feeling trapped in an unsatisfying existence. Wasting your precious time doing things that you really don’t want…
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As a “Hopeless Romantic” I wrote the script for the responder
to the question asked in “Of Love And Dust #2“
By Charles Robert Lindholm
If our hands touched
I could hear the secrets
your skin whispers to mine, Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
The feelings are raw
unrippened with age
not wanting to wait Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
A helium balloon
rising in the air
a fitting symbol
for a heartfelt prayer Continue reading
The Reluctant Poet 