Time will Tell

Confab With Me

Shattered dreams
a restless soul
once a man of dreams
now void of hope
will he survive the tremulous time?
disentangled from the serpentine paths?
only time will tell

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Was harsh that year,
Ice covered all the ponds,
No birds could feed beneath the ice,
They died.
We thought that all was lost that year,
There wasn’t any hope………
A kingfisher

This bird
Survived despite
There being no fish to eat,
We wondered how it clung to life,
And sang.
And then
We saw it eating bread, it learnt
A new way of eating,
Hope lived again
That day

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Where Broken Hearts Go

Recovering My Mind: Poetry and Rock Music

I’ve had a broken foot
and a hernia that lasted untreated
I’ve fallen so hard I broke my glasses
Watched my mouth bleed
I’ve had headaches for weeks
Sleepless nights for months
And somehow they all fail to impact
The way a broken heart does
Maybe I was wrong for trying to love you
In the first place
And maybe I fell too soon for someone
Who was too quick to stand up
Maybe close friends is all we’ll ever be
But I wanted more
Maybe wrongly
That doesn’t discredit the pain
It can’t remove the doubt
And it won’t ever leave me
The hope of you wanting me
The way I want you

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Echoes In The Rain – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

If you listen closely
You can hear them
Whispering softly
The memories of days gone by
Rainy days and Mondays
While you listen to the rhythm
Of the falling rain
Echoes of songs you love
Raindrops falling like tears
Voices from the past
Speaking to you
Reminding you
That the sun will shine
After the rain
And rainbows
Will light your way

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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Siren Song – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Magnetic – Word of the Day


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Siren Song

I thought I heard an orchestra
playing sonatas in the wood
on the most perfect of days,
when the sun was still high,
and the rich smell of honey in the air.
Such a fecund aria followed
and mellowed through the trees,
a gentle siren song
drawing me onwards,
till I chanced on a clearing,
and there you were,
radiant, wistful,
music to my eyes,

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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When love comes calling


Whether it tiptoes quietly to make room in my heart

Or comes knocking, banging loud and clear

When love comes a calling

I know it in my bones!

The dichotomous feelings that flood my bursting with love heart

Have me smiling through tears

And tear up as I laugh

My sane, sensible self is served severance slip

Sent sulkingly to sit out silently

While the much in love diva takes centrestage

Pirouetting gracefully to unsung melodies

It is an exhilarating, exuberant and euphoric time

A time to daydream, a time to float on the clouds

Had I paid attention in school

I would have written paeans

about the chemistry we share

The hormones in flux

But I know it within the gap

between each of my heartbeat

It is much, much more than that

For our souls are truly connected

And that is how I know

When love it is!

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Quotations on Democracy

charles french words reading and writing

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“A great democracy has got to be progressive or it will soon cease to be great or a democracy.”

                                                        Theodore Roosevelt



“Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy , therefore, is education.”

                                                       Franklin Delano Roosevelt



“Elections belong to the people. It’s their decision. If they decide to turn their back on the fire and burn their behinds, then they will just have to sit on their blisters.”

                                                       Abraham Lincoln

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