Day: October 29, 2018
one of those days
Quote of the Week
You don’t get better on the days when you feel like going. You get better on the days when you don’t want to go, but you go anyway. If you can overcome the negative energy coming from your tired body or unmotivated mind, you will grow and become better. It won’t be the best workout you have, you won’t accomplish as much as what you usually do when you actually feel good, but that doesn’t matter. Growth is a long term game, and the crappy days are more important.
-Georges St. Pierre
The happiness of…
Promote Yourself Monday- October 29, 2018
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Quote of the week
On This Date ~ #Poetry #encore
Come wish our friend, Dorinda, a Happy Birthday!!!
With each flickering flame, my years unfold
Tapering down, leaving days of untold
Dripping memories, of past events
Happier times, still I’m not quite content
Candelabra in hand, a welcoming light
The fire, still burning, with no end in sight
Celebrating the day, reaching for more
Wondering what this life has in store
As closer to Halloween, comes the time
Knowing I still haven’t yet reached my prime
So, I’ll blow out the candles, let the wax seal my fate
On this day in October, 2018, twenty-eight
In case you haven’t figured it out, today is my birthday. I originally posted this two years ago and have amended it to reflect this years date. I’m off for the day! See you tomorrow ❤
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Sweet Hell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Mephistophelian – Word of the Day
Photo: pexels.com
Sweet Hell
I catch my breath,
though everyone else seems oblivious
that the air is acrid,
the night charged
swirling and dangerous.
I pray you won’t notice me,
and I would make some other pact
to sell my soul, because
if you look up,
I am gone, done for, bedevilled,
And if you smile that deliciously wicked smile
of promise I could never resist,
I’ll have no escape,
and the kind of sweet hell I dream of,
ache for,
will possess me once again.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Dance. Smile…
“A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.”
“A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.”
Stanley Kunitz, poet
The Reluctant Poet 