By Charles Robert Lindholm
I Took A Walk
On Christmas Morning
In A Wonderful Cooling Mist
With Plenty Of Time
To Count My Blessings Continue reading
Day: December 25, 2018
Merry Christmas!
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Winter
Winter fest on snow-capped hills
Villages bedecked with baubles shine
Trees aglow with fairies topped
Children wait for Santa’s sleigh
To hear the bells on Christmas Day
Sending love and cheer to one and all
Who visit us throughout the year
From Anita and Jaye…
Daily Haiku – Sun. December 23, 2018 – Poetry For Healing
Love is around us Let it envelop your heart And heal your sadness
Source: Daily Haiku – Sun. December 23, 2018 – Poetry For Healing
Family
Today’s Word of the Day is Family.
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Lucid Being
The True Meaning of Christmas (as told by Linus Van Pelt)
Don’t Miss Dorinda’s post – THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS AS TOLD BY LINUS VAN PELT – Here is the YouTube.com link – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOofCTbv96s
I have made this a yearly posting on my blog, for I feel it is worth sharing again and again. This really is the true meaning of Christmas ❤
May the glory and joy of Christmas bring you peace throughout the coming days. Merry Christmas, my friends, and Happy Holidays to all who celebrate the cultures that make this country so beautiful.
With Peace & Love,
Dorinda
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Brave Song
In this melody deep inside of me, I will tell you high over the sea. I had to keep walking on this path. I have to be strong. I won’t be afraid of anything. Now, I will show you.
Someday, you may feel alone and all that you have are your memories. Everybody you love will always be there. Stand up for yourself. Never shed a tear.
In this melody deep inside of me, I’m at a place where I see myself. I now know that I am not alone. With all of you, I’m strong. As the wind blows through my hair, the future seems brighter.
I will not ever forget you. My memories will stand strong. I’ll always have those days in the past. When you are feeling sad, I will hold your hand.
The light in our eyes will shine on. We’ll raise our hands as we…
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Winter’s Veil- Michael Erickson
Paint me white with frosted snow,
Crunching free beneath my toes.
Hide the world in a downy glow,
Wrap me in wonder to forget my woes.
Glistening veils that seem to grow,
As I stand watching this world from below.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the linkhere. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ clickhere.
Naked
The Fine Art of Aging
Another great post from Charmed Chaos!!!
Some days these fingers ache when holding my writing lead
or perhaps it’s my soul keening, wallowing in woe,
How much more must a heart spill with words in black repose
Does not your fingers bleed when grasping too tight the memory of the thorny rose?
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The Reluctant Poet 