The call can wait,
The world can take a backstage,
And you can postpone the debate,
When your loved ones seek your attention
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
The call can wait,
The world can take a backstage,
And you can postpone the debate,
When your loved ones seek your attention
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Come, read, Imagine!!!
Touch of you
on my mind
feel of you
sliding now
between these fingers
panting breaths
arousal of need
bucking hips
calling your name
memories of your lust
devouring me
pushing my inner ache
into pulsing beats
of relief
*
©MidwestFantasy
February 2019
Ph-PInterest
Photo: pixabay.com
We did the hardest yards all those years ago,
when money was so tight, absent, and we were
simplicity before the internet said, and you
loved us dearly with foods, hugs and tears,
and all those precious handmade things
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
charles french words reading and writing
Life presents limitless choices, so many, we can become paralyzed, unable to move forward. Sources suggest we make a staggering 35,000 choices each day. Theoretically, we can achieve anything we set our mind to accomplishing. But making a choice means we deny ourselves hundreds of alternatives. Performing the task requires time, and time is the limiting constraint.
Daily, you will need to eat, sleep and perhaps commute to your employer and eight hours of work. Those activities will consume two-thirds of your day. Your free time, the remaining eight hours you can play a game, watch tv, go for a walk, or write your novel. Priorities set in your discretionary hours are the ones which may define your life.
How do you determine your priorities?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
The silvery moon Shining her light on this world On a starless night
Source: Daily Haiku – Wed. February 6, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
I’m walking through the rest of my life
A little bent over, quite a sight to see
And even though I ain’t pain free
I’m alive and walking
And that’s good enough for me
Maybe someday I won’t be me
But I’ll cross that bridge
When it comes to me
I walk through the night
Just my music and me
That lonely train whistle calls to me
Telling me that the truth will set me free
But I ain’t waiting around to see
I’m living for today, not yesterday
I’m heading for tomorrow
So I’ll keep on walking
Just a little bent over
Quite a sight to see
~The Tennessee Poet~
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