Thankful for the things that I have left behind…

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

This might sound strange, but the things that I am most thankful for this Thanksgiving are the things that I have left behind.
This past year for me has been a year of change, letting go and personal growth.
I have let go of so much more than material objects, although I filled my porch with boxes and bags for the trash or the yard sale when I emptied and sold a
ten-room house.
I let go of three closets and three bureaus filled with clothes.
I let go of trying to earn love. Love is only valuable when it is freely given.
I let go of expecting people to be someone they are not, rejecting the unacceptable behavior and accepting the good. Yes, I let go of my happy-ever-after fantasies, so that I could enjoy today.
I let go of worry about my future and while I still plan…

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Thankful for the things that I have left behind…

Do you have some things you need to leave behind? Come See.

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

This might sound strange, but the things that I am most thankful for this Thanksgiving are the things that I have left behind.
This past year for me has been a year of change, letting go and personal growth.
I have let go of so much more than material objects, although I filled my porch with boxes and bags for the trash or the yard sale when I emptied and sold a
ten-room house.
I let go of three closets and three bureaus filled with clothes.
I let go of trying to earn love. Love is only valuable when it is freely given.
I let go of expecting people to be someone they are not, rejecting the unacceptable behavior and accepting the good. Yes, I let go of my happy-ever-after fantasies, so that I could enjoy today.
I let go of worry about my future and while I still plan…

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A Thousand Years – #poetry #domestic #abuse

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

She cries the tears
Of a thousand years
Unbeknownst,
To those around her.
Held in her heart,
Yet so far apart
Only anguish and sorrow
Surround her.

She can still feel the pain,
And then once again
It disappears,
As if it never happened.
But it returns soon enough,
And though she is tough,
Her heart remains
Broken and blackened.

Afraid of the day,
He comes back her way
She hides,
Where no one can find her.
Deep inside her own shell,
She’s living in hell,
And he’ll not be afraid
To remind her.

For once, they had loved,
Til he pushed and he shoved,
She could no longer
Keep it secluded.
The scars she now bore,
Her own personal war,
A soul stripped of life
And denuded.

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by ArtTower from Pixabay

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A Message

David Redpath

To know what Love is,
with just a big picture glimpse
through an open door.
Tasting that promise of abundance
. . . and so much more.
Beyond the broken schemes,
and forsaken dreams,
littering an unswept floor.
Of things never spoken
this side of a shadow curtain.
No wonder Jesus wept
when he came and saw.

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Winter Silence – A poem by Goff James

Refusing to Shut the Day Down – Daily Quote

Jo Hawk

Dueling voices live in my head. One encourages me to do whatever I want, while the other reminds me I should complete the work I have slated to accomplish. The problem is, they are often very different. It is easy to shut it down. Sleep. Veg in front of the tv. I listen to Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun” or “Fell on Black Days” and sink into darkness. Hopeless hours of nothingness become dark days that dampen my cares, obscure my goals, and limit my opportunities.

Or, I can summon my obsidian ninjas. They help me scrape together every ounce of creative energy, lift my mighty pen, and write an unexpected exit out of the vortex. My words spew death and destruction on the forces standing in the way of my character’s arc. They propel him into battle, driving him to the story’s climax. Nobody enjoys a story where the protagonist succumbs to difficult…

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Winter’s Cold Wind – A poem by Goff James

LITTLE SNOWFLAKE… a poem

Kevin Parish

Hey, little snowflake

Floating to the ground

Along comes the wind

And tosses you around

Back into the air

Swirling to and fro

Until you finally make it down

And become the status quo

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Winter Freeze

YonnieInHisCare

Temperatures dropped,

Snow flurries fell, Chased by the freezing Rain.

Iced streets,

Frozen Cold

-Yonnie

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Why I Write ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

I write to express my feelings
Feelings about life, love, music
I write about how I feel
Who I am, what I’ve heard
What I’ve seen and what I believe
I write about what was
What is and what will be
There is power in my poetry
There is also darkness and light
I write for myself
And sometimes for you
My poetry is me
These are my feelings
My beliefs, my life
My fears, my pain
My happiness, my sadness
My successes and my failures
Nothing more
Nothing less
I am a Poet
It’s why I write

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved

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