I spend some days talking to my dog who cocks his head
As if he’s trying to understand exactly the words I said
I recite my poems to him, seeking some kind of reaction
Yet the most I ever get is a look of quizzical satisfaction
In my head, I am speaking profound words with a beat
But to him, everything I say sounds like ‘Here’s a treat!’
dVerse Poets Pub: Soliloquy
My new book of poems is now available at Amazon and Kelsay Books.
Mark Tulin is a surgeon of great majesty in a heartfelt verse. Like a well-trained physician, Mark Tulin brings extraordinary linguistic skills to bear on the injuries of neglect and abandonment. The author offers a compassionate operation through his poetry.Awkward Graceis a must read as a medication for moral sickness.—Tim Truzy, author ofPlastic Bags and Medical Melodies
You’re losing me
Between demands and plans
And my own responsibilities
It is too much
It is not working anymore
You’re losing me
Over unrealistic expectations
You don’t see the whole picture
There’s another side
It is not enough
It is too easy to let go
You’ve already lost me
And you don’t even know
© 2020 Jason A. Muckley
I LAY ALONE.
I DINE ALONE.
I SLEEP ALONE.
I WANDER AIMLESSLY.
LOST, LONELY AND SEDATED.
UNCO-ORDINATED AS ONE.
WHOLE AS TWO.
FIONA
in parallel steams ~ of bodies intertwining ~ so delicately —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
“And with each step I took,
I knew it was bringing me
closer to you.”
In that very moment, I was lost without a care in the world. At last, I could see the blazing hues of desiccated and crumbling leaves blanketing the ground. As they crunched beneath my feet, I was pulled toward something I couldn’t name. It should have bothered me, but it didn’t. Despite the darkness around me, I could see unlike I ever could before. With the chill in the air and the scent of wood smoke wafting with it, I never felt more at home before. And with each step I took, I knew it was bringing me closer to you.
© Sarah Doughty
How could I ever be afraid of that?
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We all have our good and bad days.
We can seem totally confident and be raring to go one day and feel completely strained and stressed out on another day.
We are only human and its perfectly ok to feel so.
We don’t have to prove anything to anyone.
It’s our life and we have just this life and this moment with us, if we are not living with joy in our heart then perhaps we have some questions we need to answer for ourselves.
Ask yourself these questions honestly…
Do you dare to be as you are?
Do you express yourself without doubts and fears?
Do you mince words, avoid stepping forward, play too safe
That you hardly dare to live your life?
Do you wear what you like?
Feel comfortable with what you wear
Or choose to conform to fashion trends or what’s expected of you?
Do you…
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“No matter what yesterday was like, birds always start the new day with a song.”
author unknown.
Artist AORTA
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facrbook.com/SnowwolfsWoodlandNook/
It is a secretive club. The members rarely advertise their affiliation in public, but when two of them meet, something passes between them, a nod, a smile, a bond. We are people who read. Research seems to support the conclusion that brilliant individuals, the ones who impact the world, read. They expose their minds to diverse subjects, and submerge themselves deep into a topic, knowing the exercise will propel them to higher levels of personal and professional excellence.
When avid readers recognize a peer, their conversations move easily covering their preferred genres, recent reads, classics, good books, great books, and the hallowed ground of life-changing books. Details aren’t necessary. We know the feeling of reading a story that alters our chemistry, changing us from the inside out. Words lift our mood by confirming we are not alone. Memorable characters have lofty aspirations, and impossible dreams, they struggle to do the right…
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The Reluctant Poet 