Don’t give-up…..

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 Don’t give-up

I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.
I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.

I fought ghost for cold-hearten government who cannot be forgiven. In hell, men, who killed for profit shall pay.

I remember holding my 30-30 and feeling empty. The phone rung and dear Grandmother Beulah told me. We need and love you my baby. Please don’t give-up.

I was saved often and I tried to save people who felt empty and alone.
Once I wanted to be the king of the forest. I toil and toil for big companies, made ungraceful men rich and forgot. I needed the mercy of love near.
I told the young, you must ask yourself. How will you die? Did you die standing for love, for kindness, were you kind to nature and the…

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Age, not a cage


Life kissed me long and deep
leaving a road map of experiences all along
you may call them wrinkles and lines but they are
ridges and furrows left in the wake of living to the fullest
butterfly kisses of a coddled, cloistered infancy
innocent, gentle pecks of carefree childhood
exciting, raging hormonal nips of tempestuous teenage
and then sometimes passionate, sometimes angry bites of adulthood!

Don’t for a moment think I am steeped in misery
because all you see is a crooked bag of bones
bent like the wishy-washy weeping willow
look at the twinkle as my eyes crinkle
my toothless smile a testimony to the knocks I knocked off
gracefully or otherwise!

Age is a raiding marauder
singing a ghostly song
silencing beauty and youth as it rampages
except, it can’t steal the joie de vivre of living
till death swiftly whisks me away.

What do you see- 52…

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Whatever It Brings

Be sure to come listen to Linda reciting this poem!!

Charmed Chaos

As light spills upon white paper
We contemplate life’s fickle fate
Caught up in this capricious state
Pawns in play for our creator.

Though there’s no point to belabor
What riddled perils day may bring
To our past we should never cling
For mystery awaits in haste
With few precious moments to waste
So welcome whatever it brings.

dVerse Poets Pub: MTB Let Your Words Ring Out

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge No.28 Fate

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Look Closely – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


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“We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.” H.G. Wells

Look Closely

What of those ghosts of the past,
glory days as melancholy cast as
shadows passing as unbalanced
moments in which I have no need
to know if the future is real,
we are already here even as  time
is running backwards in parcels
of discovery towards what matters,
compelling images of the paradox 
of love unbalanced in swirls of
colour, except you really do have
to look closely in order to feel 
through the door to it all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Eliminating clutter – Eugenia

Go Dog Go Café

as earth cleanses itself

blusterous winds howl

witless souls run from their souls

with nowhere special to go

with the gloaming came


darkness, and


silence of refuge

silence of silence

earth spins without grief

©Eugenia Hoffman

Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to follow her dreams by doing things she enjoys…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry, and encouraging others to pursue their goals. Eugenia’s writing and creative endeavors can be found at her blogs,Eugi’s Causerie IandEugi’s Causerie II, where she has gathered a following of kindred souls who share her passion for writing. Eugenia has authoredFanciful DelightsandMama, me and Mother Nature.She is also a published author onSpillwords,PoetrySoup,

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“and when I cry, I cry not because of the pain
I cry because of the many times I wish you were
beside me.”

It has nothing to do with you, with what you did or did not do. It’s a cry of relief, a cry of sigh, and a cry of “coming home.”

It’s a cry for all the times I believed I was right (but was wrong). A cry for the many times I messed up (but you were never there to say “it’s ok”). A cry for the moments I was brave (but I was really scared). A cry for many occasions I was numbed (but feeling the pain). A cry for all the times I needed help (but you were not around).

It’s a cry for all of my successful events and milestones and for the many times I sure did good (you failed to witness). …

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Fandango’s Provocative Question #92

Keep it alive


FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question.

Blogging anonymously This week’s provocative question is about anonymity and blogging.

So my provocative question this week is simply this:

Do you blog anonymously? Why or why not?


I do blog under a pseudonym. It is not my real name and the reason to do so was that I wanted to keep my identity private. Blogging anonymously gives me that blanket of security where I don’t have to worry about people harassing me for my views.

All those who read my posts can hold me accountable for my words. I answer criticism about my writing, but my opinion and views are mine and I have a right to hold them.

Another good thing about anonymity is that it is liberating. You don’t worry that your family or friends will read it and will judge you…

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