……….Every…
……….smile…..
……….Every…..
……….laugh…
……..Every bit…
…..of kindness…
…….lets a little..
…….more light…
….into this world…..
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……..Life…
……is not….
……a race….
………It is…..
…a journey……
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Do Not Miss This!
“Why do I read?
I just can’t help myself.
I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
and to be motivated.
I read to understand things I’ve never
been exposed to.
I read when I’m crabby, when I’ve just
said monumentally dumb things to the
people I love.
I read for strength to help me when I
feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
I read when I’m angry at the whole
world.
I read when everything is going right.
I read to find hope.
I read because I’m made up not just of
skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
and a deep need for chocolate, but I’m
also made up of words.
Words describe my thoughts and what’s
hidden in my heart.
Words are alive–when I’ve found a
story that I love, I read it again and
again, like playing a favorite song
over and over.
Reading isn’t passive–I enter…
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I looked closely
steadily into your eyes
wanting to see
the smile
of hope
of love
of compassion
of kindness
the smile that can only be seen
through your eyes
as your beautiful lips
with perfect white teeth
that used to reveal your
truest emotions
is now hidden,
covered
for how long
we don’t know
no one can tell
so meantime,
let me gazed through
your soul
through its window
your eyes
that will now bear the weight
of all your joys and sorrows
of all your successes and failures
for in your eyes
you smile
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I Love You, At First
you walked past by me wearing a dashing smile
with the sun so hot and up, but the air was cool
could it be, because of your easy-breezy presence, I was beguiled?
or was it just me feeling the numbness of my senses I could drool?
your smile I can’t forget and your laughter I can’t resist
baby take me in your arms and hold me all the time
‘cos I don’t wanna live another day without you, I insist
please kiss me, undress me, make me yours
it’s not a crime
the next thing they knew you and I were inseparable, profoundly connected
we were like two people beating in perfect harmony as one
the world was only ours to live and friends said “it’s expected”
‘cos even without a word the universe will conspire to agree, “it’s done”
it feels like Christmas with…
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Senryu His eyes black as coal Mysterious and haunting Mesmerizing me Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
Source: Daily Haiku – Sat. November 28, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 333 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday?
My year-end countdown has begun, and what a wild ride 2020 has been. The adage says what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. I’m not dead, yet therefore I must be tougher right? The question becomes — How much can I accomplish before we ring in the new year?
It all starts with a well-conceived strategy, and mine includes a master list of 100 activities to help me reach my annual writing goal. It may sound impossible, but many items are almost insignificant and require fewer than 15 minutes to finish. They are micro-actions, minor jobs that, while they are crucial, they are the ones…
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I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a busy week. Plenty of hustle, bustle, scheduling home health nursing, physical therapy, doctor visits, and playing short-order cook capped by holiday excitement all piled on top of my typical onslaught of daily tasks. It all leaves me a little – drained. Ragdoll, dead dog, tired. You’ve felt it. Your brain gets fuzzy, you can’t keep your eyes open, and no matter how much you try to stay awake, sleep threatens to overtake you.
I habitually over schedule during this time of the year, knowing I’ll require the help of a team of Santa’s elves to get it all done. Today I have designated my downtime day. My scheduled naptimes are non-negotiable. The only items on the list are the bare minimum must-dos, nothing superfluous. There are various yummy leftovers, suitable for reheat and eat casual all-day grazing. I will wear my…
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My dreams die then return
where you are a denizen who
speaks in languages I’ve yet
to learn.
Only our dreams had weight yet
Left no impression in the snow.
That December we
spoke in stutters still the heat
of our tongues turned words
to smoke.
You appear on the back of my eyes
etched into walls where light
and shadow mingle.
Why did you have to be so beautiful?
Now December holds me fast
forever retrieving the dream.
Night Music
Loving you…
is like counting stars
with infinite blessings
that fill the sky…
like you,
fill my heart.
