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Day: January 11, 2021
Passion đź’‹
Passion
To desire
Or deny
Like a fire 🔥 your afraid to start
Or afraid to extinguish
Passion
Copyright (c) 2020 Nichole Sulpizio – All Rights Reserved
“We can have democracy in this country, or… great wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, but we can’t have both.” – Art of Quotation
“We can have democracy in this country, or we can have great wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, but we can’t have both.” — Louis Brandeis, Supreme Court Justice, 191…
“If the government becomes a lawbreaker, it breeds contempt for law; it invites every man to become a law unto himself; it invites anarchy.”
“If the government becomes a lawbreaker, it breeds contempt for law; it invites every man to become a law unto himself; it invites anarchy.”
— Louis Brandeis, Supreme Court Justice, statesman, political figure, Dissenting, Olmstead v. United States, 277 U.S. 438 (1928)
“In a government of laws, existence of the government will be imperiled if it fails to observe the law scrupulously”
“Decency, security, and liberty alike demand that government officials shall be subjected to the same rules of conduct that are commands to the citizen.
In a government of laws, existence of the government will be imperiled if it fails to observe the law scrupulously.
Our government is the potent, the omnipresent teacher. For good or for ill, it teaches the whole people by its example.”
— Louis Brandeis, Supreme Court Justice, Olmstead v. United States, 277 U.S. 438 (1928)
“Happiness, not in another place but this place… not for another hour but this hour”
“Happiness, not in another
place but this place…
not for another hour
but this hour”
Walt Whitman, “A Song for Occupations,” Leaves of Grass
We Got Old ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
We Got Old ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
I found an old
College friend
On Facebook
The other day
As I looked
At his profile pic
I said to myself
“We got old”
It had been
Over 50 years
Since I had seen him
Memories of those days
Filled my mind
We are the same
As we were then
We just got old
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved
I love you for a thousand years
A thousand years
You came to me in my sweet dreams again and
you were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake.
I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing to the afternoon sun. I stood-up and I joined you in the dance of laughter and joy.
I whispered to your wanting ears. I would risk everything for you and
I live and die in your embrace.
You are my Summer sweet wine and perfect place.
You told me. My Gypsy man, can’t hold the wind and cannot make love stay.
Love must find you and love will hold you warmly in her embrace.
Dear Johnnie. You are love and I need your hand in my hands.
I will love you for a thousand years my Johnnie.
Days became nights and we held on so tightly. I believed you knew. Love is never fair. We were…
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More than a smile
Bring me your grin
to tickle my toes
bring me pickles and sins
your happiness mess
of tonic and gin.
With giggle and glee
unravel my dusk
turn grey into gold,
turn sour to sweet,
Girl,
you’re spinning me dizzy
I’m giddy
I’m glad.
Lillian hosts the Qadrille today with the word happiness at dVerse.
November 2, 2020
Texas bars and Texas women
Texas bars and Texas women
(A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) Adult content!!!
The Army Doctor told me.
“You are damn healthy,
you must take care of your self.”
I smiled.
I’m thinking about those Long Island ice teas down at the shot bar
that I would be enjoying in downtown Austin tonight.
I buried my third brother in a lonely grave in 1990.
They didn’t do a lot of good living.
They were like babies dying before learning how to live.
Hank William Jr. is singing in the background,
“Why do we drink? Why do we smoke?”
I drink to missed friends,
I drink to beautiful women,
I drink for my brother’s.
I smiled at pretty, young Austin’s girls.
Tall, long legs, and filled with the spirit to celebrate life.
My good luck of being station in Texas.
Nothing better…
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The Reluctant Poet 