To Live And Learn ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

To Live And Learn ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

I want to live
To learn all there is to learn
I don’t want to live in fear
Of dying
Of rejection
Or of fear of failure
Humans have a relatively
Short life span
I want to cram myself full of
Knowledge and wisdom
Of the ancient ones
I want to learn it all
Absorb it all
And teach it all to others
And so I read
I real everything about what
I want to learn
I may not know it all
But I will know enough
To calm my fear of not knowing
Or not caring
Or not understanding

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

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Teach hate or teach love??


Teach hate or teach love?

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"My morning thoughts."

When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love is two different places. You can’t have both. You want your child to see his world with positive eyes and if you demand death, teach hate and cannot see the good in our world. Maybe you are the problem? My Ojibwa Grandmother taught me. Holding hate and disappointment. A heavy load to carry and the sadness will break your heart. Will blind you from the beauty of life. Be kind to the family, listen and forgive. A heart filled with love, can show the children. Every life is important and we can be brave. Do anything.

Dancing Coyote

(Martin Luther King Jr. words and thoughts. )

1. “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is…

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A Letter to Bella

Charmed Chaos

Bella- May 2020

Dearest Bella, 
I still remember your beautiful face 
and I often wonder why you chose to grace 
My humble life with a precious gift from above 
for you taught me again what it is to love
I know you chose me for a reason,
without doubt all souls have a season
But yours left an indelible mark 
upon this battle scarred heart
And I’ll not ever in my lifetime forget 
nor will I have any regrets
For you came to me in my moment of need, 
even though you made my tender soul bleed
I am grateful you chose me to be the one you would teach
that death is not the end but a setting free

dVerse Poetics: Exploring the poetic genre: “Verse Epistle” (Come taste the feeling)

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Sing, sing a song – Eugenia – abhanga

Go Dog Go Café

awaiting the echoes

from mountains, melodies

transform nature’s beauty

into music

© 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, and writing poetry. Eugenia’s writing and creative endeavors can be found at her blogs,Eugi’s CauserieandEugi’s Milieu. Eugenia has authored eBooksFanciful DelightsandMama, me and Mother Nature, and also has writings at Spillwords Press, PoetrySoup, and

Abhanga(or abhang), perWikipedia, is a form of devotional poetry sung in praise of the Hindu god Vitthal, also known as Vithoba. As a love poem, mine is a form of devotional.The elements of abhanga are as follows:

• stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
• syllabic, 6-6-6-4 syllables…

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i don’t have the answer…

A Writer's Soul

The tears come unexpectedly,
Then again, I suppose tragedies always come whenever they please,
Neither caring nor acknowledging the lives they destroyed after taking one,
Simply moving on, why does time make it look so easy?

Or is it easy because it isn’t trapped, frozen in the spot where your heart broke,
Where you whole axis shifted to deal with something you never dreamed
And a piece of your soul vanishes in a blink of an eye as the hand falls from your grasp…

The tears come now, almost like clock work
At the expected time,
Like my heart knows its time to mourn you,
But I can’t let myself, because that means missing you is now my new normal,
And I don’t know what normal is without you there,
I don’t want to,
Not ready to take another step without you holding my hand,
Guiding me—I can’t, I’ll fall…

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True Scammers – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


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“The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.” Georges Bernanos

True Scammers

Mendicants, tramps and vagabonds,
but not the one's you imagine or see,
instead, the one's you pay for who
rob you with glee, the one's in the 
penthouse, the mansion or three,
who prey on the orphans and widows 
and me, the one's with forked tongues
and a bible of lies, who hold morals 
like sewer rats or scandalous flies,
who star in movies where the poor die
as glorious martyrs for the victims of 
privilege whose wealth barely gets 
them by on a thousand a day. 
The truest scam is not Nigerian or 
emailed around, the truest of is
entirely voted and approved by us all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Poetry – Senryū – Today’s Life Drafted – A poem by Goff James

Art, Music, Photography, Poetry and Quotations

Poem Attribution, Goff James,Today’s life Drafted

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