Restlessness – A poem by Goff James

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On-The-Go- Road Home

The Ink Owl

The world was so wild and unfamiliar,

Untamed, unrelenting despite the attempts of man.

All I had were my hands, feet, and eyes,

To continue upon an already crumbling path.

I lost myself along the way,

And stopped for too long to wallow.

The pathways of night closed round,

And I could not find the road.

Tall grasses replaced the guiding trees and hills,

That stretched toward my home long missed.

Then one day beneath the rain,

I found a path long unused and over grown.

I struggled through bramble and snagging thorns,

Almost again losing hope and the path.

How surprised I was to step through a long hedge,

Only to find the road home before in tact.

I fell to the ground and kissed its dust,

Crying joy for the mountains and sky.

Now I walk with purposed intent,

A different self entirely.

Pointed toward home,

I will…

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Kevin Parish

Explosion, Glass, Buttons, Exploding
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The shards of glass

Show sides of me

I don’t think I was ever meant to see

Memories of loved ones

Gone long ago

Haunt my mind like a salacious foe

Love and hate – empty and full

Reflecting the dark-side in this poor soul

two girls standing on seashore
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Childhood kindness

Like holding hands

Whispering secrets

And making plans

Close-Up Photo of Woman Lying on Bed
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Making love for the first time

Reflecting through tears

Lost in a world

That thrives on our fears

These are the final portraits I see

As life’s vital essence spills from me

Car Accident, Broken Glass, Splatter
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The Dark Of The Night ~ A Poem By Walt Page. The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

The dark of the night
Feels like home to me
The darkness lights my way
As I listen to the music of the night
The night is the keeper of the truth
The home of lost memories
And lost prayers
The night is my safe zone
Where I can be unseen and unheard
Where nobody knows my name
My dogs keep me company in the dark
Guarding and protecting me from those
few predators that can still see me
I am safe with my dogs
They would die protecting me
Just as I would die protecting them
The dark of the night is my home

~The Tennessee Poet~

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a thousand years

House of Heart

Cover the sky with your hand.

The summit of your palm is the moon.

Your fingers are  streams of stardust

sweeping through an  ancient dune

or  the slender branches of forked trees.

Glide them across the  desert,

over valleys,  the soft and sediment.

I am every woman you have loved,

their dynamic wings beat in me.

Recall my eyes as history,

you have lived here a thousand years.

art by Louis Treserras

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“Begin doing what you want to do now… We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.”

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“Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.”

Francis Bacon, English, scientist, author, philosopher

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