As neatly as he could, he tore two pages out near the back and crumpled them up under some small dried twigs and branches and struck a match. Heh, he had to admit that the pages of his notebook weren’t totally useless. They did make excellent tender for starting campfires. He watched the tiny flame flicker and spread
Wow. Your faith is really seeping into the crevices. I loved this poem. Great job. I know it's a cop out of sorts, but I can't really say it better than Tova. And I like people like you.
I think that's why the "manmade" relationships are so important. Because if you have trust in someone, and the trust is honored, that's really something special That makes perfect sense to me, Kelly. And it's 9: 23 PM as I read & type this...
you can trust there will always be weather but can you trust a weatherman? True. The inspiration came for this one from the news of hearing that a friend found out his wife was cheating on him. Later, while in the commissary, I dropped a box of sugar and it occurred to me that y
Neither -it's a compliment. Congrats on being featured.
Conratualations and good job Mr. President. Yeah. Conratualations. 86% inusred is good news.
Trust. He looked out at the vast panorama from his vantage point on a high cliff wall and thought about the concept of trust. But what exactly is trust? he wanted to know. After a brief search through his backpack for his tattered old dictionary he found what its authority (which he trusted) had to say. <blockquot
...and I'm glad you're here too. Ain't it a cool thing to exist?
I A M H E R E He looked at what he had just etched into the old concrete slab picnic table at the lonely intersection of US 183 and State Highway 6. He knew, of cou
We just don't know when to stop, do we? No, we sure don't Maso. I like the video too. It's an old one that was very popular here in the (late sixties? early seventies?) well, a loooong time ago when I was a kid. I think it's still relevant today.
Cigarette butts and beer cans. Dirty diapers and Styrofoam cups. A tennis shoe sans the sole. An old ballpoint pen. A claw hammer with a wobbly handle. Wow, a baggie of weed. A chain. An…umbrella? The three of Clubs. A little plastic three-legged giraffe. Trash.
Yuck. NA beer is like what they used to say about a tie score in kid leauge baseball: it's like kissing your sister. Yuck.
They're great little long-form fortune cookies. Thx, Buddah. That's a nice compliment. (P.S. I tune into to virtualpoetryreading dot com every single day...) I thi
I can see your guy saying this. Great read. </
He was kicking back in an old shelterbelt planted waaaay back in the thirties by the WPA and listening to the music in the trees. If there was to be background music in his idea of Heaven, it would be the song of the Cicada he decided. There was just something about their melody that reminded him of home. Cicadas. He had read some
One, two, three, four… He counted his steps and would start over. One, two, three, four… Funny. It wasn’t just his feet that were doing all the wandering out here. He quit counting and switched gears (since his mind steadfastly REFUSED to be quiet). Gray pavement below. Green grass around. Blue ski
Sometimes it is better to be quiet and thought a fool ...than open your mouth and remove all doubt! Keep 'em coming... Thanks, Maso.
I know I say this everytime, but I am loving this. ...and keep coming along with me, Kelly! I appreciate you. <TABLE cellpadding=8 width="95%" align=center bgColor=#FFF394 class="mb-Body
Wow!
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear. No one comes near…
It would be misleading to say he was any kind of big Beatles fan. Oh, he liked them alright but let’s just sum it up to say he was certainly no scholar on the subject of Beatlemania. No, not by a damn sight. However. One particular lyric always seemed to stick in his head: Father Mckenzie, wiping the di
The video in your first reply isn't playing for me - could be on my end - but it looks like old beatles except that there's 5 people there. It's the Byrds - Turn, Turn, Turn . Sorry it's not coming through. <TABLE cellpadding=8 width="95%" align=center bgColor=#FFF394 class
Okay. This one sucks. A zero for sure. But I'm gonna let it stand because you hafta take the bitter with the sweet and all that...
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