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 They play in winter croquet In Newfoundland in Griquet and therefore harm no crickets trapped near the wickets far from shielding thickets [read more] |
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RANDOM POEMS 12 *** WILL TO JOY Out of the caged parakeet songs to the sun trill Out of the men on the chain gang pain made music sp... [read more] |
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1 He has turned bloody warfields gory into climbing violet morning glories 2 Grows out of slime the blossom of the lime so does every obsta... [read more] |
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The writer has many beloved conservative relatives and friends who do not share the opinions here. 14 Of Many Causes Of War 1... [read more] |
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BLAZING STARS When we're sad the blazing stars seem sky's scars When happy the heart's scars seem gold badge stars. -saiom shriver- [read more] |
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My brother has gone to hundreds of funerals. He has so many friends he loves. He wants to honor their parents and loved ones. Once it lif... [read more] |
 Emotions. By Michael Feuerstein Ever wonder how we got emotions, felt the pain of heartache, or the ecstasy of love, or the hate of jealous... [read more] |
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Faith did upward from the heartrocks spring.. and run through ryefields into rivers of knowing which did merge in the sea's communit... [read more] |
 That which burns the heart, wounds it and hurts, Tired I am O friends of her way of loving. By making her mine, what did I get? Happiness d... [read more] |
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To find a new love? Thank you dear friends: A new kind of love - But do tell me how? In this materialistic world, Where wealth matters more... [read more] |
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How is it that goblets shattered by suffering hold more blood of Jesus? or that hearts broken by the unripe .. hold more love? [read more] |
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One picks up acorns from a millenial oak with over a thousand solar rings in trunk cloak or picks up the Gita .. over 5000 years old Krish... [read more] |
 ســـكــن الــهــدوء عــروقــي و أركان هـديـل الـحـمام سـكـب فــي خـاطري لـون غـريب طمأنينة فــــــــي داخــــلـــي وبــداء الــصـمـت... [read more] |
 Indelible white marks, imperfections of a life lived. Small stories told with each flaw of the skin. An essence of my being. [read more] |
 I stand on the edge Looking out at the darkness The end would come quick Perhaps the pa... [read more] |