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...Shipwrecked  He was Japanese, smiled politely  and took his shoes off I smiled also, it was the right thing for us to do,  shipwrecked sat in a rubber raft of the type leaving Tripoli  Lib......Read the rest...

...Jahore Pakistani kind of terrorist driving a Tahoe shooting into my home attempting to impersonate me gain royalties from my American poetry sorry my ancestors served Wwll Vietnam Korean Afghanistan ......Read the rest...

... Being Generous Toward Others Written: by Miracle Man 5/20/2024 Kindness is my mindset for gladly sharing, of things I’m blessed with regardless of wealth. It lets others see that I’m......Read the rest...

... I took the short path, as many do to get to the beach. Loving the beach with it's white sand, a great summertime place for all ages. I could not wait to see the lovely view, the early ......Read the rest...

...Monday morning comes alive with the piston train speeding by, thousands of people gather at the gate and crowd the platform before it was too late. Monday morning full of passion with hangover lin......Read the rest...

...Looking at My Hands By - Roger White Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks. Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs. I lament where my hands hav......Read the rest...

...Back in February. We shoveled away our snow. In March? Our kites would freeze in mid air. In April… We would have burning days for no reason, while others are just like winter all over. May is ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I met the moon for coffee It was Friday night I think When she watched me hardly sleeping And invited me for drinks We found ourselves a table In ......Read the rest...

... whyndee road driftin' corners sidin' in the seat set to leather back body jacked tatted arm x two tapped three quarter sleeve high noon crushin' it chock-full of cager work credit five......Read the rest...

...A deep obsession penetrated his mind, an untamed and deeply rooted passion, Not even a twelve-step program could bring him the much-desired relief, The poet had an incurable addiction, a need for f......Read the rest...

... With the memory of her grandma’s death so fresh within her mind She stopped to ask Grandpa about her… “Will the world always be this quiet?” She asked. “Always this sad and lonely without her?” ......Read the rest...

...Standing on the edge, feeling the pull of the unknown, The abyss below me, a fear that has grown. Should I take the leap into the depths below, Or step away from the edge, where the fear won't sho......Read the rest...

...Permission to Pause Permission to Pause Reflect Revise and recheck Permission to take a deep breath We need it Retrieve it Get that ounce of air We all have time to spare Pause w......Read the rest...

... I was one of the cool set, navy blue duffle coat, scarf around my neck, seated at a table in Pepe's Coffee Lounge discussing Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot and the demise of the political elites......Read the rest...

... The Lord is my technician, I shall not err He makes me work effectively well in my workplace He brings me back my good condition He screwed my loose parts firmly in His side. He repairs the......Read the rest...