Books Poems | Examples of Books Poetry

I guess I write because I think I have something to post, that others would want to read... I guess I read because I have learned others pen subjects of great interest... I have found writing is something I can do most places and times -- pads and pencils easy enough to carry... we also write and read to escape -- keeping a safe wall of pages between...

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the chill of a lazy rainy sunday a good book by the fireplace surely this is food for the soul posted on April 22, 2025...

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The ancient tomes speak of realms we cannot see. Wisdom waits to be rediscovered in forgotten corridors of stone where the past echoes through carvings and symbols. I stand at the threshold between worlds, listening to the rhythm of iron, the whispers of mortality. We are all travellers on this journey, carrying our deeds in...

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ORDERING MUSIC MISSALS RESULTED IN TWO FAMILY MEMBERS DEATH AFTER CONTACTING AMAZON WHO SENT US THE WRONG BOOKS OUR IDENTITY WAS COMPRMISED NEEDLESS TO SAY THE HACKERS WERE A PART OF THE STALKERS OBSEESED WITH MY POETRY EXPOSING OUR CREDIT CARD INFORMATION FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS THE NATURE OF THE BEAST COMMITING HOME INVASIONS HACKING INTO YOUR...

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Words I have questions yet no one has All the answers. Words have an impact, Sometimes heal And oftentimes hurt. Words breathe hope choose wisely. Words are soothing similar to the Sea. Words are one's State of Mind flowing Like Frequencies....

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researching, watch the trailer, work in progress... Screwtape Letters 31 Letters Just notes Consider this... If you cannot yield to text and scripture He cannot bare score C L takes us where? Two years. studies of Greek and Latin classics What we cannot see in the spiritual world Screwtape, Devil, The Father Below in an ice cubicle mans is all around him To love or Not to...

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A silent confidante, bound in paper, waiting. Each blank page, a breath held, a moment unspooled. Ink bleeds stories, laughter caught mid-air, tears staining the fragile fibers. Secrets whispered, fears confessed in the quiet dark, dreams sketched in hurried lines. No judgment offered, only the patient embrace of turning leaves. A witness to growth, to stumbles and small victories, a map of the unfolding self. More than just words, a tangible echo of yesterday, a...

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Please give it a read This makes the brain grow and thoughts arise They said, people stop thinking When people stop reading They said, rich people has big library While poor people has big TV They said, people reading book is dumbfounded While people using gadget is getting dumber They said, books are hard copy While gadgets are soft copy Well, I see them...

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M MOTIVATE E EXCEL D DETERMINED G GRATIFICATION A ACADEMICS R REFRESH E EXCELLENCE V VICTORIOUS E ESTABLISH R RESUME S SUCCEED C COLLABORATION O OPPORTUNITY L LEADERSHIP L LEVERAGE E EDUCATION G GREATNESS E EFFORT ...

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They called him Narendra first— a boy with fire in his heart, a mind that danced with stars while the city slept in the dark. His questions shook the ground: "Where is God? What is the truth?" "Don’t give me words or songs— I want to feel it in my youth!" Then came the storm—Ramakrishna— a saint who smiled at the sky, and said, "You want...

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I love to read it helps me travel the world the pages in a book help me escape...

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The Happy Wanderer I like to wander near and far. Just me and my little white car. There are treasures to be found everywhere. Just waiting to be discovered out there. Soon I saw a little mom and pop store. It was in a small house with a green door. I was greeted by a jolly little old man. He had a small...

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Childhood was to see my mother get abused by my father and wanting to do something about it But it’s her who allowed that abuse It’s her who stopped me, but didn’t stop my father Adulthood is to see my sister getting abused by her husband and not being able to do anything because it’s her...

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After The Storm   Now that the spring tempest is over and the ground is littered with twigs and juicy, green leaves flung off mother tree long before they should, it gladdens the woods that the old oak still stands although it is almost hollow inside and is home to a family of foxes, myriads of insects, and a 40 years old...

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Open the windows and doors and let the demons out sweep the corners of the room and breathe fresh air from the atmosphere something refreshing is drawing near Throw out the dirty spread and make up the beds put on new sheets and rise up on your feet sing a song for thee to set your spirit free Arise...

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