Category: writers
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Georgia & Poetry
Spent a week in Albany, GA on the 4.25 +- acres there that we own. Visited with the neighbor, his daughter, and her newborn son. Weather was nice. Little rain. Got some things done around the “farm” and in town. Then listed the property for sale. My health is not good and so we decided…
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0400 2/28/19 Copyright and YouTube
I am really tired of working on videos to post to YouTube only to find months later, if not years later, that someone has placed a copyright claim on them for pictures or (mainly) music. It happens all the time. Then you have to protest to get the ads off your product. It is just…
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Hey There Mr. Scarecrow.
Hey there Mr. Scarecrow Standing out behind the barn Just you and that old grey mouse that lives in your hay Thanks for listening to me the other day As I sat and let my own rain drop from my eyes to the ground Hey there Mr. Scarecrow You are so brave standing in the…
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Georgia & Footprints in Time
We spent a week in Georgia on our property there. It is was nice but a bit sad. Raining in reality and in relationships. Funny how things can change. When someone is ill from drugs or alcohol and they get straight or die it is generally true that the family and those close by are…
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CROSSING Crossing the deepest river without a boat Sailing the storm washed open sea in a cardboard box My brain is climbing hills that only I can see Each upward step is alive with pain granted and felt With no medication to stop the fire None exists unless alcohol laced And it is such that…
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TOMORROW TODAY
Tomorrow came late today It wasn’t supposed to be But the day had come to set her free And there she was, and all was out of the way Tomorrow came late today And there was no place left for her to go Street lights turned on and began to glow As her love packed…
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A MEMORY OF YOU
Here I stand in the light of an early Indian summer sun Look through my eyes where it’s just peaking up over distant hills While you and I stand searching for lions, tigers, sharks, and dragons Of my imagination where we as children used to run When you and I were just 8 years old…
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TRANSLUCENT
Translucent It was five o’clock in the morning And there’s rain upon the roof It fell hard without any warning When it swept down the road Rushed up through the woods Caught the grassy fields by surprise The wind bent the bushes and the trees Then all was strangely gone And, for some reason, in…
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BACKWASH
BACKWASH Walking backwards in my mind slowly thru time I find myself stranded, just another body standing in line A pathetic piece of flesh and bone Left alive to review all the scrapings my handmade in stone Until the carving knife broke from all the writing And I found that my life was not so…
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A Long Time Ago in the Great Faraway
It was a long time ago in the great faraway When I came to the understanding that I could no longer stay We looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door Harsh words spoken, then silence, nothing left to say, so I guess we settled the score The tale had been…
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 