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Picture Poetry 4 Me: May 2013
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Wednesday, May 1, 2013. A Year in Nature. Give me a quiet lane, an old and seldom travelled road. Give me a quiet moment, and there I'll lose my load. Give me quiet footsteps, the crunch of new fallen snow. Give me the lonely forest, for it's there I long to go. A Year in Nature.
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: November 2012
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Friday, November 30, 2012. The road that lies ahead is hard and long. Yet we must persevere to move ahead. No other way remains, the past is gone. It matters not the places we have gone. It matters not at all what men have said. The road that lies ahead is hard and long. Will not be long.
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: The Wind and the Crows
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Sunday, January 4, 2015. The Wind and the Crows. The top most branches in the oak were tossed. By a heavy breeze that had come on. Behind the parting clouds that were fading. And breaking up as they were pushed along. The winter leaves that held on to their branches. James L. Frady.
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: Ghosts I Knew
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Monday, February 9, 2015. I live in a ghost town. Where ghosts of the past. Drift through my memories. Of specters and spirits. Of people I've known. They no longer dwell here. They've faded and gone. One was a soldier. Who stood straight and proud. He charged into battle. February 20, ...
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: January 2015
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Sunday, January 4, 2015. The Wind and the Crows. The top most branches in the oak were tossed. By a heavy breeze that had come on. Behind the parting clouds that were fading. And breaking up as they were pushed along. The winter leaves that held on to their branches. James L. Frady.
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: February 2015
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Friday, February 27, 2015. Mr Spock Has Beamed Up. I heard the news today, so sad. About a childhood friend I had. I left the crowd and hung my head. Because I heard that Spock was dead. We met daily, when I got home. And far across the stars we roamed. Logic was his life and way. Of pe...
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: December 2014
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Friday, December 12, 2014. Clouds On A Cold Windy Day. Clouds On A Cold Windy Day. I see clouds following their skyward way. Rolling through a sea of flawless blue. As they cross from west to east this frozen day. They are not staying here, just passing through. Monday, December 8, 2014.
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: On Calhoun Mountain
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Monday, December 8, 2014. On top of Calhoun mountain,. Blows a cold and lonesome wind. It moans in the naked treetops. Like a spirit who has no friends. It flows up the frozen valley,. And finds me in this place. It's knife-like fingers caress me,. And cut at my cold, cold face.
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Picture Poetry 4 Me: Mr. Spock Has Beamed Up.
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Picture Poetry 4 Me. Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back. Friday, February 27, 2015. Mr Spock Has Beamed Up. I heard the news today, so sad. About a childhood friend I had. I left the crowd and hung my head. Because I heard that Spock was dead. We met daily, when I got home. And far across the stars we roamed. Logic was his life and way. Beaut...
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