The Gentle Hills of Pretty Bones Tell me dear, where is it that your pretty bones do lie? Underneath yonder hills, beneath God´s breathy sky, Waltzing in frocks of daffodils with hems of lilac blues,… Read More ›
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Threads – Author Sue Lobo
Threads From umbilical cord, of the mother´s womb of life, Joined in love, through joys & equal days of strife, Threads uniting in strings of aura & in family, binds, Tying us up, on life´s… Read More ›
Author Raja Williams: Break Through
Break Through Break Through Clouds rapidly in motion Floating through the sky Until a break through occurred And the light kissed the land Shining the light of hope Glorified and grand The beauty of Gods working hands © Raja Williams… Read More ›
Twigs, Boughs, and Branches – Author Sue Lobo
Twigs, Boughs, and Branches Once fronded & frilled, but now of leaf no longer, Lingering lonesome & no more virile, nor stronger, No more shielded by leaves, but only God´s vows, Standing alone, twigs, branches & old winter boughs. Garbed… Read More ›
Do Not Weep My Little One – Author Sue Lobo
Do Not Weep My Little One Please, do not weep for me my little one, I´ll always be close & always at your side, I´ll be in the warming rays of the golden sun, In hooves of your steed on… Read More ›
Tips on Creating a Decent Author Photo
Not all of us are photogenic. I know I’d rather be behind the camera than in front of it. Since we writers strive to have our work in the limelight, we have to expect at some time, our photos will… Read More ›
Old Cemetery Amble – Author Sue Lobo
As the sun rests its weary head upon horizon´s breast, I amble in the cemetery, while others are in beds to rest, This place where old bats hover & black cats go to prowl, Where earth gives way to… Read More ›
Circle
In the orbital spinning of dying & living, Child, youth, middle-age and old dying, The circle of life is a continuous abyss, Unknown mystery, misery & total bliss. Birth, appearing from death´s dark chasm, Red & twitching with angry howl… Read More ›
Bindings
We´re bound to this materialistic universe by ecoplasmic sperm, We´re Tied to this planet by umbilical love, secure & so very firm, At birth wrapped tight in swaddling to keep us safe, snug & warm, Held within our mother´s arms,… Read More ›
The Last Dance
The Last Dance The old man took his wife´s dusty hand in his & said, “Don´t weep my love, I am by your side & always will be, so please don´t cry.” She saw her husband through tears of misty… Read More ›
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