No poet, I'm a PoetryJournal of thoughts, emotions, and experiences.

All works here are solely mine. Stay away plagiarizers.
No poet, I'm a PoetryJournal of thoughts, emotions, and experiences.

All works here are solely mine. Stay away plagiarizers.
PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
2 days ago

Seasons come and go like tides
Petals blossom and wither
Relations bond with love
Intimacy strengthens with trust
Now is the time to live life
Grow in heart the colors of Spring.

acrostic
PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
5 days ago

Poetry pays us nothing
except when
paid attention.

PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
6 days ago

Presence
or absence
in the presence of
chance.

PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
7 days ago

Our perceptions are our limitations
our opinions the only prejudices.

They confine us
to a narrow angled view of the world.

Try to see rising above them.

Arrowed heart on tree bark,
did love find its mark?

I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
A strange looking person
That cannot be me.
For I am much younger
And not nearly so fat
As that face in the mirror
I am looking at.
Oh, where are the mirrors
That I used to know
Like the ones which were
Made thirty years ago?
Now all things have changed
And I’m sure you’ll agree
Mirrors are not as good
As they used to be.
So never be concerned,
If wrinkles appear
For one thing I’ve learned
Which is very clear,
Should your complexion
Be less than perfection,
It is really the mirror
That needs correction!!

By Edmund Burke, 1729 – 1797, Irish Philosopher.

The professional liars
are more known by the name
politicians.

 
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