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Bill M Mar 2020
A thick column of smoke rose from the ground.
I could see it just ahead.
Why were all other commuters passing unconcerned?
Ah, not a fire. A birch tree, branches raised to the heavens,
looming dark in the fog, beguiling and hoodwinking an
overactive imagination.
Bill M Mar 2020
Some days are filled with obvious meaning
while other days seem void of life itself.
The Maker has promised to fulfill, and I trust him.
Even if all I do is stand still.
  Feb 2020 Bill M
Philip Winchester
Everlasting love is a commitment  Ref 008

Everlasting love is a commitment.
Virtual reality cannot ever compare
Everlasting reality is my love for you
Reality that continues unabated
Longer than  affairs of the heart
As my darling I know you by heart
Since the first Happy days meeting
The first day of the rest of my life
I discovered an everlasting love
Not withstanding your aloof brow
Golden are the moments shared

Love's unconditional commitment
Only true lovers understand it .
Very close encounters promote it
Especially within thy noble form

I love you so much my Barbara
So much once to inspire my mind

As constant is my wish to praise

Composing lines of loving prose
On each and every living day.
My mind races with the inspiration
Mastering words of literary giants
In songs of praise dedicated to thee
Then understand my commitment
My commitment ,to my darling girl
Everlasting love is my commitment
Not just for now but forever always
Thank you for our life commitment
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Philip.
From my tribute archive sent daily to my wife.
  Jan 2020 Bill M
Stanley
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
Bill M Jan 2020
There are days when I don't know where I am.
When I charge ahead, heedless of others and their needs.

There are days when I don't know where I am.
When I wander thru the fog, seeking comfort or direction.

There are days when I don't know where I am.
Nor do I really care to know; I just want to heal the hurt I see.

There are days when I don't know where I am.
I laugh and I cry, never sure of my place or my role in life.

There are days.
Also published at: https://mainemoosepatrol.wordpress.com/2020/01/02/there-are-days/
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