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Walking one of your
Favourite
Walks,
Through the twisting bends,
Your voice
To me
Talkes,
I consider the soil, trees and rocks,
Hold memory's,
Whispering
On the
Wind.
Returning to My hometown,
I wander into the museum,
It's been a long, long time.

Stuffed animals in glass tanks,
Exactly as I remember them,
Trapped in time,
I've changed, but they haven't.

A school visit comes to mind,
We all Stood and stared
At Nelson the lion,
Now I stand alone,
Looking once again.
Nelson is a firm favourite with visitors of all ages. Originally from the South Cape in South Africa, Nelson is thought to have been a model for the lion sculptures in London’s Trafalgar square.
No one is willing to listen
and so I write
...
The spirit's board, a chess of silent grace,
Where goals, like pawns, find their appointed space.
Invest like rooks, in wisdom's sacred lore,
Mindful as bishops, what paths to explore.

Like queen, a heart that counsels, serves, and mends,
A gentle nurture, where true kindness blends.
Control your knights, your senses wild and free,
No overreach, in silent dignity.

Each day a gambit, new and bright unfold,
Accept the check, where patience makes you bold.
Forgive the captures, learn from every snare,
Humility's white king, beyond compare.

Black and white it seems, the boxes we stand
It's good, bad, all moves can't be preplanned
So with time, make the best of it
A soul is its very own mate.
 1h Traveler
G
She was free
Not in the sense of wealth nor power
But of the mind
She was free
Didn’t have desire to be cast down by chains
No one speaking her name in vain
She was free
Of the world; of the worry
She was free
And that was a beautiful thing for her to finally
Be.
 1h Traveler
Nylee
Universe, you’re listening, right?
Hear my words, my heart’s light.
Whispers carry, thoughts fly,
Reaching you, up in the sky.

There's a supreme glow, day’s bright,
I’m a mountain, standing tall,
Strength within, a guiding light,
Good things coming, one and all.

Growing taller, breaking free,
Thoughts like winds, wild and free,
Flowing with them, finding peace,
Changes coming, I’m at ease.

Superpower, belief in me,
Greatness waiting, you see?
I’ll achieve, with all my might,
Belief’s my compass, guiding light.

Universe, just a part of me,
Empires rising, wild and free,
Power’s mine, I’ll take the lead,
Destiny awaits, I’ll succeed.
Rows at parting gate
goodbyes thick in waiting air
some quiet—some sour
through the glass—a plane vanishes
with hearts left behind
Passage | Tanka | 2/5
Many been a slave.
One group more than the others.
And suffered more than many.

But truth stands in tracking our heritage.
We must accept, we all are immigrants.
Just one group see things different.

When you say?
I'm an American born.
You still classified as an immigrant.
Simply by tracing your past.

And honest truth is no group is better.
We just think we are.
In America all groups created this country.
And continue too.

Only a few fails to comprehend truth.
Everyone's an immigrant.
Our heritage is living proof.
I loved to see my reflection in the mirror,
In my childhood and youth,
After that I looked at it with anxiety,
And then  as I aged I had second thoughts.
8/3/2025
Fingertips trace whispered sighs,
Soft as moonlight in your eyes.
Heat lingers where our bodies meet,
Hearts colliding, wild, and sweet.

Lips explore, slow and deep,
Breathless gasps, promises to keep.
Skin on skin, the night unfolds,
A story of fire, passion untold.

Time dissolves in tangled bliss,
Every touch, a burning kiss.
Lost in you, no space, no time,
Only love—your body, mine.
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