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 Jan 2016
Willard Wells
Our past is just that,
it cannot be changed.

Our future has not arrived
so we do not know what life may bring.

All we truly have in life is this very moment.
No future, no past.

Just this moment in time to savor.
Knowing your life, you control right now.

So each day look in the mirror,
say well done, I have done well.

Your past and your future at this moment do not exist.
 Jan 2016
Willard Wells
Do you see the beauty around you
as you wander through your day?
Maybe it's time to stop,
view the beauty,
that is set before you.

Before you plunge into the media driven
world of your day, stop!
You have time to view
the beauty of the day,
see the world, as it really is each day.
 Jan 2016
Sofia Kioroglou
I have no regrets!

I have learnt from my mistakes

We live with the scars we choose

© Sofia Kioroglou
 Jan 2016
Karina Norris-Veirs
Speak the truth however bold
Speak what lies inside the hearts folds
Do not fear the pain it may cause
Live the moment, do not once pause
Take the chance and feel free
Speak from the heart so it can be
Forget the cowardess you feel
One minute of bravery can dispell the ills
If you feel it may cause you disdain
Remember true beauty rises from pain
15 seconds of courage is all you need..
#speak
 Jan 2016
Mike Essig
for Nietzsche*

Relax a bit.
Stop being so
****** Germanic.
Too much questing
after the truth
engenders, finally,
heartburn
and hemorrhoids.
Purge yourself.
**** epistemology.
Eat a paw paw.
Have a drink.
Count the cobwebs.
Learn to know
your toes.
Put that book
back on the shelf.
Accept the sunshine
that may illuminate
an uncritical moment.
Bask in it.
Release your mind
to wander aimlessly
in nature's delight.
Penetrate the Goddess.
Become the lover
content to enjoy
what cannot last,
what will be lost.
Save your questions
for a cloudy day.
There is more
to knowing
than knowledge
can say.
  - mce
 Jan 2016
Christina Rossetti
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh!  it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,
Forgetful of forgetfulness,
Resting from care and pain and sorrow
Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
Living unloved, to die unknown,
Unwept, untended, and alone.
 Jan 2016
Mike Essig
Disdaining experts, he specializes in
generalizations. He knows just enough
about everything and almost everything
about nothing. It won't earn him a Ph.D. or
gainful employment, but it's much more fun.
Poetry, like physics, announces the universe.
Who would not want to be
the town crier of eternity?

  ~mce

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