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mjad Dec 2019
The days are starting to run together
It's the beginning of December
Nina McNally Dec 2019
Dream big,
And never give up!
Reality is hard,
Keep it real "in these

Dark Days"
And share the positive and light and
You never know, maybe,
Someday the world can see the light again!
Copyright; 2019
McNally/Flanders, Inc.
Title and Inspiration from Fitz and the Tantrums
I believe in abundance
I believe in wealth
I believe in prosperity
I believe in great health

I believe in angels
I believe in guides
I believe in goodness
And a God who provides

I believe in the sunshine
That lights up my days
I believe in inspiration
Which enhances my ways

I believe in what’s real
And with hope and delight
I bask in abundance
As I share truth and light
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Believe in Abundance. Abundance is our natural state. When you start recognizing abundance anywhere, it starts to show up and flow everywhere! You can choose to focus on the abundance of sunshine, or the abundance of children in a playground, or the abundance of stars in the sky.

In the book The Science of Getting Rich, by Wallace Wattles, he explains why the universe is abundant. That book has increased my abundance mentality. I'm listening to a song right now, and it's about abundance!
Christopher
Andrew Durst Nov 2019
You know that old saying
"Actions speak louder than words"?
Well, I've learned to observe
the behavioral patterns
of when our conversations
become a burden.

I am a professional at
reading the signs
of unamused eyes
and you just stare
right through me.

I guess that is fair play.

After all, I used to say
too much
and you cared
when you could.

Foolish of me to think there would
ever be a middle.

We left on words
misunderstood
and nothing more
would follow.

You had a boundary
that I overlooked.

I guess
"hello"
was all
it
took.
"I haven't heard from you in 2 days."
TS Ray Nov 2019
Early morning of an Indian summer,
to hear the pitter-patter of a newbie rock ‘n’ roll drummer,
still music to ears right out of slumber,
just close your eyes and pick your magic number.

For the droplets maybe bringing,
new messages for a worrying mind,
to hold them in a bottle to remind
the force behind the tiny droplets when combined.

Gone are the days of longing to be drenched,
the thirst for beauty has been quenched
moods of creation has in it totally entrenched
tiny sparkles that have those tiny droplets clenched.

Count those wishes,
earth is giving out riches,
just observing those tiny droplets,
will pull imagination like conjuring new puzzle pieces.
TS. 2019.
Ryan P Kinney Nov 2019
These Days
by Ryan P. Kinney

I was a Victim of these days
You can’t say things like that these days
These days, they walked me out the door
Because an opinion means my son should suffer for my mistakes
These days intent does not matter
Because Words hurt
And we deal with them more militantly than the military
We treat words like weapons
And guns like toys
Words **** people
Not guns.


Back in the day
by Ryan P. Kinney

If it was back in the day
Maybe I would have gotten away with it
Maybe I could afford healthcare
And food
And shelter
To raise a son

Maybe I would be judged on the content of my heart,
Not the mistakes of my mouth
Ameed Nov 2019
lanterns of gold
waking up late
breakfast for lunch
days with no date

long beginnings
with uncertain ends
sudden adventures
and making new friends

losing control
with thoughts unleashed
made up excuses
"i'm heading northeast"

writing in bed
and sleeping midway
waking up late
dates with no days

final goodbyes
we're back on track
farewell golden lanterns
for winter is back
Luna Maria Nov 2019
I keep saying to myself
that all bad days have an ending

but so the good days
have one too.
I wish yesterday could last forever and relive it over and over again.
Luna Wrenn Nov 2019
was it magic or fate
flowing through our veins ?
whatever it was has intoxicated my brain.
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