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***** LIFE’S JOURNEY Childhood A canvas bright Dreams painted in laughter Innocence dances freely Time shifts Adolescence A bridge of change Questions painted in doubt Finding paths through twisting roads I explore Growth spurts Seasons unfold Roots deepen, branches stretch Lessons learned through joy and tears I become Maturity With each step, truth Carved by trials and trust Wisdom blooms, a guiding light I am whole Journeys Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets I remember Dreams awaken Voices call my name Horizon beckons softly Chasing stars with hopeful visions I will soar Transitions Shadows and suns Life’s compass turns and bends Navigating heartbeats, fears I am here Reflections Mirrors reveal Stories woven in lines Each wrinkle a chapter, each smile I embrace Connections Threads of friendship Stitching hearts into one A journey of shared moments We are strong Legacy Seeds of wisdom Planted in the young souls Growing roots that touch the heavens We will rise
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 4:37 AM UTC
Cinquain Poems themed on Growth
Linked Haiku Sequence *** Morning light appears— youth runs laughing through blue skies, dreams riding the wind. Endless roads ahead, hearts bright with untold stories, the world wide and new. Twilight gathers slow, paths turning in different ways— wisdom finds its voice. Rain falls, shadows teach, joy and sorrow woven tight in life’s patient loom. Adulthood unfolds, a deeper, steadier song rising with the sun. Gratitude awakens— each new dawn a quiet gift waiting to be shaped. Years flow like soft notes, yet every sunrise returns to begin the song.
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 6:20 AM UTC
The Melody of Lifes Dawn
"Never Forgotten" Old quotes drift like leaves Memories refuse to fade Time holds every word "Journey’s Turn" At the journey’s end A quiet doorway opens Beginnings rise new "Twists of the Path" Life bends as it will We adjust to shifting ground Strength grows in the curve "Slow Days" Some days barely move Empty hours stretch like dusk Still, peace hides within "Perception’s Trick" Quiet days deceive Solace waits in still moments Calm becomes a gift
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
"A Jumble of Quotes"
LIFE’S JOURNEY "Childhood" A canvas bright Dreams painted in laughter Innocence dances freely Time shifts "Adolescence" A bridge of change Questions painted in doubt Finding paths through twisting roads I explore "Growth spurts" Seasons unfold Roots deepen, branches stretch Lessons learned through joy and tears I become "Maturity" With each step, truth Carved by trials and trust Wisdom blooms, a guiding light I am whole "Journeys" Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets I remember "Dreams awaken" Voices call my name Horizon beckons softly Chasing stars with hopeful visions I will soar "Transitions" Shadows and suns Life’s compass turns and bends Navigating heartbeats, fears I am here "Reflections" Mirrors reveal Stories woven in lines Each wrinkle a chapter, each smile I embrace "Connections" Threads of friendship Stitching hearts into one A journey of shared moments We are strong "Legacy" Seeds of wisdom Planted in the young souls Growing roots that touch the heavens We will rise
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC
Cinquain - Themed on Growth
Loving this life Didn’t choose it, feels random Picked a different path last week Right or wrong? Going to deal with trouble and strife Trying to get the correct arithmetic sum That will add up. Will it make me feel weak Or Strong? Choices can be a chance or planned But always leads to a spider web of sticky roads An adventure of possible endings Good or bad? Striding through life’s shifting sand You can’t head straight as a flight of crows The journey is the beginning of wonderful chosen things Choices made?
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Choices
We left the safety of port. Rising and falling wave after wave. The wind stung our face. Abroad tensions rose. Never seeing water the way we've seen. Tossing and turning. The ship slicing the strong current. Together we hauled toward the anchor. Spotting the largest wave we'd ever seen. Hurling towards us with everything she had. We set sail without guide. This perhaps the worse storm yet. We braced for impact. Not prepared for what accompanied. The boom crashed against the deck. Our linen tossed everywhere. We panicked, steering best we could to no avail. We succumbed to her fury. Ready to face what may. Our true destination found. Seeking the sun after devastation
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Troubled Waters
And like a bird She flies away. She sings her song in ultimate joy. Her heart flutters. Singing what comes to mind. Soon as she is approached. She flies away. The wind beneath her arms. She goes higher and higher. Stopping in mid air, Her arms tired & sore. The life she deserves isn't far. Gliding towards the horizon. Soon as she finds peace. It is easily disturbed. Looking around to find the best place. Seeking shelter she flies further. Appearances aren't at all what they seem. For this she is labeled and taken for granted. Curiously placing one foot in front of the other. Veering the opposite direction. Her heart falling faster and faster. They don't know her worth. She flies higher and higher
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Why She Flies
Just jumping in. Everything comes to a halt. The first few moments don't seem as bad. Depending on length. The line of cars. In a sea of metal Something wow happens. Metal crashes into metal. Causally passing by. Everyone is okay. Making sure to see what happened They drop speed. The police attempt to make it through to the scene. Little to no debris. No never-mind to the expensive cars brought to a halt. The Mercedes Benz, the Porsche out of place slow moving along. A Black Nissan Sentra with two kids playing in the backseat. The other side is free to go as they please. Compared to most places this is nothing. Try New York. Atlanta. Texas to name a few. You just jump in, moving from point A to B. Life is admittedly too short to walk a great distance. A two car pileup a few miles ahead. Bumper to bumper no one gives space to breathe. A Cadillac honks in frustration. The Black Nissan honks back in attempt to get over. Inching closer to maneuver it's way in front. After everyone takes a glance at the pileup. Traffic is back to normal. The two kids continue to play like nothings happened
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Traffic In Memphis
Tantalize, tantalize, Divert my eyes, Say nothing, walk away, Don't look back with running salt. That's my lot in life. My health and safety act. Not a peripheral look, Not a squint, no mirrors. No looking back. No regrets. Forward.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Tantalize
In the back of the Bar, the spider sits in wait The fly strips its clothes
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Lust At (Haiku)
You're appearance was a distraction, From lonliness to satisfation. That didn't work out so well. Me alone. Nor did that. Would you be coming back, Penny? In clear weather. Move your hands to clear the cobweb haze? Pose for new pics. Talk about old times. Good times? What would we do? Camelots and forget-me-nots, Oysters and chilled wine, Myths. I don't know you. You're not the same. I know your name. So, so long. Way too long. I speak to you, Make small talk to greet you. But it's wrong. So very, very wrong. You're the same. You know my name. The man who worried and laughed too, Has gone. Dead. Then rose up. You're new. Our paths are overgrown With landmarks pointing Where once was home.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Where Once Was Home
An infant has no cares For affairs of any state, Outside its snotty, soiled, salty-eyed self. It needs no By whose authority. From a second passing glance, The child recognized individuality, Exerted some influence, But succumbs to authority. By the teens, there is control Over the body; offers suggestions, Some listen; Builds a matrix, Sits for ID, Moves from table to table, Much more careful of soiling. The third glance confirms the leap To twenty-one, a global adult Of the **** Erectus. Exposing clan colours, Digging trenches, eating meat. Soiled, salted and respected At fifty, and recognizing the conflict, The approach of incriminating retirement, Visitors commenting on the lack of edges, The smoothness of demeanor. Late life arrived before relaxation, And the falling off of directives. Who wants to **** with you And your remaining sanity. By whose authority do they act. I grow weary of worldly affairs As infancy nears.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
By Whose Authority
The pilot closed the door. Taking a brief moment to look around. Patting himself down opening the door then closing it back hesitantly. He walked past the vacant seats, inviting himself to the copilot seat in the cockpit. He leaned his head back, observing the silence that surrounded. Staring off into the clouds. His back seeped into comfort. Sliding down a bit further. His knees touching the dashboard to the controls. He searched the sky. The chair becoming a more enticing place to catch a Z or two. The plane landed about half an hour ago. Still he sat. Constantly opening then closing the door. Feeling the breeze of air pass across his face. Stretching his legs from being cramped in a tight compartment for so long. Watching the other planes come and go. The constant flicker of port side reflecting off his face. How easy it seems to go home. Continuing to nod off into a deep sleep. Listening to the other planes sail off into the distance. The luxury of dreams
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
Luxury
In contemporary belief. A archer went to a shaman for relief. A answer to ease fear of thoughts. Finding his way home, the trail of war became too much. He struggled with the regret of building a life away from what he knew. When he came to the shaman. The shaman hung his head low. Smelling the stinch of blood. Still he could not turn his back to the archer. When posed with the young archers question. He sat puzzled. Summering the long winded statement to "a great change must be made. Else all will fade." Knowing of the young archers longing for a maiden. The archer looked puzzled. Yet the shaman spoke nothing else. The young archer was called upon. A war broke on the opposing side. They needed his skill in fear that survival was utmost. Without time to think the archer grabbed his bow. His arrows and darted quickly in the direction the war has taken place. He quickly coiled arrow to bow. In repeated motion until none were left. A field of arrows covered the small space. War does something to a man. A brief clarity after the slaughter of contemplation. The shamans words dawned upon him like a snake. He darted to the shamans place in great discoverly. Finding that the shaman as well as his possessions were completely gone without trace. He darted back to the field. Searching through a forrest of arrow. A heart wrenching feeling stuck on his face. Guiding his way through the arrows he found a familar hand. Connected to a familar torso. A face stuck in agonizing eternity. The shamans words made more sense. Backing away from the body. Thinking deeply. Damning his hands. The thing that came as habit. He broke his bow in the reflection of his maiden's eyes. This war gone astray inside of him
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
War Of Arrows (Detailed)
In contemporary belief. A archer went to a shaman for relief. A answer to ease fear of thoughts. Finding his way home, the trail of war became too much. He struggled with the regret of building a life away from what he knew. When he came to the shaman. The shaman hung his head low. Smelling the stinch of blood. Still he could not turn his back to the archer. When posed with the young archers question. He sat puzzled. Summering the long winded statement to "a great change must be made. Else all will fade." Knowing of the young archers longing for a maiden. The archer looked puzzled. Yet the shaman spoke nothing else. The young archer was called upon. A war broke on the opposing side. They needed his skill in fear that survival was utmost. Without time to think the archer grabbed his bow. His arrows and darted quickly in the direction the war has taken place. He quickly coiled arrow to bow. In repeated motion until none were left. A field of arrows covered the small space. War does something to a man. A brief clarity after the slaughter of contemplation. The shamans words dawned upon him like a snake. He darted to the shamans place in great discoverly. Finding that the shaman as well as his possessions were completely gone without trace. He darted back to the field. Searching through a forrest of arrow. A heart wrenching feeling stuck on his face. Guiding his way through the arrows he found a familar hand. Connected to a familar torso. A face stuck in agonizing eternity. The shamans words made more sense. Backing away from the body. Thinking deeply. Damning his hands. The thing that came as habit. He broke his bow in the reflection of his maiden's eyes. This war gone astray inside of him
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There sat a biscuit. Watching everyone pass by as it sat behind the glass. Baked fresh, it wondered whose life it would come into. Spreading much delight. A divine purpose. Sat on a plate covered with other food. Covered in syrup. Meeting where reason becomes purpose. If it had legs, it would walk outside and advertise it's warm goodness. Covered in gravy, perhaps cheese. The world we live in. Fast food
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Fast Food
Their feathers surrounded by the many trees and the many houses that sit down below. They don't know the meaning of cages, why should they. The majority of them that are fortunate, The thoughts that make us feel in-etiquette. Self doubt, The reason their chrup's reign the highest. The majority that are fortunate. Rejoicing in the moment presented as now. Repenting with each flap of their wings. They are free. Sitting on top of cable wires and cable poles. Warming their feet. Taking the many offers the world presents to them as the things we overlook. A small reminder that silence is necessary
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
Birds