Cycle

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BETHANY SHRIEVER OLYMPIC...

My heart was captivated this morning by a BMX race
Bethany Shriever of Britain was aiming for first...

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Stitches

Stitches

The world lays in tatters,
Torn by its own beauty,
Flooded,
Burnt,
Shredded,...

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Running Scared

Quit Running

Running Scared

Left foot, right foot
back and forth
Faster, faster please
these issues might
...

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Cycle

Cycle

In every drup of water
an entire ocean
is hiding.

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Ode to the Old

Ode to the Old

Every time I write a sonnet

I be feelin like Im at
War
With just my nerves shakes n a...

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Cycle of knowledge

Cycle of knowledge

Little children are so innocent
they are just too young to know
what kind of world we really...

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Album from 1968

Songs over half a century old
Still great sounds to behold
Endured times test
Other...

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~ The Dying Seed ~

~ The Dying Seed ~

On shores of constants
In times of need
Crowd the huddled masses
Nurture, the dying...

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The sunflower / The sun...

I feed on light
the glow of the sun does warm me so
it is far but its nearness breathes a...

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~ THE DYING SEED ~

{the uniqueness of man}

~ THE DYING SEED ~

On shores of constants
In times of need
Crowd the huddled masses
Grows the dying seed...

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Mother Nature’s Procreation

Mother Nature’s Procreation

Its all going on amidst the forest floor
Scattered leaves strewn everywhere
Dropping,...

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Our Cycle of Continuity

Our Cycle of Continuity

There are reasons for the quarterly seasons in our calender year, a cycle of continuity with colourful...

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Her weathered wheel

Her weathered wheel

Mother Nature’s cycle of her season has turned her weathered wheel once more, she has said farewell to...

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Anorexic

I flushed the toilet and watched my lunch spiral until it disappeared
I wiped my mouth with some...

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Where is that sock? Where...

Where is that sock? Where can it be?

Smelly socks upon our feet smouldering amidst the sweaty heat, covering heals and smothering toes.. one’s...

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The 4 seasons

The 4 seasons

I still remember,
When we were younger
In the summer the days were longer, rising early going...

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Circles

Circles

When I was little I learned about a lot of things in school.

I learned about shapes. Like triangles...