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Thankfulness

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Love and gratitude.

I was prepared to pray
when I woke this morning to the light of day, as light shone down upon my...

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One little thank you ?

One little thank you ?

When I rescued you from solace did you care
After I brought back your self esteem that wasn’t there...

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"The Most Glorious...

"The Most Glorious Story!"

"Oh the utter daftness,
of we,
to think we know better,
than The Creator of The...

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Anyone for Coffee?

Anyone for Coffee?

Awakening to coffee and celebrating dawn
tad of heavenly bliss, a new day is born
If I happen...

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GREEN STRIPED SWEATER MAN

A man with a green striped sweater sat next to me
He told me his life story as you are about to see...

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The humble stone

The humble stone

The noble stone;
Amusing,In its own.
Protecting in silence.
Carved into throne....

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A Living Reminder

A Living Reminder

I remember visually I woke in chains,
unable to move a prisoner to pain.

Still so young...

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"What He Did On That...

"What He Did On That Cross!"

"In active addiction,
I couldn't see the forest,
for the trees,
but I can now,
...

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My Meaning

My Meaning

Sporadic mortal vessel amidst vespers,
Fists clenched, whitened, brittle,
Astute in hidden...

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The Loaf

The Loaf

The bread was in the oven,the aroma was tantalizing,
the dough was rising in anticipation of company...

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Untitled

Are you there
besides in our prayer
i thought you were gone
then you made me aware...

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I Pray

I Pray

Morning bells of temples
The muezzin's first azaan
The toll for the mass
Monks'...

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Women

Women

With grace and love, you gave birth to this world
Of all creatures you stand, beautiful and strong...

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Alma Rose Davidson -2

Alma Rose Davidson -2

Driving along the motorway
She rings her Dad on hands free
It’s the third call she’s made to...

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THE CLOTHES THAT HE WORE

The hat that he wore upon his head
Looked ridiculous it has to be said
The trousers he wore...

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IN NINE MONTHS TIME

It was an endless summer day in the middle of June
We were playing Scrabble the day would be...