When you set sight on a: When you set sight on a jingle to write
like this one that calls Jenny a "ho."
from whence comes the urge that kickstarts the surge
that makes the words gather and go?
Or is ir a Muse, shod in sensible shoes
that brings your lines to gnition?
Does the "quiet and calm"* provide a smooth balm
that blossoms into fruition?
[* from the title of Wallace Stevens' poem, "The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm"]
It's no small thing to be a: It's no small thing to be a messenger, to be a willing a vessel of hope and restoration. Certainly you'll be rewarded, but for now, just know that you made all the difference. Every happiness, every blessing to you.
The poetry came back with: The poetry came back with beauty and wonder! And congratulations to you for taking the path of courage, hope and renewal: for choosing life! You should be proud of yourself. I know the struggles, and you certainly are not alone.
Thank you for your warm and candid reply.
Thank you, heart warming nostalgia: This is a beautiful, earthy tribute to both a person who touched your lives and our lasting human interconnectivity, when opened to it.
I appreciate all the kind: I appreciate all the kind words you've spoken. I haven't written poetry for nearly a decade, until recently, that is, I started writing again. My wife left me, and began an affair with two separate co-workers. Well... damn... in September I was planning on setting my affairs in order, writing a suicide note, and eating a bullet. I got help instead; had myself hospitalized, started seeing a therapist, started medication and resolved instead to live. And now, would you look at that, the poetry came back. Funny how it works that way...
SNAKE
I truly need to see the: SNAKE
I truly need to see the cia first to calm them down two to tel them who's boss and three to get some ai free help on my job
I'm not double dealing my reputation would be in tattersand I would loose support of the dark 4 days 3.15pm watch waitrose cameras Wiltshire there are 9 then call a cab. Where you want to meet won't work Oxfordshire please make a list we know u got 6 friends with piles
Thank you for those words. I: Thank you for those words. I am always astounded that I can hold the words of the StarMaker in between my two clumsy hands.