The most useful secret agents Are those who don’t know the secre… That they are agents of warfare
’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, Where vo’k be out a-meaeken hay; Where men an’ women, in a string, Do ted or turn the grass, an’ zing… Wi’ cheemen vaices, merry zongs,
Vorgi’e me, Jenny, do! an’ rise Thy hangen head an’ teary eyes, An’ speak, vor I’ve a-took in lie… An’ I’ve a-done thee wrong; But I wer twold,—an’ thought 'twe…
Mothers Woke up Smiled Got up Got the children up
Mothers back in God’s garden Continue to heal with gratitude loving your Mom Nourish the spirit she gave you in her womb...
Emerging from a dense forest, where shadows move mysteriously and secrets are hidden in every corner. Each tree, each leaf has a story of love and loss, a silent goodbye. Grief is a sol...
Damascus, the city where steel is… A forge for the mind, a source of… Where thoughts blend and expand, Minds, like steel, are tempered an… Just as Damascus steel emerges fr…
Strength, a fortress, standing tal… In the midst of challenges, enduri… It’s not the absence of fear, but… In the face of struggles, it’s the… Endurance is the flame that refuse…
the crests of the wavelets shimmer in the late afternoon sun momentarily blinding her as she gazed into the horizon the crimson disk
Expansion. Mind expansion. Consciousness expansion.
Celestial messengers of the Lord, Singing His praises, spreading Hi… Angels all around us, yet out of o… Ready to comfort by day or by nigh… Divine, serene, emissaries of ligh…
Faith and trust fit seamlessly tog… Like a hand inside of a tailored g… Though the Lord is unseen, have n… Of His Holy presence, or the full… When dreams start to fade and hope…
We were once children. Worry-free and guided by worried p… Our parents, full of care and comp… Abundant in love, pouring it all o… We were always one of these.
My love for you is the idealized v… Great authors that weave words wit… Portraying that ideal. Emotionally captivating readers fa… However, is our story together fin…
They say work a 9 to 5 to have a s… I praise anyone who manages this. However, for the rest of us mere m… When times get tough, time to toug… The stress building up, skyscraper…
You’re a philosopher. Teaching me about love. Never talking down, just enlighten… Your arguments sound. Never nonsensical.
I dreamed, I dreamed of an escape… From the trappings of horrid tribu… Rack with the endless surmountable… I dreamed of a place, to leave thi… To a fantasy that was like reality…
From my crooked teeth to the botto… My soul amongst all souls. None yearns more for her more than… Like a wine stain stuck in the fol… No matter what I do.
You really want me to blow up the… Cash my check and I’ll show you h… Scars on my back aren’t as easily… Breaking down these walls – most… Shake waves if you want to make it…
Waves can come crashing in like a ton of bricks. All my wrongdoings taking back their licks. High walls and swift.
And as the waves crashed in I knew what I was meant to do. Hell, who am I kidding? I have always known. Like, this was
Egg shells, on edge, on the ledge So many trains barreling through m… As the clock ticks on Mine, is out of time. Remedies flood my brain
Waiting for the other shoe to drop… On edge, tiptoe in the cornfield. Rip off the bandaid won’t you? It’s all become too much. Tight rope walking, one wrong move
the Way of St James the power of faith prevailed along camino St James rough land akin to rough seas mythical argonauts sailed
What if, on that day, I had chose… What if, on that day, I had suppr… What if, on that day, I had chose… What if, on that day, I had remai… Would our fates have intertwined,…
You’re like my poems, left undone, Plangent verses, 'neath the sun. I wish your love lingered, a bit m… Now I’m stranded on this desolate… How did you cling to the edges of…
The brook I left below the rank Ov alders that do sheaede his bank… A-runnen down to dreve the mill Below the knap, 's a runnen still; The creepen days an’ weeks do vill
By Stanley Collymore Kate Middleton sorely missed by the MSM, the pensioners and the other sycophants? Thank God for that! For what real…
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In the city’s dark corners, where… There’s a whole other world, where… Where broken souls huddle, lost an… Their stories untold, their hearts… On streets where hope’s just a dis…