Tag: poems
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Recently – Poems
Torn – I was torn apart, Away from what I knew. One day I was put back together, And it was all because of you. – M L Wood My Home – I search inside, Looking for my home. There I find you, And I know, I’ll never be alone. – M L Wood
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An Ode To My Wife
I am but a man. Yet, because of you, I am also more than that. You make moments like these ever more meaningful, ever more dear to my heart, and I hope you know that you’re loved more than these flimsy words could ever portray. I was struck by this flower, it reminded me of…
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A Man and His Dog
As we breathe in, and out, He is there. When we smile or laugh or cry, He is there. As the sun sets, And world fades into the darkest of nights, He is there. When the bones ache, And the memories have started to fade, In your heart, He will always, be there. – M…
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The Man and His Soul
What is a man’s soul but a collection of all he has known, seen or heard. The metaphysical umbrella that is “him”. Yet, also, what is not him. The soul is what man could be, will be and all of the previous generations that have come before, wrapped neatly into a bag of bones that…
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A Brush Stroke
With the stroke of a brush one can forever change the colour of a room. The same can be said of one’s words, choose them wisely. – M L Wood
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Faith In Values
Ones positive emotions are tenuous, fleeting and inextricably linked to value systems. That is to say, that one must have faith in ideals, certain beliefs and values. All of this pertains as to how you perceive, interact and cope with the world around you. Faith is embodied wisdom. And through this faith in something bigger…
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Pride As a Tool
The Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard once said, “A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.” I mirror Kierkegaard’s sentiment. One must look inward when considering their own psychological strengths and weaknesses, with…
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The Bees
My eyes close. I hear them. The bees. They are doing what bees do. The sound is so clear, so concise, its hard to distinguish where it ends, and where I begin. Wait. Perhaps there is no beginning or end. No! Merely sensory input, that insists on being interpreted in such binaries. Such a tragic…
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Play – The Forgotten Artform
I’m sure you’ve been around someone who has scoffed at the sight of another adult playfully being “immature” or “goofing around” and, if you’re like me, you too may have felt strange. I love to see it, play is an integral part of being a human and I say the more we play, the better…
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Rebirth
Volcanoes are like the seasons destroyers, to be sure perhaps, we should be in awe. fire and ice, they are, creators of life. a phoenix, reborn we often, only mourn. Let us take a moment, to remember, the illusion its all – evolution. please – love, don’t fear, the end is always near. smile, rebirth…
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