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Letter to My Great-Grandsons | poetrybyrit
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Poems and Musings by Roland Rit Anderson, age 96. Laquo; Vamoose Tea Party, Vamoose. Letter to My Great-Grandsons. June 30, 2014. Dear Trevor and Dylan,. Since you are leaders, please consider starting a youth movement: KAG (Kids against Guns) by organizing school KAG clubs that parade on schoolgrounds, and invite other schools to join. Teens turned the nation around in the 60’s and could do it is 2014….and YOU could start the whole movement. I have a lot of faith in you. June 30, 2014 at 1:45 pm. Instea...
Vamoose Tea Party, Vamoose | poetrybyrit
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Poems and Musings by Roland Rit Anderson, age 96. Letter to My Great-Grandsons. Vamoose Tea Party, Vamoose. December 11, 2013. The Tea Party which marked our nation’s rise has caused its fall. America once lauded everywhere is now being scorned by all. They’vee twisted free speech. Now hear our straight talk and call:. Vamoose Tea Part, Vamoose. Once, free people were grateful and honored your historic name. You stood for purity, unity and brought our nation world fame,. Vamoose Tea Party, vamoose. Creat...
Gratitude | poetrybyrit
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Poems and Musings by Roland Rit Anderson, age 96. Laquo; Letter to My Great-Grandsons. January 20, 2015. This is the last poem Rit sent me. Life is not always easy:. But I thank God for the mountains I must climb. And the power He gave me to scale them;. The frightening dangers I had to face. And the strength he provided to overcome them. Life is not easy:. I thank the Lord for adversities in life. That forced me to use gifts that He gave me;. For the road blocks in my path ahead. Roland W. Anderson.
Trust. | poetrybyrit
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Poems and Musings by Roland Rit Anderson, age 96. Laquo; Burying Deeds with Dirt. Vamoose Tea Party, Vamoose. September 16, 2013. Why must we march your way or my way, and not stride arm in arm? Why must I doubt you and you doubt me, believing we wish to harm? Should history’s hateful biases continue to block a safe tomorrow’s way? Should doubts of each other’s purposes destroy our best hopes for today? Perhaps it was not my words nor yours that set a new stage for peace. Roland W. Anderson. You are comm...
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Wednesday, April 6, 2011. Lied of the sea. I shouted your name. And only the sea responded. With the instant and avid. Foam of its waves. Through the chaos of water,. Like a fish that escapes. Far, far away against the drift. To a horizon of darkness. Where breeze is cool as mint. Loneliness and a parade. From The Emissaries (1984), by Alvaro Mutis. Translated by David Horacio Rosales Rojas. Posted by David Horacio Rosales Rojas. Monday, April 4, 2011. Where are you going, mister? What does it mean?
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poetrybyrit | Poems and Musings by Roland "Rit" Anderson, age 96
Poems and Musings by Roland Rit Anderson, age 96. January 20, 2015. This is the last poem Rit sent me. Life is not always easy:. But I thank God for the mountains I must climb. And the power He gave me to scale them;. The frightening dangers I had to face. And the strength he provided to overcome them. Life is not easy:. I thank the Lord for adversities in life. That forced me to use gifts that He gave me;. For the road blocks in my path ahead. Which caused me to use my mind to avoid or remove them.
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Poetry Sessions by Roderick Conwi. Let’s see what poetry can do :). 00 – About. 03 – Things I Learned Standing on the Other Side of the World. 01 – The Question. 02 – Boomerang. 04 – Star Chaser. 05 – What Now? 06 – Black Lining. 07 – Perfect Wonder. 08 – Wonders. 09 – Parallel. 10 – All I Can Do. Poems by Roderick Conwi. March 13, 2008 in Uncategorized. For more art by Roderick Conwi, go to http:/ www.myspace.com/roderickconwi. The Journey to Heaven. The Writer’s Workshop. Blog at WordPress.com.
Poetry By Ronnie | Oceans of words to be fished, and formed.
Oceans of words to be fished, and formed. June 18, 2015. A wash of gold adorns. While waning light departs. Twilight bids the sun farewell. Slipping away to realms afar. A shadow’s length in time. Enticing the slender smile. She answers to the tune. The summer’s sweet bouquet. A painted echo is recalled. February 21, 2015. We go the wrong way. It’s a promise that’s made. That’s been bended by brains. They laugh as you cry. Some are locked up forever. It’s taken then it’s took. You find the sky is falling.
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About the Blog Posts. About the Big Apple Poet. A Poetry Blog Site. Ruth Sabath Rosenthal,. A Big Apple poet and author. Ruth Sabath Rosenthal's Poetry Blog Site. Check out the poetic curriculum vitae “My Life – the Reel Story”. Dec 28, 2016. Ldquo;I’ll never know — the time has passed — like the Sunday shine on his shoes…”. This is a line from my poem “My Father’s Eyes” that appears in my book. Gone, but Not Easily Forgotten. Nov 03, 2016. Details of her long-kept secret. Not able to recover. Sep 08, 20...
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013. Where are the words? Where are the words to. Describe this feeling, for. That is all I do, I. Describe feelings, because. To feel them would be too. But this one cannot be. It’s there,. But I cannot tell you. It’s like when I felt scared. I was going to be sitting. On a street corner. With nothing to eat. It’s like when I felt excited. That there was something. That was going to. It’s like when I felt anxious. Because I didn’t know. What to do next,. And thought I would. She ke...
