poemsofamisfit.blogspot.com
Poems and reflections
Poetry is a catharsis of emotions.a venting.of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Saturday, 6 April 2013. Requiem for my grandfather. For as long as I can remember, everybody who knew him told us that he was a great man. A loving...
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Blog de poemsofanangel - un ange qui à souffert, mais qui grâce à l'amitié revit. - Skyrock.com
Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. Un ange qui à souffert, mais qui grâce à l'amitié revit. Mise à jour :. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je termine ici aussi, a quoi ca sert d'ecrire pour que tout le monde voit. J'ecrirai ailleurs, a l'abri des regards. N'oublie pas que les propos injurieux, racistes, etc. sont interdits par les conditions générales d'utilisation de Skyrock et que tu peux être identifié par ton adresse internet (67.219.144.170) si quelqu'un porte plainte. Ou poster avec :. N'oublie p...
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poems of an inner life
Poems Of An Inner Life. Poems Of An Inner Life originates from a life lived with mental illness, its impact and the search to recover understanding, meaning and hope. Nevertheless the threat of depression never left us. Between episodes of depression my mother's anxiety was a latent reminder of its presence. Like a psychological tinnitus it fluctuated in its intensity and didn't allow her to find much peace or happiness. My mother would say, "It's a great life if you don't weaken". Letter For Mr Bruce.
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poemsofapilgrim | "Your statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage." (Ps. 119:54)
About POEMS OF A PILGRIM. October 21, 2012 · 1:06 PM. HE HAS BEEN GOOD. Did I ever think that my earthly pleasures would be so deep or my rewards this side of heaven, so great? Filed under Daily Walk. March 14, 2012 · 9:46 AM. FOR NOW, OR FOR ETERNITY? In other words, this is not our permanent address. Are we holding to our lifestyles loosely enough that we can be uprooted or repositioned, should God so choose for us? HIS GLORY AND JOY. What shall I hear from my Savior. When alone in His presence I stand.
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Poems of Awakening, Edited by Betsy Small
An International Anthology of Spiritual Poetry. Poems unfold, and in unfolding, nourish and awaken one to the joyfulness of the present moment and the sense of being part of. What Walt Whitman calls a vast similitude which interlocks all . It is this awakening, experienced through both yoga and poetry,. Which inspired Betsy Small to create. You don't have to be a poetry lover, a yogi, or a meditation practitioner to appreciate these timeless and deeply felt poems, which invite readers of.
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BUPENDA
The world of Bupenda embraces the entire universe and humanity which loves literature,drama,poetry,philosophy,intellectualism and spiritualism. Saturday, September 5, 2009. Make me blind" - 2009 August. She who is beautiful doesn't glitter,. She who glitters is not beautiful,. Gracefully like a queen,she walks;. Elegantly like a princess,she smiles. To me,the key to all my joy,she carries;. To me,the path to all my success,she knows;. To me,the pain to all my failure,she understands;. Silently,I trust her.
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Poems of Childhood | Remembering the songs, poems, stories, and games of yesteryear!
Remembering the songs, poems, stories, and games of yesteryear! August 1, 2015. August 1, 2015. Joyous Times Day 11: Autumn Days and How Tom Will Not Scratch Baby. Summer will soon be over. Sad, I know! Here is another poem pertaining to the field. It seems like a simple, quiet life, doesn’t it? July 29, 2015. August 1, 2015. Joyous Times Day 10 – The Crow and How a Dog Took in ‘The Times’. June 1, 2015. June 1, 2015. Joyous Times Day 9 – Can Kites Be Made of Use and Four Years Old. George … Conti...
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Poems of Consolation | during illness | Poems of Consolation
Through Corridors of Light. Through Corridors of Light. Oh Rose, Thou Art Sick. In a Dark Time, the E. Cure me with Quietness. Look to this Day. Seasons of Beauty and. I Said to My Soul, Be. Open Hands: Poems by Jan Williams. Writing Therapy by Linda Martinson. Poems of Consolation and Hope during Illness. Poetry can have a powerful healing effect on sufferers from serious illness, whether. Go to About Poetry Therapy. For more about this.). Through Corridors of Light. To see what poems it contains and ho...
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Poems of Day Saint Valentine
Poems of Day Saint Valentine. Martes, 14 de febrero de 2012. POEMS OF DAY SAINT VALENTINE. And so are you. And so are they. That send you this. And when we meet. We'll have a kiss. Miguel Angel Reyes 7-1. Enviar por correo electrónico. Suscribirse a: Entradas (Atom). POEMS OF DAY SAINT VALENTINE ROSES ARE RED Roses a. Ver todo mi perfil. Plantilla Picture Window. Imágenes de plantillas de pederk. Con la tecnología de Blogger.
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The Collected Poems of Dewi Nova
The Collected Poems of Dewi Nova. Sabtu, 01 Oktober 2011. Indonesia.Puisi Puisi Sakit Hati. Digerogoti habis front yang membelanya. Indonesia lagi lemah, 27 Juni 2010. Di plang-plang pinggir jalan. Menonton kelompok pembuat kerusakan menyerang warganya. Indonesia lagi pengecut, 27 Juni 2010. Tunggangi komunal selagi bisa. Atas nama moral komunal. Bahkan kau bisa bunuh rahim yang melahirkanmu. Indonesia lagi bodoh, 27 Juni 2010. Tapi membesar dalam makna hidup nyata? Besar sekali. berapakah angkanya?
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jus read to relax
Jus read to relax. Tuesday, February 15, 2011. Behold, ye, the lone. Behold, ye, the lone oldman looking at the gate,. His son, longing for long for a tea and chat;. The day he tied his wedding knot is the last. To see his son, since then five years past. Alone, confined himself to a little room he owns,. Spends tiresomely the days till Death summons;. An orphan to the world, though has he a son,. Moans his fate that destines him to have none. Caring words he never heard, nor the caressing touch. எனĮ...
