Category: fly
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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Flash
The flies buzz Their noises cut through laughter and conversation Sailing on the breeze Hanging in the trees Whispering in your ear The move delicately But they can be drawn near to the light They circulate lamp posts While playing tag They live for adventure Leaving this world in a flash To enjoy happiness as…
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Sounds Like Love
What is poetry to me? It is love And everything in-between Whether it is two heart forever intertwined Or a neck colliding with a bee sting It equates to so much But at the same time it feels like nothing It unravels me like a rope With dangling cords It’s flies high like eagles It…
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On My Father’s Shoulders
Today, I saw a toddler sitting on his father’s shoulders. It touched my heart to see the glee and the excitement in his eyes. It reminded me of my Dad and the wonderful moments we shared. Fathers are so important. I don’t think western society gives them the love and recognition that they deserve oftentimes.…
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Simple Beauty
You fly on an easy breeze. Slow motion wings moving with peace. Your presence makes the moment lovely for me. Landing on leaves and grass like happiness flowing to a better place. Come near me… so I can feel the hum of your day going by slowly. No need to rush. You remind me to…
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Thought: You Are a Sparkler
You are the fun that left the room when the celebration fizzles out. Sparklers lit for less than a minute add brightness to partially lit places. That’s why you are sorely missed. Because the absence of glittering illumination makes the heart grow fonder. So keep glowing baby. Flickering fireflies compete with your illustrious splendor. Love…
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The Gift of Prayer
My auntie died two weeks ago and it hit me hard. It feels like every time I come up for air, my naive lungs take in water. But nevertheless, I have come to the reality that time is not guaranteed. It is only granted to blessed souls for a limited amount of time. And when…
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The Mission of Writers
Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
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Waiting
Waiting Restless hearts want to know… How far does your love go? Does it swing to the bedrock of a damp soul? Or does it soar like an eagle in mid-flight? Does it vanish during the day? Then exhume at night? Is it the peak of hope? Or the plains in-between? Could it be the…
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