Month: July 2025

Poetry

Love’s Waiting Light

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Baggage

In the still of the night, questions take flight,
Will someone ever love me, and hold me tight?
I walk with my baggage, a heavy heart’s weight,
A journey of sorrows that plays on my fate.

Each piece of my past, like stones in my pack,
A story of heartache that I can’t hold back.
Yet in the shadows, a flicker of hope,
That love, warm and gentle, can help me cope.

I dream of a day when I’ll lay down my load,
And find in another a shared, winding road.
Together we’ll navigate the fears that I hide,
With trust as our compass, and hearts open wide.

So here I stand still, beneath starlit skies,
Embracing the journey, with love as my prize.
Though I carry my baggage, I’ll trust in the spark,
That love has a way of igniting the dark.

Commentary

The Daily Extra #10

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 From the world’s best of bad jokes and puns,

Why did the termites give up on eating the grandfather clock?

It was too time-consuming

Poetry

Inner Peace Pyramid

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Warm feeling inside grows each minute.
No need to worry or stress now.
Just enjoying the time here
Sitting and pondering
About all & nothing.
Now enjoying
Protecting
Inner
Peace

Poetry

Classroom Sunrise

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A great teacher shines like the morning sun,
Warming hearts and minds, they inspire everyone.
With a spark of knowledge, they light up the way,
Fostering love for learning, come what may.

Inspiring the restless, the lost, and the shy,
Their kindness a beacon, reaching deep into the sky.
Approachable, friendly, with passion they teach,
In every small moment, they strive to reach.

Adaptable spirits, with patience they stand,
Listening intently, with a gentle hand.
Always improving, they seek to grow,
A guiding light in the classroom’s glow.

So here’s to the teachers, both near and far,
For lifting our spirits and raising the bar.
In their endless warmth, we find our place,
A haven for learning, a nurturing space.

Poetry

Drawers of the Soul

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In the stillness of the night, dreams draw near,
Whispers of the heart, only the soul can hear.

In the drawer of the mind, memories unfold,
Stories of the past, both cherished and told.

Sketches of the past, intricately drawn,
Bright colors of laughter, shadows of the dawn.

In the heart’s hidden drawer, emotions spawn,
A tapestry woven from dusk until dawn.

Poetry

Great Canine Heist

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There once was a pack of dogs,
With a loyalty that sparked no fogs.
They made a bold pact,
To get their gold back,
From the sly, sneaky cats in their clogs.

Commentary

The Daily Extra #8

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 Mindful movement

Take a few deep breaths, pause just before you begin, and then examine a flower. Pay attention to each part of it. How did the petals look? Are the leaves smooth or serrated? How does it smell?