Poetry

Inner Dawn

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The radiance of life is in you
Believe and it will be true

Let your inner light shine through
It will change your view

The journey begins when you embrace you.
Take a moment and begin to pursue

The strength within will guide you anew,
As you rise with the dawn, breaking through.

Poetry

The Dancing Thong

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In a bustling city throng,
There danced a lone thong,
It bounced and pranced all along,
Singing a strange old song.

With a ping and a pong,
It captivated the throng,
Gathering a curious throng,
To join in the odd, merry song.

Commentary

The Daily Extra # 33

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To get some money, it’s essential to be very clear about what kind of life will truly make you happy. And be honest. What kind of experiences and possessions will support you in the work you want to do and in the type of life you’d love to live- Jen Sincero

Poetry

Love’s Eternal Art

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Missing someone is like an empty space,

A void that cannot be filled.

A longing for their presence,

A heart that constantly yearns.

It’s like a piece of me is gone,

A puzzle with a missing piece.

Life feels incomplete,

Without you by my side.

I miss the sound of your laughter,

The warmth of your embrace.

The way you held my hand,

And wiped away my tears.

Days and nights pass by,

But the feeling remains the same.

The memories we shared,

Are all that I have left.

I long for your voice,

To hear you say my name.

I miss the way you looked at me,

With love in your eyes.

Every moment without you,

Seems never-ending.

I count down the days,

Till we can be together again.

My heart aches for you,

In ways I never knew.

Missing you is a constant battle,

That I am yet to win.

But I hold on to the hope,

That one day we’ll reunite.

And all this pain and longing,

Will fade away in the light.

Until then, I’ll keep missing you,

With every beat of my heart.

For no matter how far apart we are,

We are connected by love’s eternal art.

Poetry

Unconventional Strength

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Pathetic, feeble, weak I may seem,
But in my mind, I reign as supreme.
With muscles like noodles, and no strength to speak,
I’m a champion in the game of being unique.

I may lift a feather and call it a feat,
While others carry boulders down the street.
My feeble attempts at looking tough,
End up being laughably not so rough.

Pathetic, feeble, weak, they say with a grin,
But I embrace it all and take it on the chin.
For in my world, strength is overrated,
I’ll stick to being me, never outdated.

Commentary

The Daily Extra # 32

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Fun Fact

Pablo Picasso’s birth name was Pablo Diego Jose Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno Maria de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santisima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso. He was named after a variety of relatives and saints

Poetry

Breaking Through

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I wake up with a heavy heart,

Filled with thoughts that tear me apart.

Negativity clouds my mind,

Leaving no room for peace to find.

I see the world through a darkened lens,

Unable to see the beauty that transcends.

My thoughts are consumed by fear and doubt,

Leaving me feeling lost and without.

I try to shake off this heavy weight,

But it clings to me with relentless hate.

I long for the light to break through,

And lift me from this darkened view.

But for now, I must face the day,

With a mindset that leads me astray.

I know that I must find a way,

To break free from this negative sway.

So I’ll take a deep breath and try to see,

The good that surrounds and sets me free.

I’ll push through the darkness and find the light,

And banish this negativity from my sight.

Poetry

Embrace of Peace

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Settle the argument, end the strife,
No more remorse, let’s embrace life.
Arguments fade, as love takes flight,
Settle in peace, let your hearts unite.

Poetry, Three Things Challenge

Dancing Saints

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Three Things Challenge #MM125

Your three words today are:
SATISFY
SAINT
SPARSE

In a land where the saints like to play,
They danced in fields of flowers all day.
But the blooms were sparse, just a few in sight,
They twirled and laughed, what a silly delight!

With each joyful jump, they felt so free,
Their happiness swelled, oh, so satisfied!
In the bright sunshine, under skies so blue,
The saints spread giggles, a funny crew!

Poetry

Weight of Words

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Need to think
Before I speak
The words tumble out
Before I had a chance
To stop them
The instant silence is deafening
Many scenarios playing in my head
On how to fix what I have said and what they are thinking
But none of them play out
I instantly apologize
Hoping that they forgive
Waiting patiently