Poetry

Pristine Lights 

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Pristine beams of light.

Dancing every day and night.

A beautiful sight.

Bringing peace and harmony

Nature’s wondrous delight.

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Commentary

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By the number

4,862

Ring count of Prometheus, a bristlecone pine tree cut down for research purposes in 1964 by U.S. Forest Service personnel in eastern Nevada. Scientist believe the tree may have been more than 5,000 years old, making it the oldest non-clonal organism ever discovered.

Poetry

Ego’s Costume

A person named Ego had quite the persona,
Always thinking highly, like a majestic iguana.
But deep down inside, beneath the bravado and pelf,
Lay a tiny, insecure, and fragile self.

Poetry

Memories

The memories of time spent together.
will always warm my heart
How I miss those days
where we would spend hours doing nothing

But those are gone
The echoes of laughter linger still,
In moments that time cannot fulfill.
Chasing shadows beneath the stars,
Dreaming of futures, unmarked by scars.

Though seasons have changed and paths diverged,
In the tapestry of life, our memories surged.
I carry your smile, a beacon of light,
Guiding me gently through the darkest of nights.

So here’s to the days, both joyful and sweet,
To the warmth of your presence, each moment a treat.
Though distance may grow and life pull us apart,
You’ll always be cherished, forever in my heart.

Poetry

Color Swirls

Color swirls in the morning light,
Delight in hues that play and blend,
A canvas bright, igniting delight.
Blend the visions that never end.

Delight in hues that play and blend,
As nature’s canvas, colors mend.
Not knowing when each one ends
Delight in hues that play and blend,

Color swirls in the morning light,
Delight in hues that play and blend,
A canvas bright, igniting delight.
Blend the visions that never end

Poetry

Mystery in My Jacket

Oh my! what is this
hidden away in my jacket
I haven’t seen it in ages
what am I going to do with it?

Perhaps it’s a forgotten note
or a trinket with a story to tell
An old photograph or a coin
Lost in time, waiting to be found

Whatever it is, it’s a little mystery
A glimpse into my own history
I’ll savor the moment, take a pause
And appreciate this unexpected cause

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Fun Fact

Mary Edward Walker, who served as a surgeon for the Union Army during the Civil War, is the only female recipient of the U.S. Army Medal of Honor.

Poetry

Star in the Night


In the night, so far,
A flicker of hope, a guiding spark,
Wishes whispered, dreams take flight,
In the cosmos, a dance of light.
With every twinkle, stories unfold,
Secrets of the universe, silently told.
Infinite beauty, a timeless art,
You’re the wish that lives in my heart.

Poetry

Silence Echoes

In valleys deep where silence reigns,
An echo bounces, a song that remains,
It speaks of stories, of laughter and pain,
A timeless refrain that will always sustain.