Poetry, Word of the Day

Embracing the Dawn

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Checkpoint

At a checkpoint, I now stand,
With memories gathered like grains of sand.
The past, though etched in every line,
Is a tale I’m ready to redefine.

Each moment’s weight begins to lift,
I seek the present, a precious gift.
Letting go of shadows that linger near,
I embrace the dawn, the path is clear.

What comes next is mine to choose,
A canvas wide, no fear to lose.
With every step, I feel the sun,
A journey anew has just begun.

So here I am, with open heart,
In this chapter, I play my part.
The past behind me, I take a breath,
In living fully, I conquer death.

Poetry

Unplugging Bliss

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In chaos, I find my way,
With pencil and music, I sway.
Lines on paper, thoughts set free,
A moment of peace, just for me.

Nature’s whispers, soft and true,
Joshua’s embrace, skies so blue.
A park bench calls, the world unfolds,
In quiet moments, my heart consoled.

Learning to pause, a tender art,
Breathing in calm, it soothes my heart.
In stillness, I gather, I rise above,
Finding my center, wrapped in love.

Poetry

A Time Before the Web

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In days of old, before the screens,
We sought our truth in books and dreams.
With library shelves, we’d roam and search,
In every nook, our knowledge would perch.

With patience strong, we’d take our time,
Each page we turned, a mountain to climb.
Dictionaries thick, we learned to read,
Valuable skills were planted as seed.

No instant answers at our fingers’ touch,
Yet every moment felt so much.
Life was slower, yet rich and bright,
A different world, full of delight.

Commentary

The Daily Extra #12

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Weird Fun Facts

Fun and Quirky Oddities

We are more creative in the shower.

I have to agree with this. I know that I come up with a lot of what I do in the shower ☺️😂

    Poetry

    Whispers of Joshua Tree

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    Oh Joshua Tree, it has been a spell
    I need to visit soon, I can already tell
    How I have missed you, under the sky so free
    And the things I can see, make my soul flee

    Poetry

    Holding You in my Heart

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    In the quiet of the night,
    Fears creep in, a bubbling fright.
    Thoughts of being all alone,
    Without a friend, a heart, a home.

    Life feels tough, the path unclear,
    A helping hand can calm my fear.
    A partner’s voice, a family’s care,
    Brings warmth and love, a bond so rare.

    With every day, I take a step,
    Facing doubts, I won’t forget.
    I’ll find the strength to stand up tall,
    For in my heart, love conquers all.

    Poetry

    Toast to the Virtual Realm

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    There once was a time of routine,

    Where attending meant being seen.

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    But in this new age,

    We sit on a virtual stage,

    With faces on screens that are clean.

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    No longer do we gather in crowds,

    Or walk through busy city ploughed.

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    Our meetings are online,

    A new way to align,

    But oh, how we miss the real sounds.

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    We now click the link to attend,

    A virtual world we must blend.

    –

    No handshakes or hugs,

    Just tiny camera shrugs,

    Oh, how we long for the end.

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    We see each other through pixels,

    But our connection is still critical.

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    Though it may not feel right,

    It’s our reality in sight,

    As we navigate this new ritual.

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    So let’s raise a glass to the screen,

    For it’s the only way we can convene.

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    But soon we’ll reunite,

    In person, it’ll be right,

    Until then, virtual will reign supreme.

    Poetry

    The Cheerful Reaper

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    The Grim Reaper is a sight to see,
    With cloak and scythe, as tall as can be.
    He roams around with a wicked grin,
    But don’t worry, he’s just here to win!

    With a laugh that sends shivers down your spine,
    He’s not as scary as he seems, most of the time.
    So if you meet him, don’t let out a peep,
    He’s just doing his job, so let him reap!

    Challenges, Poetry

    Curly Dreams

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    RDP Wednesday: HAIR

    All my life I longed for curls galore,
    Not straight and sleek—oh, I wanted more!
    With twists and loops, I’d bounce down the street,
    Dancing and twirling, life felt so sweet.

    But mornings were tough, my hair on a mission,
    Flat and rebellious, oh, the frustration!
    Then one day I found a magical foam,
    Gave my hair curls—now it feels like home!

    So here’s to the curls that swirl in the air,
    Finally, I’ve got the hair I declare!

    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.