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Category Archives: writing
TO MY READERS
I want to say thanks to all who have read my blog over the years. I would ask that you please comment on what you like best. Also the project, “Raised by the Badge” is still in progress, comments on … Continue reading
“His Children’s Tears
“His Children”s Tears” Why does he write in the loneliness of night When the markings on the paper are hidden from the light It is the voice of his soul that only he can hear, only he can feel They … Continue reading
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“The Touch”
“The Touch” Hair is matted and dirty, his clothes are old and soiled, he smells of the street. His face mirrors a life on the street, old before his time, despair is now his life. Pride less, he begs … Continue reading
“Love is”
“Love is” Memories abound and my mind forms the words The ink stains the paper It flows from my pen Like the breath of my soul I write for the lonely For those who fear tomorrow For another day … Continue reading
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The 60’s
“60’s” The fifties end, the sixties begin, now in High School I’m in New books new friends, new studies, a medal I win One year of football, we tried hard to win My last two years, mostly a sin A … Continue reading
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To the people from other countries who have visited my blog, thank you and please your comments and views are welcomed
The 50’s
“Decades of Life” The fifties The school day begins with a game of tag Running and chasing the joy of the game Words from home soon forgotten “Don’t get dirty or I’ll spank your bottom” The sound of the … Continue reading
“The Sitting Giants”
“The Sitting Giants” By Roberto Juarez The little six-year-old sat huddled next to his father. Through the opening of their tent he could look out and see the nearby mountains. He watched as dark menacing clouds rolled over the top … Continue reading
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“We Never Said, Goodbye”
“We Never Said, Goodbye” The strong sense of certainty that comes with youth. The knowing that when the school day would end, that the very next day you would see your friends again, not the slightest doubt would enter … Continue reading
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“Remembering Dad”
“Remembering Dad” You spoke so seldom Your words were measured Your timing priceless Your wisdom shared Your cautions given You spoke so seldom You said so much How did you measure? How did you time? Those chosen words I heard … Continue reading
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