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Work is my favorite activity, for it allows me to meet fascinating people. Such people, I find, broaden my perspectives in so many ways. Reading is a favorite hobby of mine also, especially important biographies. There are many pursuits I have chosen for

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Freedom: 6 of 268

Freedom shall forever rest, upon the shoulders of those who unfailingly meet the test, and with the gift of a year or two spent in faraway places, ever so far doing the work others will not do, their mission is known, and on par with ancestral guidance, do they renew vows of loyalty to those left behind, those same others wh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love does not die: 14 of 298

Forever And Beyond How but to slow the clock ticking away my time forever reminding me there are hills yet to climb obstacles placed in my path by only me I realize here I stand on the golden shore reaching out with my eyes for she with the auburn hair she whose love I have lost will it ever be this way if it is then what a ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I long for you: 22 of 328

Longing For You I remember the many nights, each of them when all about me, so threatening, at times so vile, I saw your face with that familiar smile But it was only a dream, a bad one too. Many have been the moments, in the vagueness of faded light, when I wondered why it was you were taken from me Such a monstrous void ex...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In my dreams: 18 of 196

Flowers Of The Mind Pansies and daffodils scattered about and tulips and hyacinths too all may be where love blooms anew in this place where I found you once in an earlier time carefree and happy were we do you remember can you still see our ship afloat on the roiling sea when children laughed for all to hear and you and I g...
Arts & Humanities > Writing (Other) Is writing slowly becoming a lost art?: 4 of 39

I would argue that writing is not becoming a lost art, slowly, or otherwise. For as long as man shall tread the earth with others as companions, so too, will there be both a need, and a desire to memorialize their mutually shared experiences. In the earliest of times, we have witnessed the remarkable paintings left on the wa...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasizing: 2 of 19

My heart tells me to go on, and in my mind, the seeds are sown, of what color shall the flowers be, those flowers in my mind. With each new day that dawns, more of the same, no less the pain, and the flowers, still not born, remind me , how could they not of times past, times I knew well, times when all was alive, even mysel...
Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values Why we make mistakes: 14 of 129

A mistake is made. The consequences pour forth. For each mistake, there is the concomitant necessity to atone, and to let the sorrows flow. Mistakes offer us unintended places of no charm, no colorful skies, nor anything particularly useful. Mistakes are every bit the product of someone's inability to know the better way of ...
Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values Are people inherently good?: 6 of 54

To believe that goodness is not in the heart of man, is to believe not in the very heart of man. Goodness is instilled at the moment of conception, and survives the strains of birth itself. A child smiles, and an enraptured throng are witness to the fledgling's first signs of initial goodness. Why is that, one may ask? Simpl...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Taking our freedoms for granted: 2 of 17

Quite a phrase, isn't it? "Taking our freedoms for granted". Why should we not take for granted, that gift which God has given to us? No man, or government institution, has it within their granted power to take what is not theirs to take. Freedom, human freedom, stands on a granite pillar carved with the blood of thousands o...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Redemption: 14 of 93

A beating heart, in furious rhythm burns with a darkened knowledge, of something that dims the soul, and the spirit as well What is it that dogs a man and offers no relief, what is it, he asks, knowing full well A line is crossed, immorally so and with it comes the price to pay in currency of little value, but to you, and to...