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Thread: Firemajic's Daily Dose of Poetic Inspiration

  1. #931
    Sas, I am madly in love with this poem... the first line hooked me completely.... loveIT.... thank you so much for posting it....
    If you are a writer, reach a reader
    If you are a fighter, teach a leader
    If you are a lover, touch a leper
    If this has helped you, thank you, reader

    If you can read this, teach a thinker

    Author: Lynn Loschky



    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  2. #932

    Joy Of The Morning

    I hear you, little bird
    shouting a-swing above the broken wall.
    Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all.
    Sing to my soul, in the deep still wood:
    'Tis beautiful beyond the wildest word:
    I'd tell it too, if I could.

    Oft when the white, still dawn
    lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart,
    I felt it like a glory in my heart,
    [the world's mysterious stir]
    but had no throat like yours ,my bird,
    nor such a listener.

    Author: Edwin Markham
    If you are a writer, reach a reader
    If you are a fighter, teach a leader
    If you are a lover, touch a leper
    If this has helped you, thank you, reader

    If you can read this, teach a thinker

    Author: Lynn Loschky



    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  3. #933
    Quote Originally Posted by Firemajic View Post
    I hear you, little bird
    shouting a-swing above the broken wall.
    Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all.
    Sing to my soul, in the deep still wood:
    'Tis beautiful beyond the wildest word:
    I'd tell it too, if I could.

    Oft when the white, still dawn
    lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart,
    I felt it like a glory in my heart,
    [the world's mysterious stir]
    but had no throat like yours ,my bird,
    nor such a listener.

    Author: Edwin Markham
    Did someone say, "bird?"

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    Those who enjoy stirring the chamber-pot should be required to lick the spoon.

    Our job as writers is to make readers dream, to infiltrate their minds with our words and create a new reality; a reality not theirs, and not ours, but a new, unique combination of both.

    Visit Amazon and the Kindle Store to check out Reflections in a Black Mirror, and Chase

    https://www.amazon.com/author/terrydurbin






  4. #934
    Chickadee ? Song Sparrow?
    If you are a writer, reach a reader
    If you are a fighter, teach a leader
    If you are a lover, touch a leper
    If this has helped you, thank you, reader

    If you can read this, teach a thinker

    Author: Lynn Loschky



    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  5. #935
    Black capped chickadee. And a proud one, at that.
    Those who enjoy stirring the chamber-pot should be required to lick the spoon.

    Our job as writers is to make readers dream, to infiltrate their minds with our words and create a new reality; a reality not theirs, and not ours, but a new, unique combination of both.

    Visit Amazon and the Kindle Store to check out Reflections in a Black Mirror, and Chase

    https://www.amazon.com/author/terrydurbin






  6. #936
    I am on my screened porch surrounded by bird feeders. Favorite part of my day. Of course, eventually a hawk swoops low. Scares us all. I remind myself I never lament about the worm. The chorus should sing, "His eye is on the worm."
    Last edited by sas; Today at 02:46 PM.

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