• Street Art
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    Keep your cup full Turn the power on Follow the moonlight Fall across your lawn Heed her call at dawn “Life is a marathon” The renewal of nature Leaves footprints upon desert sands And with His hand in Her hand Existence grows from our lands _________________________________ Photo by Ivor Steven _________________________________
  • Pebbles
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    Long ago, I lay bruised on a pebble beach The jagged rocks had cut me deep I remained bleeding and afraid Beached, my heart remained in pieces The old shards are now blunt Crusty edges softened by time And light ascends from their sandy chasms As a shining, sifting through scarred fears I now see ...
  • Somewhere in Limbo
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        I’m trapped in this limbo cave Between here now and being there Like being between the break of dawn And making your morning debut Like starting your breakfast fair And the larders completely bare Like being showered and cleansed And doing your spruce for no-one at all Like being ready for today And there’s ...
  • Beach
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    We have disappointments in our own little world of self-beliefThey come as unexpected reality shocks, like an ocean’s hidden reefAnd we suddenly find ourselves in rough waters out of our depthBeyond the imaginary comfort zone of our own homely wealth The beach is truly a place where people can blend into equalityNonchantly relaxing on warm sand, and ...
  • photos
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    When will I be too old?To be left alone, out in the coldWith my naked words still unsold When will I be too old?To be left alone, silently uncontrolledWith my protest words still brave and bold When will I be too old?To stop exploring the rivers yet extolledWith my visionary words still to be told ...
  • An earthworm
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    I hear the digital clock’s shynessMy unruffled day feels timelessAlone and listening to the silenceOf the muzzled arctic breezeA quiet zephyr’s foreboding freeze I hear the garden snail’s widowSliding up the kitchen windowHer silvery trail grates and slithersAlong the cold pane’s dirty rivers I hear an earthworm diggingHis defiant endeavors are deafeningBlindly shoveling the muddy ...