Life is
a rough draft
in constant revision
every day
we add pages
cross out
erase
or delete
words
replace them
with better
nouns
or verbs
that more accurately
shape
our evolving
perspective
Life is
a rough draft
in constant revision
every day
we add pages
cross out
erase
or delete
words
replace them
with better
nouns
or verbs
that more accurately
shape
our evolving
perspective
Search engines are actively disliking orphaned content. Readers are rarely stumbling across it. After spending hours writing a poem, I am definitely preferring it receive an occasional visitor instead of spending eternity alone in a dusty corner of the internet.
I used to believe America was big enough to equip neighbors of diverging dreams the balanced freedoms to design their own destinies
One Way;Wrong Way;Do Not Enter;Yield;Stop. Right Lane Ends;Merge;Right Lane Must Turn Right;Through Traffic Merge Left;Merge;Merge. Detour;Road Closed;Do Not Enter;Turn Left;No Left Turn;No Right Turn;Slow Down;Stop. Slow;Slow Down;Please Slow Down;Pedestrian Crossing;Children Playing;Please Slow Down. Next Exit 9 Miles;Next 3 Exits;Exit Ahead;Exit;Slow Down;Stop.
Sun rises ona new dayflickering lightfrom dark cornersof my soul I refuseto surrenderto sorrowfor I knowlove lives on light and faircalming the thornsand trencheson my trail sadnessseeks faithto kindlehope’s flamelight and fair spring’s sundeliversdelight behind winter’s somberslumber
Discover the mesmerizing blend of mathematics and poetry with our Fibonacci Sequence poem. Embark on a lyrical journey through expansion and contraction, mirroring the universe’s infinite dance. From the simplicity of ‘I’ to the complexity of ‘expanding, contracting, in beautiful sync,’ each line follows the Fibonacci Sequence, reflecting the natural patterns found in stars, galaxies, and beyond. Dive into this unique poetic exploration of numbers in rhyme, where each syllable counts in the vastness of time.
To Statesmen fans, their team embodied traditional values cherished and revered through the ages. Lurking beneath their unwavering allegiance were subtle echoes of the broadcasters’ voices, whose commentary often reinforced the sanctimonious virtues of the heartland.