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“Fathers Day.”


Today men all over America are celebrating Father’s Day spending time with their families, throwing a ball in the yard or enjoying a quiet day they all deserve. My father, taught me by example that every day is “Fathers Day” because my father worked consistently, rarely taking a day off, never taking a vacation, leaving town for special occasions like funerals but always providing for … Continue reading “Fathers Day.”

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“The circle of life: Birth to Death.”


A man and woman conceived a child. Some people debate when the circle of life begins, but for this poem, the ring of a lifetime starts when a mother is aware she is carrying a child in her womb which begins the symbiotic bonding before birth. Upon birth, infants around the world are, breastfed, allowing the mother to continue providing vital nutrients building upon a … Continue reading “The circle of life: Birth to Death.”

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“Age and Wisdom.”


We do not celebrate wisdom, because it comes with age. Many fear age while never garnering its wisdom. Youth spends money wisdom filled people would not consider. Youth is the fertile ground for what can be obtained on credit, i.e., time. Time builds wisdom by living or suffering through life. Age is celebrated while reminiscing about younger days. Age and wisdom is hope for waking … Continue reading “Age and Wisdom.”

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“Mallet.”


With each swing of the mallet, I pound the spike deeper into the ground. Anger, jealousy, envy, and hate fuels my swings but, I cannot stop pounding the spike more profoundly into the ground until my arm and shoulder begin to ache as tears and sweat streaming along my cheeks. I hear the faint echo of voices rising above my delirious fog of emotions. With … Continue reading “Mallet.”

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“Authentic Migrations.”


Capturing sunrise photos while stopped at the “Sols Cliff scenic overlook with views of Bar Harbor Maine from inside Acadia National Park. The crisps winds of an early September cold weather front, caused my eyes to tear and blur my exquisite views leaving only the distant ocean waves sounds lapping against the shore for my senses to consume. Wiping my eyes, I feel at peace … Continue reading “Authentic Migrations.”

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“Our timeless love.”


Our family, our children, forty years we made. The mind-numbing daily routine we made. Our separate sleeping bedrooms we agreed. Because of commitments, our love has become veiled from one another, allowing our hearts to become etched hallowed caves. Our separate cars to attend church we agreed. Our time for one another is thwarted with hobbies and volunteer positions and we reflect our emotions without … Continue reading “Our timeless love.”

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“April is poetry month.”


April is National Poetry Month, and I’m creating inspired poetry daily to celebrate events online, at libraries, and communities everywhere. A mindset for poetry can be inspired and created by the surroundings of your room, home, community, and humanity. But nature can be the stimuli exposing your five senses to create poetry from your soul. So allow your creative and inspired poetry to flow. WordPress daily … Continue reading “April is poetry month.”

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“Radiant eyes.”


  From the time, I saw her from across the dance floor, I was tranced into seeing them closer. Standing in front of her, I was awakened by her voice with my mouth opened breathing heavy, I was mesmerized by a uniquely beautiful pair of eyes. When I spoke, I was happy with her politeness in the presence of what caught my eye. Her name … Continue reading “Radiant eyes.”

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“Layers upon layers of hope.”


Attending a funeral, a retirement gathering, a college or high school graduation, of a family member or friend allows for personal self-reflection. Your thoughts peel away layers of life’s reality igniting and stirring emotions, to bring tears to your eyes similar to peeling layers of an onion. Life is similar to the layers of an onion when reaching the center lies the heart, filled with hope for a … Continue reading “Layers upon layers of hope.”

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“Identical.”


Every day since forever, I have seen you, and we are identical twins. I look into your eyes, and I see the mirror image of me. I have seen pictures of you, and you look like me. Your cheekbones, lips, eyebrows, and chin are all like mine. We are identical twins? As far back as I can remember, I dreamed of a brother or sister. … Continue reading “Identical.”

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“Invisible​.”


See my elegance? My jet black hair was cooked and processed with waves galore, against platinum silver and neon green, circumferencing from temple to temple rising to the cowlick above the top of my head. My head held high, arms across my chest, I stood erect and poised like the dandy I am, dressed in my best neon blue 3-button suit coat, with green, and orange … Continue reading “Invisible​.”

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“Blushed.”


Casandra entered the room, and I could not make eye contact, She walks past my table, and I look down at my paper, I sensed a connection, but I’m too shy to speak. Brian will not notice me when I walk into the classroom. He will not acknowledge me with eye contact. I walk past him, and I sense a connection. Twenty-seven years later inside … Continue reading “Blushed.”

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“The wisdom of patience.”


I can remember as far back as a kindergartener, hearing my mother, father, siblings, friends, and teachers, telling me, or writing in the margins of a report card, “Slow Down.” On many occasions throughout my life, I was told I need to develop and hopefully discover some patience. “Slow down,” is the repetitive word I knew more than anything throughout my life. After I retired, … Continue reading “The wisdom of patience.”

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“Suddenly there is no sound.”


Suddenly there is no sound of the trail, but I feel and hear my heart pounding after my climb to summit the small peak of 2500 feet. My breathing slows matching the calmness surrounding me, and I pause to absorb the silence. I have replaced my forty hour work week noises of voices, car horns honking, rolling tire along the asphalt streets with the un-nerving … Continue reading “Suddenly there is no sound.”

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“Defining our love.”


  Our parents, families, and friends say we are too young to know love. We both wish and desire a love we neither know of or have ever experienced, yet, we have said “I love you” to one another unknown of loves potential and power. I believe we share a love for one another that feels like the wind blowing over out bodies from atop … Continue reading “Defining our love.”

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Astral Congregation


At the beach, or in the park, the morning blend of sites and sounds coupled with the warm sunrise temperatures to sooth the skin adds to the beauty of the day ahead,. Sparrows, warblers, and finches chirp with enthusiasm along with the morning doves cooing to one another adding to the softness of the morning as I watch them fly around upon soft, warm breezes. The morning walkers, … Continue reading Astral Congregation

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Travel Fears? “Carpe-Diem”


Within the imaginations of everyone who’s creative ideas and thoughts are inspired or influenced by anything seen on television, read in a book or magazine, can become a reality. MJL I was influenced by television shows like Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, hosted by Marlin Perkins, National Geographic magazines and the used encyclopedias my mother bought. I remember the days of quickly skimming through the encyclopedias … Continue reading Travel Fears? “Carpe-Diem”

“Candid.”


Be candid with me, I can take it. Honesty is the best policy when the truth is the foundation for any relationship. However, many lies are spoken in considerations of the feeling for family, friends and significant others. Candidly speaking one’s mind can become detrimental to any relationship or will it? The following candid question can become the basis for an argument: “Do these pants … Continue reading “Candid.”

“Horizon.”


My thoughts often drift to the Arizona desert horizon at sunrise during our two week Christmas break. My face brightens with a smile, and yet my heart aches for endless sights of our horizons. I dislike goodbyes as my eyes followed your silhouette beyond the sunset on the horizon. WordPress daily word prompt Continue reading “Horizon.”

“Cozy Confessions.”


My thirty plus years of travel destinations are filled with photos and encountering people who are the inspirations for some of my creative writings ideas. In the beginning, I traveled via motorcycle across the US from coast to coast and border to border culminating with an inspiring road trip from Key West Florida to Fairbanks Alaska which planted the seed for me to consider traveling forever. … Continue reading “Cozy Confessions.”

A traveler’s miraculous discovery


Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. Antonio Machado A wannabe traveler’s miraculous discovery is the day they realize and understand their passionate dreams of travel. Their travel soul hibernated under layers of societies mandatory expectations while dreams of wanderlust, vagabonding and nomadic travels defining the passions deep within their soul. The … Continue reading A traveler’s miraculous discovery

“Sparkling at any age.”


The word “age,” is a noun, defining the length of existence from the beginning to any given time of life. Existence is the sparkle of life to be celebrated every day you awake to breathe. For many, the vanity of humanity is superficial when you deny realities reflection in a mirror. WordPress daily word prompt. Continue reading “Sparkling at any age.”

“Atmospheric; Short story”


Three months ago Jill and I decided to take a break with a tropical island weekend getaway. On our last evening, I dressed adorned in my best island attire with a collared asher blue shirt, with dark blue buttons, a pair of tan Bermuda shorts, and brown leather open-toed sandals. Jill was dressed in a multi-colored floral sundress with white sandals and a white orchid … Continue reading “Atmospheric; Short story”

“Express.”


Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively? I use words creatively in sentences, paragraphs, short stories and soon to be novels. Writing is my passionate form of expression rooted deeply in my emotions forged from my past responsibilities. I move forward into my future as a writer of all forms and genres. 🙂 With … Continue reading “Express.”