12 Great Features - Challenge Themes ONLY

A few years ago I bought a couple of cans of Yam sweet potatoes for Thanksgiving. Well when thanks giving came and I opened up one of the cans low and behold, when I poured the contents into a …

Shattered winds beneath my freckle toes
Lift me when the clouds meet and decide
So do the scars, guised under cherry armor
Like a rabbit wounds my tired velvet side

` Beware the gambl…

How long before this life drifts from existence?
How long before the visionaries turn blind?

Hide your sticks
don’t let him see
Too late
Too late
His eyes fixate
a smirk replaced by glee

I once saw a line on a crumbling wall
They found god in some basement
forgotten and whole

If you gave me a river of diamonds,
I could not give you love.
I would not trade my heart
For an ocean full of gold,
Love is not a plaything
To be bought, or swapped and sold,
Nor is it a…

I raise my hands up to the sky
And touch the edge of heaven
I close my eyes, breath deeply
I fade into a realm of total relaxation
I see me as I am and as I could be
So far apart
For a mo…

Time is a wonder,
Like the sun after a storm.
It flashes like thunder…
Just one moment,
Then it’s gone.

We are resolute
We are stubborn
as we bury the hundreds of thousands now dead
and treat the millions hurt and in terrible pain

Over time we forget
Yes, we forget!
And the wounds remain,…

The darkness seeps in, So slowly it is hardly noticed.
Fathers and Sons, Mothers and Daughters, Sisters and Brothers, Neighbors, Stangers.
Engaged in battle over life’s trivials.
So many liv…

The wind flows gently through the leaves of fall
as the ebbing day dwindles to a silent end.

The peaceful sound of the cricket’s call
rings out to a new found friend.

The bird’s goodnig…

This is another true story several hundreds of years old. The castle still stands, and can be found amongst my photographs.

Seen the fork in the road…
Too many times.
Oh again, I hear the chimes,
One, two, three,
Which way this time?

So many lost sheep,
We are asleep without a peep.
What happened to the red white and blue?
All for justice and how the eagle flew?

As I begin to make out the figure,
My eyes begin to tear.
Cold, clammy, no breath, heart beating…
I start to run and stumble in the clear.

Too many buttered palms and backs scratched by others.
Too much hostility and God so many possibilities.
What is the solution to this pollution.
How about a conclusion to this confusion.