Friends of Redbubble

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  • JRGarland

    In His Majesty's Service by JRGarland

    Dream the living dreams given to your soul
    And manifest the world of your heart’s desire
    Creating with the Creator a life worth living
    That love and devotion come together as one…

    Be thankful for the gif

    127 words
  • JRGarland

    A Joyful Song by JRGarland

    Graven images deemed lost in time
    As with stolen graves of a noble past
    Whispering madness to dispel the night
    Laid hidden in the shadows of a dark moon…

    Echoing in chambers a moth kills the flame

    116 words
  • su2anne

    The anathema by su2anne

    Duty bound Odin walks amongst the living
    His body a shroud
    An antediluvian visage that’s obverse.

    66 words
  • su2anne

    Dust to dust by su2anne

    Does knowledge beget wisdom when the mind lies fallow?
    The tomes tell all manner of truth
    Yet how do we learn?
    So we write our own story…
    Our book of life one step at a time

    95 words
  • JRGarland

    Pure Love and Light by JRGarland

    I bless you with pure love and light
    I bless you with pure source energy
    In each and every day and in every way
    I send love’s pure energy into my world and beyond
    May all who think of me be blessed

    43 words
  • su2anne

    The between by su2anne

    The chains that bind my hands
    Do not touch my heart
    This cage that imprisons me
    Can not hold my dreams

    69 words
  • George Coombs

    To A Young Poet by George Coombs

    i feel
    deep pain,
    your words
    onto the page
    from heart
    young and broken
    deeply senitive
    flower plucked
    hurled into
    a numb

    we live, share
    via the internet
    you share
    “the blade, my
    secret friend”
    far awa

    58 words
  • RC deWinter

    What Happened at Flamingo House by RC deWinter

    All us kids eventually learned the whole story,
    as much as could be known, but at the time
    we jes’ knew there was trouble at Flamingo House,

    460 words
  • George Coombs

    Haikus In Spring by George Coombs

    gilded in early
    spring light grass bows graceful
    bending not breaking……

    gulls glide in stillness
    calling across welcoming
    sky this spring evening…

    flowers open to
    light like true seekers of a
    new and better

    37 words
  • JRGarland

    Ocean's Dream by JRGarland

    Engaging moments of a requited ocean’s dream
    Where soothing tides capture twilight’s stare
    Ebbing and flowing through life’s golden years
    Embracing waves of love’s gentle tears…

    Enter into a world where

    100 words
  • George Coombs

    Midnight by George Coombs

    quiet disturbed by
    occasional traffic…
    snake of headlights
    coiled around tired eyes…
    now a sense of change
    awareness of another space…
    a holy moment
    where footsteps are
    softly present as
    in an empty …

    48 words
  • George Coombs

    For My Brother by George Coombs


    returned to life
    closer than breathing
    free at last,
    end of loneliness
    end of fear
    my brother near at this moment..
    walls demolished…
    we were not close
    yet now is a peace
    return of years
    locusts eat aw…

    96 words
  • su2anne

    I offer you my shoes by su2anne

    I sensed
    Myself it seemed was not.
    Yet who am I to question or to even understand.
    For what truly is…Is what?
    An experience that is but my reality…

    89 words
  • RC deWinter

    the efficacy of hawthorn(e) as a remedy for a bad mood by RC deWinter

    *the night was fair but i was not
    the day having been full of petty aggravations
    i decided to take a quiet stroll^

    215 words
  • George Coombs

    Quiet Time by George Coombs

    morning quiet
    here in sacred space…
    gentle breathing…
    waves wash slow over
    expectant shore
    then quietly recede……

    candle…tongue of
    calm fire here amid
    stones…frailty among
    cold hardness yet
    here is healing…rest

    40 words
  • David Carton

    If With due apologies to Rudyard Kipling by David Carton

    If you can hate and not be tired of hating
    And killing innocents ignore their cries
    If you can wallow in the chaos you’re creating
    Then you are everything that I despise.

    207 words
  • George Coombs

    Coming Home by George Coombs

    coming home
    early evening
    in spring…cool
    air gently touching
    my face…no fear
    of contact…reverential
    acceptance as i am
    alive in creation’s
    from my quiet cat
    leaf soft tread
    fur glowing with
    a ca…

    60 words
  • George Coombs

    Cold Night by George Coombs

    cold night
    early march…
    out walking
    night sky peopled
    with gentle stars…
    skeletal trees
    yearn upward
    half moon
    is an innocent face
    peering around
    darkness which
    in time of
    will allow a
    full moon’s quiet…

    41 words