Dwayne Boyd
Profile
I live in Worcester, Massachusetts. I draw inspiration from live music, my children, and those who’ve touched my life. I wrote as a News Correspondent for the Sentinel & Enterprise in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. I have also published work in The Phish Companion 2nd. edition.
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Groups
Dwayne Boyd is a member of "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blue Room, Creative Inspirations - [2pw], Everyday Life, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, WMG and Your Country's Best (2 images per day).
Journal Entries
10,000 + views
Posted 25 days ago, 8 comments so far.
Blue Room just hung one of my poems on the wall
Posted 29 days ago, 5 comments so far.
Alexander Supertramp
Posted 3 months ago, 5 comments so far.
Trying to be positive
Posted 4 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Good firends make amazing things happen!
Posted 6 months ago, 5 comments so far.
Here's To Hoping
Posted 6 months ago, 1 comment so far.
SNAFU
Posted 6 months ago.
Special Thanks to Poetry & Beautiful Women
Posted 7 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Snapshots
Posted 7 months ago, 2 comments so far.
A Year On The Bubble
Posted 7 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Inspiration
overrheard words / from random conversations, / scraps of paper scrawlled / with phillosophical / quotations, / speeches delivered / to move a nation, / whispers from children / of the next / genera…
Carefully Tended
Once they / rise, / the darkness / will retreat.
Someplace
I / imagine / someplace / different. / A place where, / people are kind. / a place where, / the sun shines. / a place where, / music plays. / a place to spend / better days. I can, see the sea;…
It Can't Be Said
So much of what we communicate / cannot be said; / a gaze, / a glance, / a touch, / a sigh, / a painted / fingernail. Now, is not the time / to be shy. I love the way / you trace the lines / …
Freezing Moments In Time
The words are traces / of thoughts I’ve had. / Markers of memories / and days / gone past. / As long as a spark fires, / to light the way, / down mental pathways. / I’ll spend my / days …
Asleep?
As I lie here, / I check the backs of my eyelids for holes; / search my dreams for tales untold; / allow my plans / and schemes unfold. / Pray that I do not die / before I grow old. / I heal my pai…
