“Attempt” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“I Remember Well” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20+ year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract. / This poem actual speaks of my life and feelings 23 years ago.
“Evidence” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“I Am” a poem by Mariam Muradian.
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“How Can It Be?” a poem by Mariam Muradian.
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Such A Time….” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Magic Carpet Ride” a poem by Mariam Muradian.
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Passion” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Glory Be” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Thunderstorm” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Intentions” a poem by Mariam Muradian
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Swallow” a poem by Mariam Muradian.
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Fire” a poem by Mariam Muradian.
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
“Fools Rush In” a poem by Mariam Muradian.
This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
Cheers to the men we love
I didn’t write it, I am just repeating it. I learned this little toast from a dear lady I stayed with in Australia and it has always stuck with me. I have taught it to many over the years and all over the world. Keep passing it on…
HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY / I’ll be here / Sitting at the table with my bottle of cheer / No corned beef and cabbage / That’s for you / Don…
No matter what nationality or race you may be…St. Patrick’s Day is for everyone…
Here lies MARY in her grave / One of the Civil War brave / Who would have thought / That a woman would have fought / In the Civil War / I wo…
Mel, I am really wondering about Mary..thank you for another view of the / Civil War.. Please check out my friend Mel’s (mlgkats) other awesome photos and writings on the RB /
Aloha Nui Loa RB `Ohana / It is good to be home in spite of a wonderful journey… / I will try to catch up on all comments and get around…
ToastedGhost
ToastedGhost
a man on a donkey / rides through our city / enters like a king / and everyone cheers Hosanna! / Hosanna! / Praise to the King
This was written to accompany a photo I took, which I called stripes, for that is what I could see through this macro of a palm leaf. It was an accident, or so I thought, when first I saw it. / But then I realised it was no coincidence, but a God-incidence! / And the very title was likewise ~ the double meaning didn’t occur to me at first, until the poem was being written.
She smiles as best she can / though her complexion is pale / She holds her head up high / to weather the horrific gale
The awesome Owlspook has offered her Suncatcher picture for the PHOENIX APPEAL as she feels sunflowers are cheerful and offer hope to those who feel their days are dark ☼ ☼ I saw I wrote / ☼ I write for those who can’t …. / Thank you for your compassion! / Chookas! ♥
If you have not read this bloke’s stuff you have not laughed on the bubble yet! / He needs no introduction but I’ll give him one anyway!
If you have not read this bloke’s stuff you have not laughed on the bubble yet! / He needs no introduction but I’ll give him one anyway! / Fellow Bubblers (and anyone else poking about!) allow me to introduce you to the incomparable immensely talented and immeasurably funny JOAK This ode to he who makes us smile was prompted by his shot / the works / / [well what else would you say to a gasworks burn-off?] / Crap! Now I can think of zillions!!! lol / “Pardon you!” comes to mind immediately / “Who nicked the matches?” / “Over here mate I can’t see what I’m reading!” / “Told you keeping the matches in your back pocket was dangerous!” are another few clean ones! lol Chookas sweet Joak!
Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time / With some folks of mine that love red wine / There is no reason to say where we go / It could b…
Ever wish for a night like a vacation and need to just relax and enjoy that favorite drink. Well this is for you then.
It’s Christmas time / a time to bake / delicious shortbread / and beautiful fruit cake. Recipes handed down / from the past / out of the o…
I really enjoy baking christmas treats and here in North Queensland after all my baking I enjoy a cold icy beer
RedBubble is a great place to find art, design, photos and writing from over 80,000 talented people.
On stunning greeting cards, awesome t-shirts or beautiful prints to hang on your walls.
It’s really simple. If you’re not happy with your purchase for any reason, we’ll fix it.
Since February 2007 we’ve shipped over 332,500 items to more than 70 countries around the world.
Sign up for your free account, upload your work, join some groups and share your creative genius with the world.