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Young Michael (nearly 30 years ago)
Why’s that man putting stones on the fire?
There not stones my son, that’s coal -
Jimmy
Flat cap on his head askance
Cane walking stick close to hand
Head bowed and furrowed in thought
Watching the flames in the fire -
Man In The Mirror
I often take pictures of the homeless people in our city and do what I can to address a world wide crises. I wrote a narrative paired with a photo of a homeless man, a first in the series. I noticed t…
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Red Kite
Delicately poised in ariel courtship
Dancing on air in the spring sunlight
Colours gleaming brightly as you gracefully move
in the ever changing light of the afternoon -
Looking through the window pane
Droplets of water
Tears of the crying
Pain of life etched into a face
Leaving scars, never healing -
Words
Words lost on those that never listen
Cries on the winds of change
Drifting, fading into the distance -
A street circus show on Saturday morning in Tel Aviv port
It is Spring now in Israel and some of the days the weather is just perfect, the sun is shining but it’s not too hot. One of the best places to spend such a sunny Saturday morning is Tel Aviv port.
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SAD - Seasonal Adjustment Disorder
this is so true
in winter, i’m blue
in spring i’m waiting
for summer ‘now few’
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A Walk is a Great Idea...
A walk in England is a pleasure…You can either lose yourself or discover yourself… a great experience, either way…
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Fight against MS
From today March 30 until April 30, any sales I make will go to help the fight against MS. A very close friend of my just found out she has it. I would like to do all I can to help her, & others like …
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Tribute to Freeman Patterson
Dream, with your eyes open;
Feed your heart, feed your soul;
Master the art of seeing. -
Abusing the Australian Landscape
I feel the people who have littered are in a sense abusing the land and its people.
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WHO DARES WINS THE 300 HUNDRED FROM AFGHAN BLUES
ABOUT THE BATTLE OF THERMOPYLAE AND THE SPAETANS AND HOW THE SPIRIT OF BRITISH SAS REGERMENT
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She's a Tough Little Cookie
She’s a tough a little cookie.
Never again will they see her cry. -
The body by the Side of the Road. from Afghan blues
do you think he cried to is god before he deid.
