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Our Musings category focuses on speculation, reflection and deep thought, covering everything from self-contemplation to humorous views on life in general.

This is the place to submit your thoughts on spiritual matters or philosophical subjects and to share your feelings on any topics you’ve ever pondered or wondered about.

I have felt the rain in fields of sheaves. I have lost the buttons on my sleeves. I have counted the staves of the corn and watched the stubble coat the moon. Warding off the raven's breath as the seasons change. Remaining as a sentinel between seeds of c...

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In the twilight, little blue pony with hushed breath now faded to memories whispering to curios from a Jack in the Box carrying me on your shoulders in the twilight, little blue pony whispering to curios

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Playing dead doesn't fit twilight's imagination as the winds blow through me as a spirit following my soul and saves the night waiting for sunlight admitting the angels giving me flowers

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In all of my dreamsof ghost riderson wheelsfollowed by a sparrowcresting a hilland then they fadeinto a different realmof the ignis fatuusfollowed by a sparrowon my sister's big wheel

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A piquant pied piper in woodswith music, soft and sweet as the woods grew greenpiper chant, children danced a verse beyond, autumn risingin the night, stars not hiddenexploring the human experience

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As you traversethrough twilightwill you wish it adieu?Listening to the bellswhere twilight dwelland trees that swing.Over horizona sparkling brimof twilight dreamingand blue denim.With almost a whisperand God at the doorwith twilight's eucharistwill you w...

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Dreaming the moment born of this poet's melancholy away from the crowd a living breath that moves with a voice of silence in raptures of you holding the dream in a silken cloth of crystal flowers folded into wings finding my pillow full of dreams like a s...

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Dripping from your eyesblue ice dimmingdark in eternal sleepdreaming twilight blue rosea dark blue rose that riseas trees of leaves weepthrough lonely corridorsto fill the shadow in my heartof memories

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of gilded twilightsand Victorian summerswith memories of inherent winds and love's tureen neath rainbows in mirrors of autumnand amber's breezeof primeval forest and yesternight'sof fitful dreams by streams where shadows are hidin meadows of musicwith a b...

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Awaken my soulmy eyes have seena thousand storieswatchingtouch by the breathof a porcelain dolllistening to soundsof too many yearspast, sittingon your stonespeaking to me nowas I breathe the air

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In twilight's lassitudefrozen by the moonof the dark's mascaraBy Jove! the nightlonging for youin endless flighta cold breath of the spiritwith soft hands on my facewhere sleeping eyes lieas days of hope went bywaiting for sunlight to fallin twilight's la...

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Of stardust and purple roses.As the chaos in my soul trickles out.In your arms, my sacred place,among the autumn leavesand the winds echoing the storm's calamity. As your death becomeshonest in truths disbeliefs.I remember the past of stardust and purple...

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Musings of a grumpy old man when typewriters replaced pens and the Mass was in Latin. Butterbeans weren't frozen and chicken had bones. The telephone had a dial and I was granny's "Honey Child." Now Tofu is a wonder food and my hearing aid has an on-off s...

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There are many words I never wrote. I never thought of my pen as a ghost. Now with every thought, I weep. A poet without a season. Today is tomorrow's song and yesterday has been sung. A fortnight ago in dreams of eternal quest to erase the loneliness of...

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With whispers of the Heavenly Ghost choiring from the tabernacle. Listening to the pulse of the river flow. In the silence of my lonely wilderness over stepping stones and winter's moss. Forever my memories keep in my heart and soul's portmanteau. In the...

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