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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.

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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Beyond a veil of twilight as night comes calling so dark, so deep with a whisper from a broken mirror over the Rubicon with albatross at my feet capturing the darkness of my sins

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Last night I tried talking to ghosts. But my parents are weird and ignored me. They appeared to me as shadows in the mirror trapped between death and dreams. Lighting matches that didn't glow. The background in the mirror was like a moving montage of memo...

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I love you, between shadow and soul my winged butterfly now gone to pale. Waiting for me at eternity's gate as the dew has turned to honey on soft leaves of velvet grass. With your smile and carrot angel nose as winter's snow has gone to shell. Taking my...

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A silent promise Never to be told Eyes that stare In the winter morn As the winds sing A gospels prayer To feel your touch That I am not alone Learning each day And stronger than before To believe a little more

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The gift of silence, easing my recent pain, brought back memories of my childhood. When life was simple and butter beans were the staple. Cornbread was fried in a cast iron skillet. Grandma was my best friend, as she snapped green beans. Grandpa read the...

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Magic is a smile Magic is a touch Magic is faith and birth The magic of love The magic of tomorrow The magic of forever and us Magic is believing To give things a chance Magic is everywhere It happens everyday When one starts to believe The more magic we...

In my whereabouts on this frozen field of snowlistening to the silenceas the stone sleepsI don't speak of anything because I can't think of wordson this frozen field of snow of heavy memory trove when living with you was gold

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In a Romanoff brandy twilight our shadows will pass in an endless line of blue hills and cinnamon grass of memories with a roasted butternut risotto into the twilight blending in alone walk across the night through open windows of crystals decending with...

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