On a Saturday morning, just one week away from Christmas day, six-year-old George Mackie awoke to find that outside his window a blanket of snow covered the ground. He couldn't wait to go and wake his nine-year-old sister and go outside to build a snowman...
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Anchor Your Life
Strong foundation’s are essentialAnchor your life? We have all had difficult situations to deal with in our lives. Our family and home are supposed to be the place we feel safest. But what if that’s the place that makes us feel uneasy and questions who we are. Where do we learn and fin...
Two dogs. A rabbit. Four cats. Two parakeets. Nine cedar boxes filled with the life’s ashes of our fur and feathered family for over the last 40+ years. We are down to just one now. Gimley the cat came to us some seven years ago. He was a feral cat who wa...
Fear not, my most beloved, the city keeps our liaison secure. The old stones have engraved our names in their fiery hearts, the greyish river remembers to keep our scent in its waters. We somehow will always live in the travelling breeze of Time, In the...
Out from the silence of years, lost in the memory of dead seconds, walking through the labyrinth of time knowing the way out is deeply hidden and the centre perversely elusive, I can still say your memory lingers in the city of bridges and dark river, in...
A Friendship Treat!
What is your special delight?Cassie Cat and Sally Mouse have been friends for a long time; however, it hasn't been the smoothest of journeys. However, they have always come out the other side stronger and happier when they were together. Cassie decided for world friendship day she w...
Anonymous
Whipped dreams and sweet things, What the way I look at you implies. Envision me; a fantasy In this moment...There are no goodbyes. So meet me in my dreams,If that’s the only way.And I will give you the best of me,I swear it. Meet me under the sky,Behin...
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An Echo Rings
A heartbeat can be a story in itselfAn echo rings. It is a heartbeat; or maybe two. Shall we guess, or do we know? An echo rings. It’s in my mind; maybe you hear, too? Maybe you hear two? An echo rings. It is there. It is here. It is one. It is our heartbeat; a destined union. An echo rings...
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I am,Missing you, like I’ve had you once before.Reaching out to feel, and felt something more.You must know that you are whom I adore.Compelled by a force that no one can see,Driven forward to hold onto dreams,Caring for someone who can’t be with me.Not u...
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Every time that I seem to advance,I take one step forward, and two steps back. Please hold my hand, I don't want to go it alone.I'm trying so hard-- Not to turn my back on the world.In the way that you have turned your back on me. Maybe I am angry at you....
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Bel Esprit
To whom I call my dearest, Beloved bel esprit. So full of love and hope. And the hope for loveTo whom I call my dearest, Beloved bel esprit. So full of love and hope. And the hope for love. Love, I am truly enamored. For even the passing thought, Of your sweet kisses, Puts me at peace. Peaceful, Even as I yearn for you. My hea...
Beyond the shore, the sun descendsand paints the sky in fuchsia blendswith passion fruit and tangerineand clouds a-blush with peachy sheenmagenta ribbons flirt with blueas day departs in royal adieua spectral thrall, a final boastto brush the warm Amalfi...
Kingdom Of Heaven
As we call you the star of loveOn your return As we call you The star of Love To brighten the sky Blessing given to all Mere mortals below Some looked up Seeing your wonderous sight Most continued On their bustling ways As your first gift fell Covering all With a blanket Of pure wh...
A Winter's Day
this crap isn't helping my self-esteem one damn bit, she thought in a burst of bitter self-pityThe weak light from a leaden sky revealed a scattering of forlorn leaves clinging to the dark, wet limbs of trees bordering a deserted playground and half-empty parking lot. Cold, misty rain and swirling winds hastened the inevitable outcome of this doome...
Just the sanding of the years on a wall still firm and strong, just the flaking here and there, while TIme smiles and goes on. Just a few more marks and lines on a surface still quite smooth, while events unfold and fade, while peace and turmoil meet and...