Posted by Brad Osborne on September 29, 2020 · 13 Comments
Spillwords.com presents: Full Hold, a poem written by Brad Osborne
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 26, 2020 · 24 Comments
Fate hangs in azure strung long,
A narrow and harrowed path…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 8, 2020 · 16 Comments
If I have not found you thus far,
Maybe you are hiding in the stars…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 6, 2020 · 16 Comments
Safer to just contemplate,
Then speak the truth, seal my fate…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on April 4, 2020 · 25 Comments
Is this not the nest of fate,
Where future we speculate…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 12, 2020 · 16 Comments
Fifty-two tons, one of the unsinkable ones,
The proud flag ship of the White Star Line…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 23, 2019 · 9 Comments
Twenty-three old salts set sail that day
And to a man a well-seasoned crew
Off to New Guinea is what they say
With fair winds and skies a cloudless blue
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 11, 2019 · 8 Comments
Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist
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