Posted by Brad Osborne on November 7, 2020 · 12 Comments
Moments stretch like taffy,
Sugary sweet and long,
Stillness pervades the spirit,
Each breath a connection…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 9, 2020 · 31 Comments
The train tracks stretch for miles,
Steel and stone making the way…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 5, 2020 · 7 Comments
In lovely prose did Kilmer write,
Impressed by an arbored delight,
“I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.”
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 27, 2020 · 24 Comments
The greatest minds do teach thus,
The tipping point has reached us…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 25, 2020 · 14 Comments
It bursts forth to life,
So small and frail,
Protected lovingly,
Shaded by family.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on April 26, 2020 · 24 Comments
In crimson cries the southern skies,
Long tears drip in great lament…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 28, 2019 · 3 Comments
We allow the trappings of what we have become. The haute couture wrappings of an upright kingdom. To infect how we think and how we see ourselves. Repressing all instinct, where nature sits and delves. This courtesy and tact we present to the world. Hides the genetic fact, an inner beast is curled. For even […] … Continue reading →
