Posted by Brad Osborne on October 29, 2022 · 12 Comments
Forces pushing us to final finite end,
Where we learn what our lives have spun…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 27, 2022 · 16 Comments
Never able to turn and look away,
My stare frozen by the energy,
And as each night breaks to day,
You pull at me constantly.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with adoration, bound together, celestial, connected, earth, gravity, love, moon, orbit, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 15, 2021 · 14 Comments
Forces pushing us to final finite end,
Where we learn what our lives have spun…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with cast off, centrifugal, cosmos, death, horizon, journey, life, orbit, poem, Poetry, revolving, rotation, special forces, spinning, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on August 29, 2021 · 16 Comments
Never able to turn and look away,
My stare frozen by the energy,
And as each night breaks to day,
You pull at me constantly.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with adoration, bound together, celestial, connected, earth, gravity, love, moon, orbit, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 21, 2020 · 24 Comments
Forces pushing us to final finite end,
Where we learn what our lives have spun…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with cast off, centrifugal, cosmos, death, horizon, journey, life, orbit, poem, Poetry, revolving, rotation, special forces, spinning, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 16, 2019 · 11 Comments
Never able to turn and look away,
My stare frozen by the energy,
And as each night breaks to day,
You pull at me constantly.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with adoration, bound together, celestial, connected, earth, gravity, love, moon, orbit, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 10, 2019 · 9 Comments
I have endeavored to return her kindness in poetic form. The poem below is dedicated to her and is a poor representation of what it must feel like to be drawn to this other-worldly beautiful woman and be snared in her practiced charms. Thank you, dearest Jupiter, and know I will always be your moon!
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