Posted by Brad Osborne on August 4, 2021 · 18 Comments
Will is a gentleman of indeterminable age. His disheveled look and gray hair bode of some miles on the old man, but his demeanor, clarity of thought, and somewhat caustic humor speaks like he is living his youth.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 30, 2021 · 20 Comments
The light from the stars has traveled,
A million years just to twinkle in your eye…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on May 24, 2021 · 22 Comments
Must I leave the earth that I love,
Transit the most dangerous place…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 28, 2020 · 31 Comments
Why to Only the given form,
There be New hoping born…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on May 14, 2020 · 19 Comments
Like choir hymns or harmonies heard,
A blending of thought and subtle word…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 2, 2020 · 5 Comments
What if you could be gifted some,
A few hours, or even a day,
What would you have that time become,
Before it too passes away.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 21, 2019 · 16 Comments
Must I leave the earth that I love,
Transit the most dangerous place…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with alien, different, hidden, longing, love, outer space, partner, poem, Poetry, rare, seaching, seeking, strict form poetry, unearthly, wanting
