The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

Reminder of the Good

We shared a puits d’amour,
In the café on rue Bonaparte,
Parisian nights the gallery,
And pastry the delicious art…

The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

Reminder of the Good

We shared a puits d’amour,
In the café on rue Bonaparte,
Parisian nights the gallery,
And pastry the delicious art…

Mother Goose Remembered

I wrote a letter to my love,
Tell me when your wedding be…

With My Last Breath

Let me speak these words,
Remembered when heard…

A Penned Life

We are each given a journal at birth
On which we write our lives

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...