Posted by Brad Osborne on August 25, 2022 · 16 Comments
Just one small grain of sand…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 6, 2022 · 17 Comments
For when the axe-man came,
Her beauty was to blame…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 23, 2022 · 20 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 3, 2022 · 24 Comments
It is hard to see a future,
Unlike the past I have known…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 28, 2021 · 15 Comments
Just one small grain of sand…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on May 1, 2021 · 17 Comments
For when the axe-man came,
Her beauty was to blame…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 1, 2020 · 6 Comments
The tales of old,
Of treasured gold,
An ‘X’ on the map marks the spot.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 14, 2020 · 12 Comments
You are my vampent desert,
My scorched, dry earth,
Your love as shifting as the sands,
The pervasive grit that scratches with your words,
Creeps into every opening of my soul.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 31, 2019 · 17 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with brotherhood, conflict, desert, finding peace, human nature, humanity, mankind, poem, Poetry, sand, strict form poetry, strife, tears, unity, war
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