Sheltered Thanks

Sorrows drip from leaking eaves
Chasing a path to fertile ground
Like angel’s tears upon green leaves
Flowed off with nary a sound

Woman

To the pretty girls, running slow,
Who let us steal playground kisses…

May I Impose?

Humility be damned, I need your vote!

Woman

To the pretty girls, running slow,
Who let us steal playground kisses…

Sheltered Thanks

Sorrows drip from leaking eaves
Chasing a path to fertile ground
Like angel’s tears upon green leaves
Flowed off with nary a sound

My Thanks

Voted Author of the Month for March 2021 by Spillwords Press NYC.

Woman

To the pretty girls, running slow,
Who let us steal playground kisses…

A Year of Ink

“The gift of words, holds within it every possibility. Boundless permutations of human thought, emotion, and expression. It is like the universe wrapped with a bow. And, how do you thank someone for that?”

Shine On, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Shine On, a poem written by Brad Osborne

8,760 Hours and My Thanks

Well, my kind and faithful readers, today marks one year since the return to my blog.

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.

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

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.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

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!