The Good Old Days, 1970 We had one key for the whole front door and left it under the mat Mum said “If they want the telly that bad,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
small color palette creates countless works of art stirs deep emotions. Note: It's my privilege that I can paint and make people happy. My color palette makes me happy. I get a sense of ikigai.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
I walk by flowers Leaves of wonders and awe Legs trenched in magic.
By Maya Or Tzur7 months ago in Poets
Play a note With fingers Stroking keys making sweet music, when I hit a chord.
By Jennifer lindquist7 months ago in Poets
My Third Eye Opens And I See You Sitting There Doing As I Do...
By John Scipio7 months ago in Poets
Wanted To Touch Her Her Age Means Nothing To Me She's Turning Away
Cell Phone Is Ringing. Daughter Says She Misses You Put Down The Pistol...
Winter Afternoon Your Warmth is All I'm Feeling To Hold You is Good
You Slapped My Face Hard I wasn't expecting it It Was Exciting....
Mind Is Powerful Achieved What My Mind Conceived Thought It Was A Joke...
Try To Hold It In Emotions Burst Through Like Knives Just Started Crying
The City Is Cold Straight Out of Boiling Water My Hot Dog Delight
