Poetic Reflections

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Miss Informed (and sadly mistaken as well)

Miss Informed She has a secret she has to share, with any listener (she doesn’t care). She heard it from a friend or two, with that much proof it must be true. It’s not like lying she trusts the source ‘cause they wouldn’t spread a lie of course. It’s juicy, and shocking, a story to tell and its not... Sign in to see full entry.

Viewpoint : a spititual reflection

Viewpoint by George Edwin Johns Weakened and weary I kept trudging on, bewildered yet hopeful, exhausted yet strong. I knew it was needful to learn right from wrong as I walked through those valleys so deep and so long. Without doubt I grew stronger, as I made my way and stumbled and fumbled and... Sign in to see full entry.

A man to be admired

Ode to Kenny Coolidge Turner July 10,1924 --- April 24, 2004 He was like a part of the front right pew you just expected he’d be there, with twinkling eyes a constant smile and handshake quick to share. With a childlike glee it was plain to see how he loved to hear us sing, with great anticipation,... Sign in to see full entry.

Me Fadder Were A Salin Man, humorus...actually kinda silly!

Me Fadder were a Sailin Man Me Fadder were a sailin man he rode the seven seas, but ever time he made our port he for sure made time fer me. Twice, no three times ever year I sat on me pappys knee, till the day I got too big then me pappy says ta me… “Aye lad you’re a growin up… a fine man you’re... Sign in to see full entry.

That's Life

That’s Life A brief dissertation on relative Predator, Prey and Scavenger concepts. By George Edwin Johns Necessity is the predator and pleasure is the prey. The beast is always feeding; so pleasure keeps at bay. So many tiny beasts of prey lie waiting by the way, their numbers growing all the while... Sign in to see full entry.

Stillness Interupted, humorus

The Stillness Interrupted The camp songs are over, all the fires died down Tent zippers stopped zipping and then not a sound. Aside from some ruffling, a cough and a giggle, a loud whispered “stop that” and a long stifled sniggle. The campground grew silent into the night, a stillness set in you... Sign in to see full entry.

Stoneface by George Edwin Johns

Stoneface This stone face disguise leaves me seeming so cold, this shield against life and the past untold. What secrets it shelters the truth’s that it hides protecting the tidbits of me left inside. My stoic demeanor is often a ruse disguising a past I cannot refuse. And layered on top is a... Sign in to see full entry.

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