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I am a British born native of Scotland. I am married. Sworn in as an American Citizen in 2010. Hence a Legal Immigrant. My likes are poems. Good and bad. Long and short. Art. Old and new. Music. Predominantly jazz. And current affairs. Sometimes not so current current affairs.

  • Waking Up

      Dreams dissipate , Allowing the sunrise , To linger, On your eyelids, Until you awake, And feel The texture and tenacity Of time , Settling in a vortex of Seconds and minutes, And As I can’t return to my… Read More ›

  • Why the Magic Kingdom isn’t Magic

    Church attendance drops and with less people saying their prayers on a Sunday but cramming into a theme park for their instant gratification; their phones become their bibles and Instagram, Facebook, Tumblir and multiple other sites make up the books of their virtual bible.

  • Turning The Page

    So all he could do to retaliate

    Was mock and imitate me in the subtext

    Of his pointed posts

  • An Empty Vessel

    Why be jealous of what I have And what you think I have? When even I do not know What it is you see. Why shadow me every day And move like me In every way. All done with hate… Read More ›

  • They Told Me It Was Beautiful

    They told me it was beautiful Out today But I wouldn’t have known Sitting curled up in a chair Behind closed curtains. With every problem in the world Prancing like shadows before my eyes. They say it will be beautiful… Read More ›

  • Holding Tight

    Having rough wind and rain here in Florida.  Heard some desperate croaking and found this little beauty with a baby omits back hanging on for dear life.

  • I Quit

    So I disagree with a friend

    And It drives me round the bend,

    It’s a friendship I can’t mend

    So this fight will never end.

  • What

    Not for me,

    Conforming

    To the norm,

    Or meeting other people’s

    Expectations,

  • Florida (After 16 years)

    The schools were a sham. I panicked. Looking down at the sidewalk.

    Waiting to be bitten by a venomous reptile.

    They became my neighbors. They withheld their poison until my back was turned.

  • Buddy with no Name

    My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.

    He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.

Maryland Grows

UMD Extension Home and Garden Information Center Blog

Practically Country

Country living in a practical way!

Storytimes&Discussions

True Stories and Interesting Discussions

Starry Nights, City Lights

out-takes & keepsakes

Silent Songs of Sonsnow

"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.

INNER THOUGHTS

INNER THOUGHTS

Marketing Wealth Apex

Marketing Tips for Beginners & Experts

TheEnlightenedMind622

Open Your Mind

Blogging 101 dot GA

tips , tricks , advices

Bombay Ficus

Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.

PRITAM BORA

Personal Blog

RhYmOpeDia

Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart

Luna

Pen to paper.

The Mad Puppeteer

Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories

Shreya Vikram

Blurring the lines between poetry and prose

Rusted Honey

Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry

Maryland Grows

UMD Extension Home and Garden Information Center Blog

Practically Country

Country living in a practical way!

Storytimes&Discussions

True Stories and Interesting Discussions

Starry Nights, City Lights

out-takes & keepsakes

Silent Songs of Sonsnow

"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.

INNER THOUGHTS

INNER THOUGHTS

Marketing Wealth Apex

Marketing Tips for Beginners & Experts

TheEnlightenedMind622

Open Your Mind

Blogging 101 dot GA

tips , tricks , advices

Bombay Ficus

Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.

PRITAM BORA

Personal Blog

RhYmOpeDia

Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart

Luna

Pen to paper.

The Mad Puppeteer

Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories

Shreya Vikram

Blurring the lines between poetry and prose

Rusted Honey

Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry