r. nuñez

Joined March 2018

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I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.

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Diana
To one I knew as only a girl, the school friend whom I wanted and needed, the girlfriend with whom intimacy was but a fleeting moment, the one I thought I would marry... from whom time and space took me away.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Conni
The casual acquaintance became a casual friend, and then a friend with benefits ... and her intimacy became a lasting impression ... a memory in the heart.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
A Mother's Day Tribute
Eterna Bona (Free Form Verse) My mother loved flowers, butterflies, and birds… things of color and song. ~ In ev'ry little bird whose song I hear,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
A Slideshow in Someone's Day
Is it true that one sees his or her life flashing by in the last moments? ~ Another seedling in the sun, An earthquake breaks its gentle hold,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Ultimate Weapon
This is a story about extraterrestrials, who could not impart any of their technology to a simplistic, pre-Stone Age culture, but who had the means by which to encase the ultimate weapon in stone.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Futurism
Writer’s Block
Sometimes, I get mired in the mode of the sage, The deluge of thinking, the whirlwinds of thought – In time, my brain tires, like a cat in a cage,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Now
Why do all the lines and meanings, And the chapters of the story, The mysterious rhyme and rhythm, The elusive glance at glory,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Indian in Our Camp
Monday Morning, May 11, 1860 My name is Billy Thomas. I am 9-years-old. We’re leaving Santa Fe today, heading north and west. That’s what Pa said. He said there’s supposed to be land out there that a man can claim for himself, that a man can work, and that’s what he wants. Pa talks that way. He likes to farm.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Humans
Looking at The Blues
~ What thoughts do we suppress in that expression of resignation? The Spoken Sigh I hear a silence ev’ry day, As if the world has turned away,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Horizon to Horizon
~ When one spends a lot of time by oneself, one learns to talk to oneself … not in the familiar absent-minded way that we often do, but with a serious bearing, asking oneself important questions, and pondering the possibilities and the connectedness of the past and the future … and the all-important here and now.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Shades of Bittersweet
In Oriental philosophies, we sometimes encounter the yin-yang, a symbol that expresses the balance of things in life, referring to the universal opposites, such as positive and negative, good and evil, darkness and light, hot and cold, and so forth. On a more personal level, we experience life in moments of ups and downs; there are those times we think of as sweet and easy-going and other times of bitterness and hardship. At any moment in life, we can look back at the progression of events and the best we might be able to say is that it has been bittersweet.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Dream of Love
We dream of things we remember, and so it is not unreasonable to dream of past loves. The question is – do we welcome such dreams or do we become depressed by them? Do we cherish what we had once or do we cultivate bitterness over its loss?
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets

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Diana

Conni

A Mother's Day Tribute

A Slideshow in Someone's Day

The Ultimate Weapon

Writer’s Block

The Now

The Indian in Our Camp

Looking at The Blues

Horizon to Horizon

Shades of Bittersweet

Dream of Love

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