Always on duty, never truly off the clock. Babies are cute, but require so much work. Crying, cuddles, and carrying them constantly.
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)2 years ago in Poets
Take me back Way on back To my childhood When life was really good When life was pure When it was funny to be immature
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
"Apple, apple, fallen in the water," begins the song we learn in the camerata choir. We are all girls, desperate to distinguish ourselves in notes,
By Catherine Dorian2 years ago in Poets
My best friend the cat, I named him Meow, A soul friend, With a lot of energy, He comes to say Have A Good Day, Morning? And keeps me company,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
"Out of the south comes the storm, And out of the north the cold. From the breath of God ice is made, And the expanse of the waters is frozen."
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Homecomings: as a child, these August Sundays were favorites, skipping into an hour-behind time zone for church with family-packed pews and faces familiar
By Hannah E. Aaron2 years ago in Poets
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hush now child, go to sleep There is nothing to fear, no need to weep For the Lord is your shepherd, you are his sheep In his gentle hands, your soul, he keeps
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
In realms unseen, where angels tread, A figure stands with wings widespread. Saint Michael, mighty, in armor bright, A guardian of celestial light.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
In the realm where sunsets softly fade, A tale of faith by time is made. Saint Francis Xavier, a soul ablaze, A servant of God in mysterious ways.
In marshy depths where shadows dwell, Bog bodies sleep, a tale to tell. Ancient secrets, skin turned brown, Preserved in peat, a burial gown.
Tap your fingers in time, hold your head up high They bring you down because they see, the talent in your heart to be A swing of a hand around the keys, your composing a song so free
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Poets
