Tag: mystery
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He’s still there… #Poetry
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He’s still there… I found him, way up above the stars Was I dreaming when he spoke to me? You have searched long and hard To find the old wizard on your earthly plain Now you see me in my true form I come to you in dreaming For one day you will…
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Seeing Double!
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Yesterday morning, we were in the office working when Anita’s attention was drawn by what looked like a moving leaf on the path outside our window. Nothing strange about that, I thought but she had to check it out anyway. Turned out to be a slightly ragged and battered Peacock butterfly. He was staggering around…
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Life Remembered ~ An ode to Byron
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Life Remembered I have slept too long, I awake now I walk where my footsteps remain Dark skies, bright stars hold my secrets Remembered foolishness Lost love, oh sweet hands that touched The lips I kissed when young Each ragged rock a step in time When once I walked where rivers flow Would time…
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#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry
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What do you see # 21- March 16, 2020 For the Visually challenged readers, the picture shows a woman dressed as a warrior standing on a rock and next to her is a giant mask. One of the eye socket of which is half broken. Broken Idols Sunlit tears Empty eye sockets Fallen idols,…
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The Dream Weaver… #Poetry
The Dream Weaver I told you long ago we would meet again How are you, after a lifetime Of following false prophets? Praying to Gods made of clay Did you receive all you asked for? Did I not weave your dreams with steps for you to follow whereby you would avoid many pitfalls.…
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5* Review for The Light by Marcia Meara~#UrbanFantasy @MarciaMeara
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The Magic is Back! For Robert MacKenzie Cole—or Rabbit, as he’s known to all—the chance to accompany his family to see North Carolina’s infamous Brown Mountain Lights has him nearly dizzy with excitement. And what better night to watch this unexplained phenomenon unfold than Halloween? But when the entrancing, unpredictable lights show up, Rabbit gets…
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Wings…
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The universe has many ways of speaking to us, messages from strange realms. I have heard that finding a feather means an angel is passing overhead. I often find a lone feather in my yard. Today, for the first time, I found a pair of white feathers. Angel wings was my first thought. I…
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The 2.40… #Poetry
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My father, a staunch academic that never flaps. At breakfast, I met a stranger at the table He spoke at a speed I had never heard before I could see a hint of panic in his eyes. He didn’t ask, so much as forbid me to take the 2.40 train from Paddington. Asking…