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Collect Call
In humble gratitude, I offer this poem for those moments we feel most challenged in trying to understand the necessary balance of things as a poem of thankfulness #10: Collect Call by Michael Romani It’s moments like these When I’m … Continue reading →
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Tagged Above, Accept, Bliss, Brothers, Call, Challenge, Child, Clarity, Collect, Confident, Confuse, Correct, Crying, Demanding, Disabuse, Do, Doubt, Dying, Earth, Father, Feel, Fight, Fought, God, Good, Hard Time, Hate, Holy Word, Human, Humble, Hunch, Integrity, Intention, Label, Late, Love, Man, Nerves, Open, Peace, Photograph, Plan, Pledge, Poem, Poetry, Recall, Respect, Reverent, Servant, Sincerity, Source, Spiritual, Steel, Strife, Suffer, Supper, Tears, Thankfulness, Think, Tonight, Understanding, War, Way, Will, Wonder, Worship
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Stage Craft
Halloween Poem #27: Stage Craft by Michael Romani All of the magic in hocus pocus Is merely that of diverting focus Legendary in its sleight of hand It’s all just illusion; understand? Like guns on a stage in the first … Continue reading →
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Tagged Actor, Air, Applause, Approach, Assault, Audience, Children, Compulsion, Costume, Craft, Cup, Dig Deep, Dirt, Discuss, Distraction, Doctor, Dull, Dying, Fact, Factor, Fear, First Act, Flair, Flow, Focus, Frankenstein, Gauge, God, Grown Ups, Gun, Half, Halloween, Hocus Pocus, Illusion, Imagination, Junk, Known, Levitation, Magic, Malt, Memory, Mind, Morphine, Odd, Offstage, Old Actor, Part, Pause, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Polite, Preception, Protocol, Psychological, Ramble, Saw, See, Shamble, Shell Game, Show, Shown, Shriek, Simple, Sleight of Hand, Stage, Stake, Storm, Suspense, Treats, Trunk, Use, Woman
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Tears In Misted Eyes
Halloween Poem #21: Tears In Misted Eyes by Michael Romani Tears in his misted eyes A monster cries as his child dies While the mother prays her lullaby It’s all the watcher can do to sigh Life like a twisted … Continue reading →
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Tagged Anguish, Blade, Blind, Breath, Broken Heart, Child, Choice, Confusion, Cross, Crucifix, Cruel, Cry, Deep, Dies, Down, Dying, Echo, Enfold, Eyes, Family, Father, Fear, Feel, Halloween, Hand, Hard, Heaven, Hesitate, Illusion, Keep, Kill, Lies, Life, Lord, Loss, Lullaby, Misstep, Mist, Moment, Monster, Monstrosity, Mother, Night, Perservere, Pestilence, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Poverty, Pray, Question, Reel, Revere, Sacred, Shown, Sigh, Silence, Sleep, Souls, Suffer, Tear, Temper, Troubled Soul, True, Voice, Weep, World, Wounded Heart
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First Principles: To Say That A Bad Government Must Be Established For Fear of Anarchy Is To Say We Should Kill Ourselves For Fear of Dying
“To say that a bad government must be established for fear of anarchy is really saying that we should kill ourselves for fear of dying.” – Richard Henry Lee
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Tagged Anarchy, Bad Government, Dying, Establish, Fear, First Principles, Kill, Ourselves, Richard Henry Lee
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In the Middle of…
Life is what happens when you’re making plans about plans you’ve been making while others unravel and well.. ummm Life Happens! Flow with it and grow! In the Middle of… Michael Romani Life.. is as beautiful Sometimes.. even wonderful Then … Continue reading →
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Tagged Above, Beautiful, Believe, Blessing, Breath of Life, Capability, Choice, Connection, Cry, Dream, Dying, Faith, Fear, Flow, Focus, Forgive, Genuine, Gift, Gratitude, Grow, Happen, Healing, Hope, Infinite, Joy, Laugh, Life, Live, Living, Love, Mission, Moment, Persevere, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Possibility, Remission, Sigh, Strive, True, Voice, Wonderful, You
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Even To This Day
Based in part on a life lived between worlds and still finding hope and dreaming dreams… Even To This Day by Michael Romani It was a dark night The darkest night And you were crying And I was crying And … Continue reading →
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Tagged Bills, Blindness, Bottle, Box, Chain, Change, Choice, Compel, Complain, Cross, Cry, Dark Night, Day, Different Hand, Dreaming, Driven, Drunk, Dying, Eye, Fire, Forgiven, Free Will, Friend, Glisten, God, Holy, Hope, Kindness, Knees, Lean On, Life, Listen, Lord, Love, Madness, Man Must Do, Mercy, Numb, Overwhelm, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Push On Through, Rain, Seek, Smoke, Soul, Stay, Thirst, Understand, Voice, Wish
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Little By Little
A quiet take on understanding life… Little By Little by Michael Romani Today, I came face to face with Neruda’s mean As I contemplated the mortality of this being That if little by little we live as though indentured To … Continue reading →
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Tagged Adventure, Atonal, Battle, Brilliant, Cherish, Compromise, Contemplate, Daughters, Denial, Dying, Eyes, Face to Face, Fall, Fascination, Fears, Fight, Forgive, Give, Give All, Grin, Improvisation, Indentured, Laugh, Life, Linger, Little, Live, Living, Love, Middle, More, Mortality, Neruda, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Ravage, Rhyme, Shade, Smile, Taken, Ventured, Win, Yes
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WordPress – #Daily Prompt – Guilty
Sometimes, I find myself looking out into the never Wishing it had not happened; no; not ever And I cannot help but feel so completely guilty It would have been kinder to have killed me Than what did happen as … Continue reading →
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Tagged Believe, Church, Cried, Daily Prompt, Death, Dominos, Dying, Given, Guilty, Happening, Jester's Crown, Kinder, Mine, Never, Possibility, Save, Tears, Upside Down, Walking Wounded, Wordpress
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Branded Death
Branded In Death by Michael Romani Lost souls caught in the quicksand’s mire They struggle and struggle, until they tire Burning the last embers of hope until at last The struggle is forgotten and their lives are past There is … Continue reading →
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Tagged Clock of Life, Dying, Halloween, Lucifer, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Poetry of Death, Witch
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ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 