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Hot Sauce
Scribbled tales tell more than most would want to know, right? Hot Sauce by Michael Romani Layers of texture Provide the details The hot sauce of conjecture Told in a scribbled tale It’s a portrait of a community But also … Continue reading
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Tagged Common, Community, Conjecture, Deep, Destination, Downtown, Eseence, Eyes, Family, Fascination, Good, Graffiti, Grief, Hot Sauce, Layer, Los Angeles, Magic, Neon, Nostalgia, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Presence, Revelation, Scribble, Secret, Seek, Shimmer, Sisterhood, Star, Sunrise, Tale, Texture, The Hood, Tragic, Whisper
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Thought For the Day: Make the World A World A Little Better For Our Presence Through Tolerance, Charity, Temperance, Peace and Kindliness
“I should dearly love that the world should be ever so little better for my presence. Even on this small stage we have our two sides, and something might be done by throwing all one’s weight on the scale of … Continue reading
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Tagged Arthur Conan Doyle, Beast, Better, Breadth, Charity, Count, Kindliness, Man, Peace, Presence, Small Stage, Temperance, Thought For the Day, Tolerance, World
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Nostalgia For Guantanamo
Next on the series of challenges for Na/GloPoWriMo Day 11 is to write a poem pertinent to places of origin. It seems to me that regardless of place of birth or my history of Hawai’i and California, the place that … Continue reading
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Tagged Absence, Beach, Best, Blue Beach, Bond, Brothers, Cable Beach, Cacti, Cactus Curtain, California, Children, Columbus, Company, Conserve, Courage, Cry, Cuba, Cuzco Beach, Deep, Desalination, Dust, Embrace, Endemic, Experience, Extended Family, Family, Family Beach, Fauna, Ferry Landing Beach, Fisherman's Point, Flavor, Flora, Fondness, Freedom, Friendship, Glass Beach, Grow Up, GTMO, Guantanamera, Guantanamo, Guantanamo Bay, Guantanamo Public Memory Project, Hawai'i, Heart, Hidden Beach, Horse, Island Hop, John Paul Jones Hill, Join, Landmine, Laugh, Leeward, Lesson, Lifetime, Live, Looking Back, Love, Memory, Na/GloPoWriMo, Natural History, Naval Base, Niknik Beach, No Man's Land, Nostaglia, Opuntia, Party, Photograph, Pirate, Place, Play, Poem, Poetry, Presence, Rain, Rainforest, Revolution, River, Rules, School, Semi Arid, Shape, Sisters, Small Town Living, Splash, Tales, Trails, Truest, Truth, Unique, Upper Hand, Water, William T. Sampson, Windmill Beach, Windward, Youth
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All My Little Fails
Sometimes even I’m amazed at mistakes that I make. Have you ever had moments when you just want to fall on your knees and pray that God doesn’t give up on you cause you’re a step away of giving up … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Apology, Believe, Blind, Bluff, Cause, Complexity, Fact, Fail, Fake, Feel, Forget, Forgive, Give Up, God, Good Enough, Heart Break, Knees, Lost Soul, Me, Mistake, Moment, Pain, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pray, Presence, Private Hell, Rainbow, Rush of Pain, Sane, Smile, Social Anxiety, Sorry, Sublime, Understand, Unkind, Unwilling, Word, World, Worth While
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Questions For A New Year
It seems like maybe a good time to pause a moment and ask ourselves about our walk and whether it matches our talk may just the time we’re at now, the beginning of a new year. Based in part on … Continue reading
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Tagged Bible, Brilliance, Build, Cheer, Church, Command, Connection, Creative, Dark, Diligence, Embrace, Essence, God, Grace, Haggai, Haste, Illuminate, Joy, Keep, Life, Live, Lord, Need, New Year, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pray, Presence, Questions, Reflection, Reprimand, Salvation, Scripture, Soul, Spark, Spirit, Strife, Talk, Thought, Walk, Waste, Wield, Year
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We Belong
All of us have something in our together that we don’t have separately. That’s how life is best lived, together. Joined at the soul where we belong. That thought was illustrated nicely in the last part of Mowgli. From … Continue reading
In How She Calls My Name
In How She Calls My Name by Michael Romani Once there was such a beautiful sightThere on that very colorful nightUp in the skies, I saw with my eyesA winged blessing in her disguiseThe magic of her filled my … Continue reading
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Tagged Beautiful, Call, Color, Eyes, Heart, Night, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Presence, Second Life, Shanna, Sight, Skies
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