Tag: writing
group name: mojalefa
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September 22, 2006 05:43 AM EDT --
THE BEAUTY WITH ME
The beauty that walks with me
It sees every tear I drop,
The passion I have,
The love and joy that feels my heart in good time.
It comforts me when I smile . . . more
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October 18, 2006 04:01 AM EDT --
I had one of those uncharacterised dreams. Some how it feel like it was sending me a massage but I don't understand it.
I dreamed I was walking in a field with lots of train railways. There were trains . . . more
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October 16, 2006 09:14 AM EDT --
THE ART OF LOVE
Who among us can master the art of love?
To love yourself first,
Then your neighbor as yourself.
To love your spouse as though they were the only persono existing,
Love them . . . more
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November 03, 2006 06:14 AM EST --
Love
Love seems like a very simple word that people can easily memorize
But do we really know what it means?
Or do we just say it?
Do we know what it means to love some one as though yourself? . . . more
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May 24, 2008 03:55 PM EDT --
Silent river flows along mossy banks
just as it did many years ago
when I was a little girl;
The picnic table still stands,
wood rotting away as if from a slow cancer, . . . more
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July 15, 2008 12:15 PM EDT --
I brush crumbs to the floor
to make way for paper and pen,
wondering why
I'm left with the remains
of someone's late night sandwich
when all I want to do is
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October 30, 2007 03:29 PM EST --
There's nothing quite like an October day,
for it brings back cherished memories...
Memories of my childhood as my sister and me
dressed up in our Halloween costumes
for the . . . more
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May 15, 2008 11:25 AM EDT --
I pricked my finger
for the hundreth time today
. . . more
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May 16, 2008 11:01 AM EDT --
I have nothing that is truly mine
other than the words I pen;
They cannot be stolen, and if ever lost,
I know they are somewhere inside;
Imperfect . . . more
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June 05, 2008 08:08 AM EDT --
May the light guide you,
infuse your being,
calm your fears,
guide you through the storm;
May joyful days find you,
filling you with laughter,
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June 09, 2008 12:02 PM EDT --
What is it about fear
that causes us to hold it close like a lover?
We embrace it,
trust it, let it ingrain our very beings
until we are paralyzed,
and in that inability to move,
we feel safe. . . . more
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June 13, 2008 11:05 AM EDT --
Time is precious,
not to be wasted;
Life is sweet,
meant to be tasted;
Why wither away
our moments?
The time for living is now!
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October 18, 2006 03:36 AM EDT --
MY MUSIC BY RUTH NYAMA
Music to me is like
Singing
Expressions
Stories
Poetry
Love
Hate
Joy
Peace
Poetry
Patience
Kindness
Faithfulness . . . more
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May 20, 2008 06:20 AM EDT --
Your Breath
fills me;
. . . more
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November 27, 2006 02:47 AM EST --
This restless dream troubles me
The restless dream has a need
A need to want to fly
A need to want to wake up ane day and beThis restless dream dreams.
It drams that one day it will be
That it's . . . more
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November 13, 2007 04:46 PM EST --
The muse beckons her
to write of love, and
she fights the urge for
love seems to
constantly elude her.
How pitiful to write
of that which is best suited
to the likes of
Shakespeare . . . more
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April 20, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
Tired hands open to blessings
which pour from Heaven above;
Angel voices harmonize
to the gentle ourpouring of love.
Tender mercies rain down
cleansing the . . . more
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July 20, 2008 03:45 PM EDT --
She used to count the ceiling squares
above her bed over and over again,
and she finally figured out that by the time
she had counted them all at least three times,
he would be finished and . . . more
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July 21, 2008 01:59 PM EDT --
She made her way
every Saturday
with a crisp fifty in her pocket,
browsing through
the trinkets and wares,
books and furniture...
people everywhere;
She would nod and smile
at everyone . . . more
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December 05, 2007 08:58 AM EST --
Moonglo,
night shimmers,
longing
of a heart that glimmers
waiting for
the foamy crests
that crash upon the shore.
The heart
is not meant to be locked,
for it is an open door, . . . more
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