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11-9-17

8:35 AM

Words

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Quote credit Greg Keyes hyperpathia2.rssing.com

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Greg Keyes
hyperpathia2.rssing.com

Out of the shadows came

…26…

Letters forming thousands of

…Words…

Sometimes they rhyme

…Telling…

 Billions of stories

…This…

Is where we share

…Fiction…

Non-fiction, photos, and

…Art…

So amazing are these

…Words…

That are read in the

…Light…

5:02 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Mis This And That

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Alphabet poem by Mark Hancock @hancockmcdonald.com

Alphabet poem by
Mark Hancock
@hancockmcdonald.com

It’s no

Mistake…

I won’t

…Mislead…

You, so

Please don’t be

… Misconstrued…

There’s a

Misconception…

Regarding

…Who….

Misses

Whom

Good bye

Misery…

7:15 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Blame Jumbled Letters

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…A…

Promise is misplaced words

…Spoken…

In a broken

…Sentence…

Forgive me

…I’m…

S o r r y

A Question Of Words

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What comes from these

…Words…

If not from wisdom of the

Soul?

Pondering the question

….From…

A spirit, not so

…Ole…

12:00 AM

Vera Robinson © 2014

True Love Is A Magnet

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Photo credit manxphypnosis.com

Photo credit
manxphypnosis.com

Connection

Bond

Togetherness

Inseparable

Joined

As

One

Lasting

Forever…

2:15 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

 

Alphabetical Jigsaw

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alphabet

alphabet (Photo credit: R G Daigle)

As a child, I ate alphabet soup

When I was a youngster

I wrote the alphabet

Oodles of times, and played with the noodles

Ultimately the letters formed words

The words then sprung alive

They created art

I read, and have imagery for them

May your form of art, flourish

And become a masterpiece

Never lose sight of your vision

“I may be blind, but I can see you better; than you can see yourself”

Quote by Vera Jackson

A Writer’s Vows

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On this paper I will create a work of art

With the flow of a pen, it will ascend

Nothing will be deleted, omitted or torn apart

The reason for this, is that I write from the heart

A heart filled with sadness, joy, love, and aches

Take a minute to notice, it is without any hate

Who has time for writer’s block?

I know not of any, we write round the clock

Beseeching minds, they don’t stop

They ponder, and wander

And

Wander and ponder

Tick tock tick tock

Around the clock

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