Tag Archives: Hope

Black and White in Color

Posted on December 20, 2013 by

At times – tough times, Black and white exists Clearly without bleeding Of color, frivolousness Loses velocity, deep breaths Entomb smiles, hidden Intertwined like branches Of trees seen in starkness, Birthday suits, showing Wear are strong still yet To venture … Continue reading →

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Rimes

Posted on December 6, 2013 by

Frost bitten thoughts Numb consciousness, Breath slips into cold, Survival of the fittest In spirit, precipitating Justice and hope new, Yet to take shape, place In forming truth, beauty. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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Lightning

Posted on November 22, 2013 by

“If more politicians knew poetry, and more poets knew politics, I am convinced the world would be a little better place in which to live.” – John F. Kennedy, 1956 His words echoed today in Dallas by author and historian David McCullough … Continue reading →

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Harvest – A Cinquain

Posted on October 16, 2013 by

Harvest, growing silence by sweat, tears in sun, rain, securing hope as time yields to patience. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Note: This is for Bastet’s Pixelventures! October 15, 2013: Harvest.

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Morrow’s End

Posted on September 20, 2013 by

From dawn to dusk And rose bloom’s end, Gift bestowed, goodness Owed, a God-send. A truce of trust, In now for ever, Ends darkened hope, Awaited endeavor. A loud thud by lost Soul and vagabond, True hearts and minds, Near … Continue reading →

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She Knows

Posted on September 8, 2013 by

She stood there in a print of calicos, Wind exposing knees like russet potatoes. Life can be hard and this is how it goes: There are a few highs and many lows, Hide your pain and all your woes Even … Continue reading →

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The After Hours – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on August 28, 2013 by

Wednesday, in the midst of a workday, yet it seems like the after hours. The dust begins to settle reverberating in the emptiness of the station. Tickets withheld in the absence of people not rushing to get somewhere. The jewelry … Continue reading →

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