A work in progress.
"Like books on a shelf, this author gathered these special poems
for personal relief and to help those who have experienced
error and consequence, incarceration and the witness of a society's inefficiencies.
The writer stresses to know himself and in humility, brings
his brokeness to fruition with a sincere intention to not
only be changed by his Maker, but share with others the
personal cost of being separated and unavailable from family
and loved ones.We pray and wish for him the best! "
"Bookends"
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"Like books on a shelf, this author gathered these special poems
for personal relief and to help those who have experienced
error and consequence, incarceration and the witness of a society's inefficiencies.
The writer stresses to know himself and in humility, brings
his brokeness to fruition with a sincere intention to not
only be changed by his Maker, but share with others the
personal cost of being separated and unavailable from family
and loved ones.We pray and wish for him the best! "
"Bookends"
The Zeal Poetry Reviewer
For other poems besides what show on this page,
please click "Show All".
- Last seen on Oct 23 12:26 PM. Member since March 9.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 13 comments.
- I am a 50 year old man from Tennessee (United States)
- I have 13 comments, 5 poems, 3 journals
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I am just an exit away, traveling down this ole' highway,
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What does my future hold
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My sister, my mother, my christian
friend, God has called you home,28 lines, 1 comment, August 17
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The wind blows through trees and around mountains and wherever it may, breathing in life as if here to stay, I believe inside of me it carries our spirits to and fro, as gaurdian angels watches us aglow. In the distant it seems I stand watching all this with wide open hands, treasures I look for every day, butOctober 17, 100 words. → Make first comment?
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Each day is a day to face whatever may come my way, I wonder through the streets of life into darkness out of sight, my friends wherever they are, they are not here, or were they ever??? I am compelled not to face a day, things always seem to turn dark and gray. If I could only find that pathway that shines with ligOctober 17, 100 words. → Make first comment?
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Where do I go from here, I sit each day and wait while another holds my fate, of this world not of heaven above, thats why I know its not out of Love. I feel I am in prison through paperwork, being judged without met, being denied before accepted. How does acceptance work within me through all of this? my life now seOctober 1, 100 words. → Make first comment?
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CookieZeal : "The Zeal Poetry Reviewer" on September 23Hi there! I was privileged to bring your wondrous works to this site. The cadence of events and the words that carefully trickle the reader through a path of tearing growth have been the muse to expose them to the world. In a humble approach, I hope that you will grow, and be grown by the comments and connections thereof!
Warmly, CookieZeal/Dianne/
