Category: Courage poems

Deep Roots

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I wrote this in October 1987, while watching North Sea waves crash on the shore of Noordwijk, Holland. Yesterday I stumbled across it and decided to share it…from the perspective of my own deep roots. Love is enchanting, exhilarating, maddening,…

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For all the quiet people

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The Internet is a friendly place for us quiet people to hang out. We can take our time, think about what we want to say, before jumping into a conversation. Valerie Hathaway has written a poem we can tuck into…

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Of dreams ended

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  Somewhere in the beating hearts of those who read these words will be a soul stumbling through the darkness of a relationship’s ending. We all bear the scars, at some time in our lives. If we are fortunate, we…

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The Information Highway

Bex Ross took this photo of the traffic light tree, in the middle of the roundabout near Heron Quay, Isle of Dogs; via Flickr Creative Commons

Overwhelm is spreading like a contagious disease among the bits and bytes of social networks. So when my friend and fellow writer, Sterling Haynes, sent me this poem, I laughed out loud and asked his permission to share it. The…

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Medusa Was a Manatee

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Floating on a sullen sea without a breath of wind A searing sun beating down upon a sailor’s skin And somewhere in the distance he hears the Sirens sing Calling him, calling him, calling him … Luring sailors to the…

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Cloud Woman Leaping

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Cloud Woman Leaping by Deb Maike Head back Puffy arms flung out in joy As she soars Fluffy left leg extended Right knee high and back Over the hurdle, A black band of rain cloud, Rising into the dawn’s blue…

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A Paucity of Nouns

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The dangling particle is stretched to the limit and can be clutched in space by that illusive adverb before the noun mascarading as a verb smothers my few parts of speech left. All that remain are my adjectives. Oh, Al…

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An answer in the lake

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Clouds lay heavy over the lake, just at sunset. When I looked at the photograph on my computer, I realized it was like a sky sandwich, gold-tipped clouds framed by hills and sky. I liked that so posted it to…

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The Dancing Leaves

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©2013 Rick Hardman The leaves dance spontaneously. Most are not shy in any way. Through the window, I can faintly hear their laughter. A few are timid though and cling firmly to the ground. The bold ones tumble and fly…

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Boot for trade

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Sterling Haynes had a hunch I would appreciate his tanka. (That is a Japanese poem with five lines. The first and third have five syllables. The others have seven.) He was right. I appreciate because I know he spent ten…

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Trapped in a Bubble

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©2013 Rick Hardman I often feel as if I am trapped within a bubble. The wide world is all around me but here I am isolated and separate. It seems impossible to escape into the reality that surrounds me. Nor…

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That Old Man Hiding in My Mirror

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© 2013 Rick Hardman The glaring light from the string of bulbs above the mirror does me no favours. Apparently, I combed my hair with an egg beater this morning. But, at least I have hair, My one small victory.…

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