Welcome Home By Kristi Kirby

Welcome home To the house being Built Where an empty lot once Stood I’m coming home Awake Understanding Why I’m still standing With a stick and a hat Life is not made of great things Alone A bunch of little things helps us Grow I was shown unfailing Love This home is being built Full…

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Stop all the clocks By WH Auden

(In memory of Frank, beloved husband of Bernie and dear friend of Tenzin & tribe.) Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the…

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Word! By Kristi Kirby

What others say What comes your way Thoughts Find the message in Today Closed eyes Disappear Fears Use my vessel My own Skin Paradise Within No hate in my State Appear I will give The right Hands up Fist pump Jump Eat See The tree of Life Perseverance Insurance We can tolerate Anything Fill your…

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Liberty By Christine Kennedy

Liberty in history is but a habitual repetition of church , and state . It does nothing for liberty. Liberation is acting without power. The compulsion to lead , follow or assemble. The danger in this is history has shown its tendency to stereotype, which leads to censorship of a individual or group . In…

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TO ERR IS HUMAN by Fiona Goodwin

I’ve done things and said things That haven’t always been in my interest I’ve said yes to people and places When my heart wasn’t in it. I hid the truth from my eyes So they couldn’t see That my words and my truth did not agree I did it for them, or so I thought…

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What is a Nutter? By Kristi Kirby

What is a Nutter? Is it butter for Your toast? I like that the Most I suppose it is Found inside An avocado Why not spread that On next Could it be a Tomato? Slice it up And Place it On Could it be Because your In love with Fiona Goodwin? Possibly? Pass the pepper…

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The beauty within By Fiona Goodwin

The beauty within, The essence of who I am Of who you are Buried under God knows what, Is the treasure. I get distracted at times Wandering in the shallows Forgetting That the blueprint to my destiny -and yours Lies within. It is the gold in the galleon Sunk without trace – not quite The…

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