Rupert
There’s a purpose to this venture, to inform and to uplift. I never managed in my lifetime, to share my poets gift.
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- 949 reads
Is there a point?
In truth your words are travelers between your world and mine. They’re neither gifts. nor servants they’re on loan from the Divine.
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- 922 reads
The New Year
There are lines within creation sometimes shining, sometimes dim. That connect us all to heaven and point to the truth within.
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- 865 reads
Fine line
Free will can be an engine, the power and the fuel. Or a deeply trodden furrow, from a never ending duel.
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Past lives
Past lives are not illusions that rise at dawn and fade at dusk They’re the footsteps of creation, our lineage in dust.
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- 879 reads
Birds wing
Now’s the time to face the future, to bite the bullet, make amends. To live in harmony with nature, and see challenges as friends.
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- 1090 reads
RED SKATE CHAPTER TWO
There lying over the ice, was the mangled body of Julia Entwistle. The poor girl was covered in blood, and a skate was sticking out her throat. My partner, Cathy Jones, whistled.
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- 857 reads
Prom Night
Just a poem I wrote when I was sorta down.
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- 406 reads
Paper Dolls
...paper dolls have paper hearts
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- 1220 reads