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Throw Back
Oh why won’t the fish come to me? as an angler that is my plan; they seem to just leave me be, sang a lonely old fisherman. There he sat…
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Tomorrow is already here
Everyone wants peace, but only some of them are trying. Meanwhile, talks are prolonged again, as people are starving; dying. Why keep on stalling? As the world is watching and…
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Peace Crossroads
The road to peace is hard. It is long; unjust and weary. The giving in, or giving up, after giving all, is scary. But, it takes far more courage, than…
By AlessandroAM
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The Bakery
Fishermen fill the horizon beyond the hill As I make my way to the bakery by the mill I smell the sweet bread in the air And your perfume in…
Photo by dmytros9
A survey of the heart
I made a survey of your heart Travelled along the canals Looked deep inside this vessel Every beat was mapped and analysed And I found things I never realised. You…
Stock Image by alonesbe
The Missing Peace
We live in a beautiful world. Blue skies with gentle breeze. Those aqua coloured oceans. Those beautiful green trees. The birds and the bees. The dramatic rocks on the pier.…
Image by Laurence Meehan
Ode to my mother.
I see her now Smiling up at me On the beach in Salthill Wide eyed and staring Don’t swim out too far She says wisely Always swim towards the shore…
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Olympus Mons
Tempest clouds atop Olympus Mons Dust devils spin by the bottom Temperature is holding Extravagant, the call of the wild In my journey this strange autumn. Doused in optimism Application…
Photo by Ugglemamma
A grand stretch
in the evening.
There's a grand stretch in the evening. The trees sway in summer breeze. A queen bee is surveying the honey crop Nearby children chalk out some fun. The adults cooking…
Image by FabrikaPhoto
No Words
Between my finger and my thumb, the squat pen rests; snug as a gun, but no words will come. I want to shoot the ink on to the blank page:…