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Tradition

by Darris van-Hoxen

Challenge by design
Links flow like raging river
Time shapes every frame

About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.

It must be Nova Scotia; only there

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Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

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Life

by Charlotte Brontë

LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily,

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The Vagabond

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,

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Recent Life Poems

Fragments of a whole

by Mario Odekerken

I am made of pieces-
some sharp,
some soft,
none untouched.

What broke
did not vanish;
it learned how to stay
in quieter forms.

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Like a Tree

by Aynia Moreaux

At times I feel like a tree
seeded in a hard place
or grown in cement
struggling

I want to be like a tree
always looking upwards while
digging my heels into the earth

I want to grow towards the sun

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How heavy is hope

by Mario Odekerken

It rests in the chest like a bird too long caged-
wings bruised from flightless years,
still lifting,
still dreaming of sky it has never touched.

Hope is not light.
It is the weight we carry when we
have nothing else,
the stone we clutch in the flood
because sinking feels closer to flying

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Life is hard sometimes

by Mario Odekerken

Some mornings,the weight is there
before you eyes open.
No reason.
Just gravity,but deeper.

You move because you must.
Not because feels possible.

The coffee is bitter.
The mirror doesn't lie,

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ear to Endymion

by Rikske Kessner

Oh, to remember such
unspoiled kinship with the divine,
where even the wind was a companion
and silence spoke in full sentences.

Perhaps this poem isn’t just
a backward glance but a gentle invitation—
to return, not in time, but in spirit,
to that meadow of soulfulness
where love was once our native tongue.

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