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ink-slinger12 replied to your post: I have just discovered the formatting on my laptop...
Grrrrrrrrr…. Damn phone app
I do have Xkit on my laptop, so there’s that
Picking petals off flowers contemplating life, I became indecisive without you… as minutes slip into hours my silence chased, broken only by the rumble of the coming rain... Won’t you, please, come back and plant gardens in my soul? Please rid the weeds in my soul.
A short but heartfelt collab with none other than the amazing @ink-slinger12 :) <3 Thank you
Fathers Rock
Kevin the Cherokee Kevin the Stock George and Steve you fathers rock and since there are more here than I could ever recall I simply say thanks and send love to you all! Though she’s definitely not a father, I’m sending out extra special love and prayers to my dear friend Aubrie today, and last but not least, it feels like there’s one Kevin missing in this poem. I don’t know if you’re a father or not, but much love to you and yours my friend. Please forgive me gang, but I have to do this,if no one’s told you yet this Father’s Day, then I’m most blessed to be the first to say... I love you, Mike <3
It’s Fleeting Kids
Five minutes ago my greatest concern in life was whether or not my last poem would be well received. Yes, I know that’s not terribly important, but it did seem to be until I saw some news regarding our wonderful friend George. Apparently he was in a car accident, but he’s okay. His son has posted some info on his blog, and I’m sure they would appreciate any love or prayers you may wish to send their way. As for the title, life can change in A New York Minute, please don’t miss out. Love you George, and love you all. Mike.
Music Titles Game
I was tagged by: thephilosophersotherstone
Using only song names from 1 artist, answer the following questions creatively. Pass it on to 15 people. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think!
Pick your artist/band: Led Zeppelin
Are you male or female?: Walter's Walk
Describe yourself: When The Levee Breaks
How do you feel?: I Can't Quit You Baby
Describe where you currently live: Gallows Pole
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?: Stairway To Heaven
Your favourite form of transportation:LA Drone
Your best friend is: Dazed and Confused
You and your best friends are: Over The Hills and Far Away
Favourite time of day: In The Evening
If your life was a TV show what would the title be:Communication Breakdown
What is life to you: Good Times, Bad Times
Describe your relationship: Moby Dick
Your fear: The Girl I Love She Got Long Black Wavy Hair
Tagging in alphabetical order:
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Good morning my friends. I realize that there are only about 5 of us on at the moment, but these are a few of the people who really make me smile. I would change the title to wonderful or kind friends, but the smile is there all the same, and lest I should forget later, if no one's told you yet today, let me be the first to say... I love you, Mike <3
The snow, the park bench, and you
The snow came bristling in Dressing the park in a blanket of white. The bench you called your own Never seemed so lonely.
A clash of wills, like the haunting fog settling in for a long winter’s day So thick it clouded the warmth and hid the sun from the truth.
I’ve been reaching out in quiet desperation but the barren park offers no hand… Even the empty bench feels a little too full to offer a seat to a fleeting moment.
I had hoped to find you there even if it was but a mere shadow of the person whom I grew to love But it looks as if you packed up, and moved on.
Maybe, maybe, I’ll just go home.
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