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Art Poetry

Merry Christmas

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Christmas Day

The moon is shining in the sky
The stars are twinkling down
The frost is glistening on the grass
And on the rooftops ’round
And I am sitting in my bed
And thinking of the way
One night turned all nights upside down
And made this Christmas Day.

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Art Spiritual

Reflection

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Reflection (74 Words)

O looking back the way I came,
I found my future much the same;
The dreams short-lived, the shadows tall,
Still one true Light above it all.

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Art Poetry

Land of the Dead

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Land of the Dead (94 Words)

Over the gray mountains
So it is said
Lies a Valley of Shadows
The Land of the Dead.

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Art Fantasy

The Long Walk

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The Long Walk (154 Words)

“Are we there yet?” said the littlest gnome.

There was no immediate answer. The gnomes walked much as they had walked for many months, slow and patient.

“No,” said the leader. “There are still miles to go yet.”

The littlest gnome stumbled. She was tired, so tired. “I don’t want to go on,” she said. She sat down. “I want to rest.”

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Poetry Romance

Song of the Roamer

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Song of the Roamer  (78 Words)

Where are you going
So far from your home
What are you seeking
And why do you roam

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Photo Poetry

Movement

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Time (28 Words)

Time is running
You stand still
If you don’t run
Time always will

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Fantasy Photo

Fire-Blood

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Fire-Blood (691 Words)

The downstairs infirmary was silent and empty. Medicine jars and torn blankets were shattered and strewn across the floor.

Sister Bierce was glad for the disarray only in that it emphasized abandonment and disuse. Dragonkind was not permitted in the abbey and allowed on the outer courts only by special exception. And here was Khaz, never one to win favor with the abbot, following her in the sharp, jerking motion of a fire-blood who has forgotten his human form, his mind trapped in lizard shape. If he was seen he would be killed, and wounded as he was he could not defend himself.

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Art Fantasy

Wallie on Robots

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Happy Easter from Wallie’s Wentletrap!  It being Easter, Wallie, my Friend, and I have been mulling much over the spiritual nature of this odd old world we live in. And since we can’t seem to avoid mixing a little strangeness into our philosophizing, I’ll share with you the result of a preoccupation with Christianity, sci-fi, and a fascinating course in modern literature.