Posted by Bob Adamcik | Mar 8, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 |
Our mother sat to rest back down the way. We knew not, as she bid her shadow stay With us awhile. It was at noonday, bright With sun, when she complained of dying light, We grasped her arm and found a slack and thin Ethereal...
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I thought when first I held in store A silent, guarded bit of me That at last conquered your will, I was a child in fear of men. You, who vows like medals wore, To whom committal came so free, Were a woman — while I was...
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Come, Lay your head against my breast. Await the coming of your rest. st, about 2004 Falls Church ___________________ © 2016, R.S. Adamcik adamcikb@pobox.com
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How long the journey, How short the road, To have found my destination Behind the door I closed As I was leaving. st, +/- 2004 Otsego ___________________ © 2016, R.S. Adamcik adamcikb@pobox.com...
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Would thinking that way change our discourse around poverty, immigration, religion, refugees, economic status, hunger and so many other social issues that are tearing apart the U.S. and the world?
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..as we are to others? The Golden Rule tells us to treat others as you we would want them to treat us. But turn this around for a minute. How about dealing with yourself like you deal with others? If a friend makes a...
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