Please remit your story 6 words
advanced warning stories may be habit-forming
a good thing to be liked
“It’s a good day to die”
perspective matters most in precarious times
every way we live with dignity
“white man, Black woman, Voluntary outsiders”
“Great cast, excellent locations, murky plot”
“Dead soldiers do sometimes come back”
“feeling lost is a temporary state”
wow you all have remarkable stories
keep them coming, everyone rise
“left the keys, see you tonight”
“actually it will be tomorrow then”
Peace of mind doesn’t come easily
“This story of mine has potential”
“Small girl big is the best”
“Lovely morning light can you see?”
“Listen to the silence of Love”
“Poetry music Ireland love tragedy survival”
“Taking care, reaching out to all”
“Love you unconditionally and without expectations”
“H.I.P.P.I.E Happy (high) intelligent person pursuing infinite enlightenment”
“Passionate artist accepting the journey given”
Great music is always made together
aggregate housing is what we need
crossing over to the dark side
crossing over to the other side
We belong to one another forever
A rude awakening comes over me
eyes peering out from stinging nettles
Imagine that arrived early on time
touch points from here on out
emergency services can do so much
we’re not going the same way
not merely focused on health care
opened can of worms going fishing
here’s what we can offer you
somewhere over the rainbow we’re lost
compare here and there with must
long way home the Jericho Road
lost in thoughts empty your mind
stillness is best medicine for troubles
Imagine a world of kaleidoscopic perspectives.
ex communicates feeling in smiling rhymes
Hard not to be a cliché
“I am apprehensive about my words”
lovely sentiments from a sweet tart
“where are you sleeping tonight?”
“you have said you are not..”
“it is difficult to be me”
” I know, impossible to imagine that”
Your words stir inside my heart
Smiling faces greet me every dawn
Hello, where are you staying now?
No one knows my aching bones
Troubles come blowing through trembling fingers
sometimes I’m always a motherless child
sometimes I feel I’d almost die
I’m a long way from home
If you hear the whistle blow
100,000 ways to measure your love
It ain’t easy, It ain’t easy
Never mind I’m going to wait
We’re gliding somewhere over the rainbow
Going to jump down spin around
Endless view of spinning horizon plain
Summer breezes arising in vapid waves
colors abound throughout rain streaked heavens
flourescent reefs aglow in still waters
breathing easily notice passing life
touch per aching heart breathes love
Butterfly flutters from flower to flower
Bees buzz through endless poppy’s blush
Crows caw claiming their rightful supremacy
Kindred spirits lie within your heart
Moon beams dance across the sun
Rhapsodies in August wash away tears
Come hither I’ll steal your heart
Invisible people never forget their place
Neighbors build bridges spanning the wilderness
Piercing light comes stealthfully stealing night
Touching strokes glancing robbing memory’s flight
What will I do what matters
didn’t sleep needed to hold her
Spill the beans reprieve from silence
Long slumbers entangled legs and arms
couples dancing illuminating piercing dawn’s gait
palpitating pulsating quivering memory of lust
Come hither taste these sweet lips
departures come go stirring impassioned serenades
Dawn’s light trembling in darting flight
Tremors of sadness rise and ebb
Knowing you always keeps me here
gestures of the heart gathers within
gestures of the heart holding hands
gestures of the heart stir memories
playful hands strong grips dissolving inhibitions
Syncopating rhythm resting nowhere within bounds
Shadows glisten beneath these hoary silhouettes
none remembers safe passages homeward bound
Burdens rise when you come home
tailors can’t sew this tattered cloth
Class warfare provocates a desperate flight
None here can hear the drones
no place left to lie down
be still aching heart of mine
sublet the place from your master
radiant beauty rests within one’s view
lethargy rolls up hanging upside down
pro-life reveals sacred trust for all
“Quiet mind full heart expansive spirit”
Old odd enduring man stretching out
my orange poppies blooming welcome you
pansies mother’s favorite surviving in winter
Lilies of the valley stand tall
choruses’ refrain building to a crescendo
contumely of innocence ricocheting through generations
Harbinger of spring slender filials emerge
catapulting jolt crossing the event horizon
hysteria awaiting for the unexpectant passerby
nostalgia does not wait for tomorrow
Ends and beginnings transform our lives
You’re cordially invited to begin again
