Tide (Poem)

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Another short poem inspired by the sea.


Rare is it people take time to appreciate what life is really about.

As I stroll down the pier, people rush on by. Too busy trying to get somewhere they miss what makes life worth living.

The sigh of the wind.

The sound of the lapping water.

The sight of the sun reflecting, looking like a sea of stars.

People are always in a hurry, swept up by the current of what we call civilization.

Too often people look for beauty, when it is all around us and just needs an open eye and mind.

I feel one of very few with such openess and wonder.

Will future generations remember where to look?

Puppets

What fools we are, manipulated with ease. Corrupted and controlled, spreading like a disease Like a wind with ill intenet, the modern world spreads the modern virus. People believing what they see, wanting to all be fools. The modern age...

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Opening and Exploring

After they had finished at the studio, Talula had agreed, albeit shyly, to go back to Fierra's apartment after they had wrapped things up for the day. And when shi was given a sizable cheque, the wolf taur tried to rebuke it, but Fierra had none of it....

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Inspiration (Poem)

Inspiration is a funny thing. It is as fleeting, as a fling. Inspiration is a funny thing. Often fickle, and carries a sting. Like a mountain climber. Inspiration can slip. Falling and falling. Until you get a grip. Best not to feed on...

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