His Writings

“The earth that opens wide her mouth to swallow man and his works is the redeemer of our souls from bondage to our bodies.” From the Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran. Advertisements

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Speaking Pages #5

If only I can imagine all by myself I would grow arms like those before I was shelved Before I was washed and pulped, squeezed and dried I would have wrote on another like me With the tip of my burnt branch. Oh, how papery it feels My flat surface so, surreal Yet here I […]

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Speaking Pages #4

So dear writer, Hang your pen over my blank Why have you not scribbled today? Or is it… that the tributaries of your brain froze? Why, Writer’s block I deem…? Do you know that if you stare at me long enough That is all you would do.. Go take yourself a brisk walk Run, jog, […]

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‘Pok’ish Lies

where my love did the lies started, what transitions have you crossed, are they lies to get me stranded, or are you miserably cold-hearted, with nothing left between the heat and the cold, do you feel pride in deception, is it some narc wimp, that plays like Pok with your fancies, do tell I pray,what […]

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Roses are Red

This is my first Acrostic Poem from 2015.   Roses are red they say Oh! And I see them every day. Some walking the streets with ‘dreds’ Eagerly tying bandanas on their heads, young men So are children who run and play All having their fun with laughter each day Rich women on walks, young […]

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Speaking Pages #3

During my midnight rest Writers become possessed By fleeing words in mind Tosses digested ones aside To find that hungry leaf of mine, A midnight snack I am forced to eat! ©2018∼VearnaGloster  

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Speaking Pages #2

And the poet asked, “should your surface I scratch?” With the sensibility of its tannish hue, the page answered, “of course dear Poet, you may not know, but pens do tickle my fancy.” Poet,Page and Pen, succumbed to Words. ©2018∼VearnaGloster    

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Why she writes

Why do you write? he asked She answered with the softest tone… It takes all my sorrows away. It gives me such strength to know how joy can come from giving part of myself to someone else without being physical. If anger came univited I sit myself and calmly write of its journey So too […]

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Nature and I

the air breath sun on the shelter of my skin cool wind on my cheeks caress of a blade of grass a tear runs slowly down my cheek… bubbles within is a spring of delight pure pleasure… ©2018∼VearnaGloster  

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For the wild

This is not what you know, I am not what you have heard me to be I came here to be free like you Nothing of being bloodthirsty. Longing for friendly company The ones who can feel me, feel and know my heart Know that no savage I am Simply, a strong work of art. […]

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