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Phenomenal Woman

Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the Continue Reading

Don’t Look

Yes, I am very late in updating, but I will try to write a longer post soon. ;) For now here's a poem I wrote. ;) Don’t Look a poem by me. ;) Don’t look up at me, Because I will only let you Continue Reading

It’s the Subtle Things

Another poem I wrote. I was thinking about all these things and then I decided to write a poem about it… It’s the Subtle Things a poem by R. J. Dixon It’s those little things, That dig Continue Reading

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the Continue Reading

Take Time – a poem

Take Time a poem. Take time to smell the roses. Take time to admire the rainbows. Take time to play with hoses. Take time to watch the sparrows. Take time to marvel at the sunrise. Take time Continue Reading

Different

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I Continue Reading

The Elegance of a Tulip

The Elegance of a Tulip

click for larger viewing. Tulips By A.E. Stallings The tulips make me want to paint, Something about the way they drop Their petals on the tabletop And do not wilt so much as Continue Reading

You Must Learn To Let Go

You Must Learn To Let Go

Let Go... To 'let go' does not mean to stop caring; it means I can't do it for someone else. To 'let go' is not to cut myself off; it is the realization that I must not control another. To Continue Reading

The Subtle Glow of the Evening Sun

The Subtle Glow of the Evening Sun

Let Evening Come Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her Continue Reading

Horatius at the Bridge

I enjoy poetry. Better than just poetry, I enjoy poetry that takes your breath away. The kind that gives you thrills. The kind that makes you see the battle or the scene from the poet's eyes and not Continue Reading