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More Than a Feeling

Karin, on Real Toads would like to see  a love poem. I'm not big on writing lovey- mushy poems. (I'd sooner read what others have written).  So, rather than wax lyrical about bleeding hearts, stars and moons - I decided... Continue Reading →

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The Battlefield

I have a theory about our fears; they're always there, always murmuring- they never seem to go away. Sometimes, they whisper..but oft times they shout- especially when we want to take a step forward into the unknown. The battle never... Continue Reading →

Journey of a Prayer

Lunch hour at work. Just enough time to pen a poem. In reality, I've been ruminating on this one since yesterday and I'm no-where nearer understanding the essence of a prayer. I know what it is, obviously- and why...but I... Continue Reading →

Spoil Me

The word ‘spoil’ connotes negativity. Uh-uh!- not for me. I’ve never been enticed, nor impressed by material wealth. Where true riches lie are in those intangible moments and quality relationships that warm you up from the inside - you just can’t... Continue Reading →

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The Bench

The prompt for this piece is to write about a place with deep meaning to us, a place that heals us. This was easy! My favourite park has a lake and a bench I've been talking to for years. I... Continue Reading →

Love Is a Game

I’ve likened the 'game' of Love to a game of Monopoly. I used to play it for hours with my brothers -in my younger years. Phrases like "GO TO JAIL: Go directly to Jail. Do not pass Go. Do not... Continue Reading →

Thin Ice

There's something to be said for sustained hardship, persecution, maltreatment -call it what you will. It either makes you or breaks you. There doesn't appear to be a straight-forward formula between hardship and the human resolve. Some crack under pressure,... Continue Reading →

The New-Born

I consider myself a student of poetry and love to play around with as many forms as possible. However, every so often, a poem just flows from my pen...and I leave it there- sans punctuation - as I would while... Continue Reading →

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