The Sixth Sense
26 February, 2011
Author: Bob Pippin
Twas from the front yard I let my bare feet feel the warmth of sun melt the due of grass ever so separating flowers as well as other growing colorful things all revealed more noticeable by the various forty shades of green |
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This piece is my personal work, I’m not a philosopher nor a writer nor an artist of any kind; I’m just a simple, old ordinary person searching for the wisdom of philosophers and writers and artist of all kinds to help me understand how I can seek the wisdom of Nature so that I can best survive life on earth, while enjoying its evermore beauty; and still give a lot to earth’s life; but only take a little from it. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
tommyg (74.67.87.64) -- Sunday, February 27 2011, 12:33 am my poetry even scares me sometimes, that's alright cause I'm a good guy no matter what anyone trys to say |
barb (66.103.60.81) -- Wednesday, March 9 2011, 03:13 am You are no ordinary or simple person ,to write with descriptons like this is not from a simple ordinary person. good write for the intellect,who can understand,not for simple ole me,lol |
tommyg (69.204.221.248) -- Thursday, March 10 2011, 06:42 am Thank you very much for this write it brought me great tranquility it tuely moved me in extremly good ways, standing ovation Bob pippin |
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