Windy Road
a small windy road makes its way through a small town named Stamford, New York (Visited 52 times, 1 visits today)
Category: Poetry
What You Have Now
by Thomas Slatin
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Enjoy what you have now; we may never be here again. Remember this day well it only happens just this once. This day like any other day; 24 hours that...
Waters’ Reflection
by Thomas Slatin
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see my reflection in the water full of fish they see my reflection as well (Visited 44 times, 1 visits today)
Waterfalls’ Fury
by Thomas Slatin
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A waterfall surrounded by large rocks; who would dare to venture too close? Only to be swept away by the dangerous yet beautiful fury of rushing waters. I myself venture...
Walk In The Woods
by Thomas Slatin
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a walk through the woods along this old rocky road trees stand on both sides (Visited 18 times, 1 visits today)
The World Today
by Thomas Slatin
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I gaze into the endless field of grass. At tall mountains covered with green lush trees. I see rivers, ponds, and fields all within my back yard waiting for me...
The Virtual Me
by Thomas Slatin
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We’re so far away, but I am here to stay. It’s the virtual me. We’re always on-line at just the right time. We sit and we chat; typed messages lacking...
The Tree Of Life
by Thomas Slatin
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If life were but a tree the world would finally be as one. Past generations leave their legendary mark among the branches; leaves as people, branches united and known to...
The Misunderstood Child
by Thomas Slatin
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I went downstairs one night to find my parents reading my candle-light “The Misunderstood Child — 101 Ways To Understand Your Kid” I felt left out; something wasn’t right. Was...
The Man At The Fair
by Thomas Slatin
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The Man at the fair stands tall trying to get a passerby to play his game. “Throw a dart pop a balloon win a prize…”, He calls out on his...
The Empty Page
by Thomas Slatin
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An empty page Like a mind without ideas. Think of something. Write of something. Take this boring wasteland; Add ideas to let it flourish. Plant words among the lines. Take...
Suicide Of A Classmate
by Thomas Slatin
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Have a suicide plan; Planned out all in my mind. Tell my parents I shall not make it home. Leave me alone It’s too late to help me now. Had...
Rushing Water And Rustling Leaves
by Thomas Slatin
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I know a place where we can go. It’s down by the river; one may listen to the wind blow. Listen to the rushing waters and the wind blowing through...
River Carry Me Away
by Thomas Slatin
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Oh river, carry me away. Far, far away; Nothing is left for me here. With your cold, rapid waters, carry me quickly away from here. Over the many rocks I...
Raped At 18
by Thomas Slatin
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Raped at 18 years of age. If you let me touch you, I won’t try to start a fight tonight. If you let me feel you, I won’t try to...
Princess Di
by Thomas Slatin
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A beautiful woman. A model Princess of Wales. Riding in her car ambushed by the press. Car is now a cage trapping the perishing goddess inside. Past the golden hour...
Angry Child
by Thomas Slatin
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This child is so angry. Nobody understands him so he chooses to live in his own little world. Nobody sees the gifts he has, nor do they care. His world...
My Uncle Grant
by Thomas Slatin
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My Uncle Grant; not only family, but my also best friend. He passed away much too soon, leaving me behind. I will never forget the fun times we shared; the...
Me, The Firefighter
by Thomas Slatin
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Me, the firefighter. My white uniform clean and pressed perfectly. I walk in sequence; tall and proud, hiding that which is the real me. The playful little kid I must...
Look Back On My Life
by Thomas Slatin
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My life lives forever in my words. Reincarnated on every page, relievable any number of times. Such a gift it is to look back on my life… relive those forgotten...
Life Is But A Journey
by Thomas Slatin
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Life is but a journey with a fork in every road. Its high roads and its low roads. We as travelers know only where we are and where we’ve been....