john_solomon

Journeyman, thoroughly exploring every path toward the truest perception of reality. Hippie and serious Christian, but I'm not "religious".

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  • john_solomon 3h

    Temporary

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    I guess it's that time again

    Not receiving any notifications. If I don't respond to your tag that's the reason why. Let's see how long it lasts this time.


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  • john_solomon 1d

    Joy
    that falls
    from your eyes
    rains in Heavens
    sky

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  • john_solomon 1d

    Ache

    A
    lonely
    love poem
    ached to feel love
    back


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  • john_solomon 2d

    Mindfulness

    What can anybody do about yesterday
    Why does your mind consume tomorrow's page
    Why would you waste your precious thoughts
    For your state of mind, it's so dangerous
    You all know me, so please trust my plea
    So set yourselves free with this philosophy
    Be mindful of each and every minute
    Everything in the past is beyond atonement
    The future, it's impossible to know it
    Mindfulness is to live and thrive in the moment
    You won't care what you've lost or what you might win
    Be the master of your mental freedom
    Live in the present and I promise you friend
    Your past won't bother you and the future will begin
    With you sitting on the throne of a carefree Kingdom
    I can't imagine a more enchanting existence

    ©john_solomon

  • john_solomon 3d

    #flower

    #haiku

    A favor for a friend

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    Haiku
    Vanity


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    Eye full of sadness
    Beauty is not appearance
    Vain flower wilting
    ©john_solomon

  • john_solomon 3d

    #ceestuesdaytwos

    Hope you like it Carolyn ma'am ��

    This piece is about a writer here @jarraley, she is the absolute best free verse (real poetry) writer in our presence, if you want to be astounded, she is a must read!

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    Non rhyming
    The elegance of her champagne verse
    Is born of a spiritual vintage
    Liquid poetry extracted
    From the flesh of ambrosia fruit
    Of the vineyard within her soul
    She's a fountain of this magic potion
    That casts a spell upon my dull aura
    Bursting it into brilliant hues
    And quenches my parched existence

    Rhyming
    Like grapes plunge from the vine
    Droplets of beauty, drip from her mind
    Fluid lines from her inner spring
    Grace her page, enhancing my being
    Intoxicating my artistic senses
    Soaked in the glory she dispenses
    Her poetic cascades I'm drenched with
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  • john_solomon 1w

    Universe stretches the night time canvas
    Stars fill in the masterpiece
    Brush strokes of gravity

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  • john_solomon 1w

    There is no shine
    without the
    word
    SHE

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  • john_solomon 1w

    Poetry

    Poets share their notions
    Paper absorbs their emotions
    Periodically... The pen bleeds
    Predominantly... The pen see's
    Picturesque art in common things
    Poetry is magic, sometimes it seems
    Photogenicly scribing, what's in a dream

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  • john_solomon 2w

    On the seedlings first day
    He watched the sun fade away
    Gone was his light
    Tears fell all night
    Where is the glow
    And my ability to grow
    This was all new to him
    He was worried and frightened
    He bowed his head and prayed
    And from the horizon saw rays
    He thought...The Lord heard my cries
    He knew God stood by his side
    He grew into a Mighty Oak Tree
    Forever aware, darkness is temporary

    ©john_solomon