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I Came to a Bridge While Out Walking

In the midst and turmoil of daily life where do we cross to find ourself? A Bridge to Our Self Once Taken — a free verse poem I came across a bridge and lingered before crossing Stone and mosaic moss, it slept before me Paths worn and tired, it tempted…

Poetry On Medium

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I Came to a Bridge While Out Walking
I Came to a Bridge While Out Walking
Poetry On Medium

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12 Thoughts When Spooning at Dawn

How to know if the choice was right, a review when cuddling after 40 years. The Disclaimer : I am not boasting the years I have accumulated, that is not my intent, I was fortunate and I recognize everyone has their own road to walk. …

Advice On Love

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12 Thoughts When Spooning at Dawn
12 Thoughts When Spooning at Dawn
Advice On Love

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The Post

Standing in No Man´s land, a charred post views our heroes. The post stood alone, brittle, bereft of kindness, a peering eye. Between the trenches it watched as man´s hubris sputtered by. Raging courage, to quell the fears, it saw men blindly race to the fore, Soon to be slaughtered…

Remembrance Day

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The Post
The Post
Remembrance Day

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ILLUMINATION-Curated

·Mar 29

I Wait For Her

Tears of hoped for passions seep from my heart. Lips tender succulent and caramel sweet Upon a bench I languish, for her to meet. Will she arrive, a craving hot wind at my side, Or must I shy away, like school boy must hide? To stand firm in blind foolish…

Poem Of The Day

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I Wait For Her
I Wait For Her
Poem Of The Day

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Feb 5

The Rage Against Putin is Misplaced

How long will the vitriolic misdirected anger point at the wrong source? Across Medium a plethora of journalistic minds spew a foul river of hate towards Vladimir Putin and the evil he has unleashed on the Ukraine. Some of it is warranted, but is it all? …

Politics

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The Rage Against Putin is Misplaced
The Rage Against Putin is Misplaced
Politics

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·Feb 3

Begin, Began, Be done, Crushing Procrastination

One simple practice that dissolves the beast that gnaws away at aspiration. We all suffer from it to some degree, and if we claim we don’t, we are probably stumbling in a vague mist of anguished denial. The debilitating process of procrastination seeps, like wood rot, into our core and…

Self Improvement

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Begin, Began, Be done, Crushing Procrastination
Begin, Began, Be done, Crushing Procrastination
Self Improvement

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·Jan 25

I choose to, I don’t choose not to.

Unable to utter a listicle, a ‘how to earn on medium’ or negative racial rant, I stagger as a drunk on the precipice of Medium irrelevance. Choice, why did you abandon humanity? I gazed as an innocent, if any in our world truly are, at the morning and I saw…

Life Lessons

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I choose to, I don’t choose not to.
I choose to, I don’t choose not to.
Life Lessons

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·Dec 21, 2022

Who Blinds My Soul?

Reflection is the bane of understanding Eyes closing, shrouded in a haze of gloom I search above, where lies heaven’s hope? Desperation, my only lover, invites me to her tomb Inching, a dirt-stained shuffling shadow, I grope. Confused, I move not to warmth or a belly filled with joy I edge…

Poetry On Medium

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Who Blinds My Soul?
Who Blinds My Soul?
Poetry On Medium

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·Oct 4, 2022

What Evil Lurks in the Morning Fog?

I gazed at a swallowing mass, terrified that I, too, would be consumed. The stilled sleep of fog beckons, hazed anonymous images drift, shapeless or shape-filled, vacant. Does the shadow question? In silence the mist waltzes, in grace it consumes the surface a rolling octopus of fog. It seeps over…

Poetry

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What Evil Lurks in the Morning Fog?
What Evil Lurks in the Morning Fog?
Poetry

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·Oct 1, 2022

My Hands Speak to Me

Gazing at your palms what do you see? Time’s passing leaves crevices that echo shattered trails like dry river beds memories drifting in ash of kindled hopes now gone. Servants forever humbled and bent, dutiful in youth, angered in gnarled age. You have served in solitude firm unwavering, yet unappreciated. You can…

Poetry On Medium

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My Hands Speak to Me
My Hands Speak to Me
Poetry On Medium

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Kevin Farran

Kevin Farran

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Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard

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