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Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 31, 2018 at 1:20pm

Connecting

The feeling of your touch
when physically not there
brings great joy and pleasure
feeling forever connected

When time to say I love you
it is said by both in unison
a natural occurrence you see
feeling forever connected

United for a mutual cause
makes the quest smooth
and meaningfully bound
feeling forever connected

Little things may not be much
knowing that you really care
is more than a golden treasure
feeling forever connected

Pleasures sensing what you do
feelings for that special person
being in love is a choice to be
feeling forever connected

There are no hand written laws
it's only in your heart that does move
where joined feelings united abound
feeling forever connected

©Julia A Knaake

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 28, 2018 at 10:01pm

Pretending

I pretend every night when I write a story.
Close your eyes to conger an image.
Become one of the characters.
Good person or bad person.
Evil animal or the most delightful animal.
Sweet old lady or the meanest sourpuss.
The story continues if I want it to build.
Often a response will be about the character.
When the gentle reader leaves a positive comment.
Sometimes they think I the writer am the character.
What excitement for a writer to feel.
When the reader thinks you have performed
the almost impossible task in the story.
Thank you.
Thank you so much!
You felt the story was true.
Amazing!
I got through to them.
I tell my mind.
Do not give up.
You ARE believed.
The reader thought.
The story was true.
A wide happy smile begins.
It covers my face.
Contented again.

©Julia A Knaake
11/18/2017

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 27, 2018 at 12:48pm

Chosen Sunflowers

In the south of France

Actually the city of Arles

Vincent eagerly awaits

The models he had hired

But they failed to show.

Perhaps the fierce hot

Wind outside detained them

From their appointed tasks

To keep their appointment

With this future master.

Vincent, improvising all his life,

Walked outside into the wind

Gathered up Sunflowers

Alongside the side of the shed

Housing many earthenware pots.

Back into his humble home

With the creative mixing

Of his few meager paints

He created vibrant colors,

With painstaking patience

Emerged beautiful yellow shades,

Each center a different color tone

Making every seed defined.

This is how a few Sunflowers

Become a beloved painting.

©Julia A Knaake

                                            

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 27, 2018 at 12:35pm

Good one about the Harley Davidson

Comment by Aggie on August 27, 2018 at 9:08am

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 19, 2018 at 7:54pm

                     

Diminutive Silent Echo

You, Silent Echo of mine, usually do not make a lot of noise

like that quiet little mouse in the corner sneaking

along the baseboard quietly unseen making no utterance

at times almost speechless like a feather in the wind

But when you talk, people usually are often listening to your constant chattering. You are babbling, oh the garrulous speaking that can be quite annoying tending to talk with

to much rolling freely as a twisting babbling brook on and on

You have a quiet wisdom about you that people respect and admire. The imagination runs rampant with the wildest stories

pulling your mysterious natural thoughts drawing people in like the repetition of a noise caused by reflection of sound waves

Silent Echo you draw them close to you believing all you say

is true and real akin to the reflection of transmitted radar signals by an object! You, Silent Echo are unique in yourself

being a spirited carefree little imp in the woods.

©Julia A Knaake

Comment by Aggie on August 18, 2018 at 8:52am

"Another Facenap"
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Today,
I am neither Democrat nor Republican,
Neither left nor right nor center.
I am an American,
Born to a legacy of truth and justice,
Born to a legacy of freedom and equality.
Today, I am a patriot
Who will not yield this nation to hate.
Not to neo-Nazis.
Not to thugs self-styled as militia.
Not to slogans or chants.
Not to gestures or flags.
Not to threats and not to violence.
Hate is hate,
Ugly and brutal,
And we will not yield.
Today,
I am Christian, Muslim and Jew,
Catholic, Buddist, Hindu and Sikh,
Atheist and agnostic.
I am Asian, Latino, Hispanic, African American,
White, Native American and multi-racial.
I am an immigrant, a child of the American Revolution,
A veteran and a soldier.
I work in the dark depth of the mines
And the high towers of Wall Street,
In the factories and the farms,
In our hospitals and strip malls.
I am gay, lesbian, straight, bi, trans,
Man, woman and gender-neutral.
I am young, old, blind and deaf,
Hearing and sighted,
Disabled,
Powerful and unafraid.
Truth is truth,
That all are created equal,
And we will not yield.
Today, I am an American,
A citizen of the United States,
A child of this great democracy,
A child of this wise republic,
Dedicated to liberty,
Dedicated to action.
Catholic, Buddhist, Hindu and Sikh,
Atheist and agnostic.
I am Asian, Latino, Hispanic, African American,
White, Native American and multi-racial.
I am an immigrant, a child of the American Revolution,
A veteran and a soldier.
I work in the dark depth of the mines
And the high towers of Wall Street,
In the factories and the farms,
In our hospitals and strip malls.
I am gay, lesbian, straight, bi, trans,
Man, woman and gender-neutral.
I am young, old, blind and deaf,
Hearing and sighted,
Disabled,
Powerful and unafraid.
Truth is truth,
That all are created equal,
And we will not yield.
Today, I am an American,
A citizen of the United States,
A child of this great democracy,
A child of this wise republic,
Dedicated to liberty,
Dedicated to action.
We will not yield!!!

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 16, 2018 at 8:49pm

                          

A Journey of my Little Life

I am great grandma of eight

My brother and sisters are gone

Along with my  dear loving parents

I have also outlived two husbands

All is well and I continue to float

Down the stream like a dry cow pie

Going in whatever direction 

The flow takes me stopping once

In a while to climb the bank and

Observe people places and things

Then float on down to another

Adventure where life sends me

©Julia A Knaake

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 16, 2018 at 8:46pm

The night Before Thanksgiving

T'was the night before Thanksgiving
We stepped outside for a breath of air
The sky was full of vibrant colors
and the wind had settled down
so the people could celebrate and give thanks
©Julia A Knaake

November 2013 ~ Green Valley Az

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 16, 2018 at 5:15pm

Has anyone been writing?

I write something every day.

When I review what I wrote in the past I laugh at the errors.

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