In This Life

We have spent the years together

Loving, laughing, sharing

We have been lovers

We have been friends

We have cried together

And laughed together

There is no greater pleasure

Than knowing

In this life

I was loved by you

©Walt Page 2018

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My Simple Poetry

I’m a simple man
With simple thoughts
I use simple words
Words from my heart

My poetry is as simple as I am
I don’t use big words
I don’t want my readers
To guess what I mean


I want them to know
To feel what I write
To understand my poetry
To be one with my poems

I live a simple life
I write about love
I can’t be fancy
That’s not who I am

The words I use are simple
Words everyone can understand
My poetry is simple
Words of love and hope from a simple man

©Walt Page 2018

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500 Followers! Thank You!

When I started this blog last March,
I never dreamed that I would reach
this many followers, but here I am, with
500 followers as of today.

This has been and is a journey of exploration
and expression. Expression of my thoughts on love, romance, life
and whatever pops into my head.

Thanks to all of you who read my work and follow my posts.
Knowing that you enjoy what I write fills me
with inspiration and happiness. My success here
is because of all of you.

Thank you and my very best to all of you!


©Walt Page 2018

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The Greatest Gift

The greatest gift anyone can give
Is the gift of themselves

The gift of love that two people share
Is a magical gift
One of destiny
Loyalty, trust, passion
And the gift of themselves
To each other

You cannot change yesterday.
You can only make the most of today
And look with hope toward tomorrow

Peace is found not in what surrounds you
But in what you hold within

©Walt Page 2018

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A wonderful flash fiction story by my friend Penny at! Please comment on her original post.

Penny Wilson Writes

They were just ahead.  Soon, she’d have all she wanted.

It had been a torturous journey.  Having been denied this small luxury was hell.  People over there didn’t understand.  Still on the tiny plane, she started to imagine it.

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The Truth Of The Heart

In the twilight mist of early evening
Comes the tenderness of Ladyhawke
Softly caressing my soul with her beauty
And whispering words of love

In the twilight mists of the evening
She fills my heart with gladness
As we enjoy the beauty of our love
At peace with being One

In the twilight world of Poets and Ladyhawks
The Darkness brings the Light
The Truth of the Heart is renewed
And there is Love

©Walt Page 2018

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Forever Loved

A very special thank you to
my wife Susan for letting me post
her original poetry.

Somewhere amidst the thickets tangle

Hidden betwixt briar & bramble

Grows a rose like no other

Love’s true passion its color

Knowing none, but the one true heart

Who fears not the thorns

Can lay claim to her beauty

As his and his alone

To caress and to cherish

Forever Loved

Yet never Owned

©Susan Page 2018

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The Loneliness Of The Lonely

What is it like to feel lonely?
To be lonely?
To feel lost… alone… unwanted?
You may think you know
But you don’t

How can you be surrounded by people
Yet nobody sees you
Talks to you… smiles at you…

How can anyone live like this?
Why even go on living this way?

I’ve found so many lonely souls here
Searching for answers
Wanting someone to talk to
Someone to listen to their pain
Someone to help

I’ve tried to help
But I can’t do it alone

Will you be their answer?
Their saving grace?
Will you step up and help them?
Lead them out of their loneliness?

Or will you turn your back
And walk away?

It’s so easy to help
Just listen to them
Talk with them
Be a friend

Be the difference in their life
Just be there

Make it happen
Do it now!

©Walt Page 2018

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One more Day

A lovely poem from my friend Michael. Please visit his blog at He’s a man of many talents!


As time draws near and daylight fades and night knocks on my door

To take my hand and lead away to far and distant shore

I know that I shall want one more, and beg that I may stay

to spend with you from waking hours until the end of day

To see you smile and hear your voice and watch you as you sleep

and laugh and love and cry and drink of all you are quite deep

and so to sunset one last time I hold you in my arms

and lovers promises I make and swear I’ll never harm

And in those moments faces lined and eyes still burning bright

I kiss your lips and say farewell and head into the night

without regret without remorse and love without relent

and thank you for your years and love and faith and life well spent

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A World Of Wonder

I’m in a world of wonder
Caused by you
Captured by the beauty
Of everything you do

The way that you love me
The touch of your hand
The way that I feel
When you say “You’re my man”

Even when we’re apart
You are all around me
My eyes fill with love
For the visions I see

You see me for what I am
And you love me as I am
Even with all my faults
Ever since our love began

Though this world may be screwed up
I have you by my side
You are my Guardian
I have no need to hide

©Walt Page 2018

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We Are So Clueless

A timely must read by my friend Wulf at Please visit his post on his blog and comment there.

Brandewijn Words

It happened again. 2nd time in about a month. The first time I didn’t bring it up or write about it. Well, that’s not totally true. I just didn’t let you know that a movie called The Zookeepers Wife was the source of why I wrote something. That movie left me hurting and humbled for who we humans are and what we have so often done. Well, it has happened again. Same. But different. It was one of those perspective gaining moments where one realizes, or at least should realize, how fucking great we have it in this the nation we call America.

I read this article this morning about the story of Yeonmi Park.

Here is a brief excerpt. If you don’t feel up to reading the entire article, please read this at least…and let it sink in. Deep. Deeeeeep. I’ll be back.

She says she endured repeated sexual…

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A Month Of March Prompts In One Day

Thanks once again to Michelle from
Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for her list of daily prompts for the month of March.
Please visit her site for the March list of daily prompts.

I opened my journal this morning and followed Michelle’s
instructions while I drank my usual Fizzy Whizzys’ Morning Blend.
As I looked at her prompts I thought to myself,
Galloping Gadzooks! What in the world are
Purple Nurples?

I called Fidgety Fiona and asked her if she knew.
She told me that a purple nurple was the act of grabbing
and twisting a nipple of another person or yourself. I knew
then that this was going to be fun. I always thought
that only Creaky Cranks did things like that when they
were a Hobbity Bobbity, a not so average teenage boy.

I realized I was making Silly Assumptions and was
becoming Punch Drunk from the fizzy whizzy’s morning blend.
So following Michelle’s instructions, I decided it was time
to look for A Tisket For A Tasket
to put in my Powdered Blue basket. As I stepped
outside, the Billowy Breezes rattled the
Jelly Jars in my basket.

I started searching for Pouty and Plump Bootle Beetles
that had Stitches Of Glitches, a rare and very
valuable imperfection which would make a wonderful
tisket for a tasket. My friend Guzzling Gary
had once told me to look under the Mounds Of Mush
left by Pink Poodles.

Needless to say, that made me a little Antsy Pantsy.
I wasn’t looking forward to digging through poodle
mush trying to find the Ruby Red Fiddlesticks
which were hiding places for the beetles I was
looking for. I was getting Sniffles and Snuffles
dealing with all this Nonsensical Hodgepodge.

It had started to rain lightly which created
Dribbles of Delight and A Twinge Of Fate.
remembered a scene from Mission To Mars
and realized my quest was hopeless.

I decided that since it was raining, I would
stay dry if I had some Hanky Panky while I went
Spelunking with Moaning Myrtle. So with a
Hurry Scurry I went to pickup Myrtle and we
spent the day in a lovely cave making love
and getting high on Jamba Juice. I never
did find those darn bootle beetles but
after spending the day with Myrtle I
didn’t care.

The moral of this story: Let your writing take
you to places that you normally don’t go.

©Walt Page 2018

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Fading Away

Sometimes I feel like fading away
Back to the days when I would play
The days when music was all that mattered
Before the world we knew was shattered

When I was young and had no pain
And all the pretty girls knew my name
Playing drums and singing songs
Those are the days where I belong

Those memories still make me smile
If even for only a little while
So take my hand and be with me
Together we will fade away

©Walt Page 2018

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I Ask Myself Why

More and more each day
I ask myself why
Why all the killing
All the hatred
The name calling
The bullying

Why have we lost our values
Our faith
Our respect for others
Our respect for life

Why do we elect the ones we do
Why do we let this continue
Why don’t we protest
Like we did in the 60s

Why do we worry about terrorism
When the real threat is ourselves
Why do we continue to look the other way
Why do we keep quiet
When there’s so much to say

Why do we let this evil continue
Why aren’t songwriters
Writing more protest songs
Why can’t we remember
What’s right and what’s wrong

Why aren’t we doing
What needs to be done
Why are we more concerned
With a wall on our border with Mexico
And Jennifer Aniston’s breakup
Than we are about the safety of our schools

So many whys
With so few answers
More and more each day
I ask myself why

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind”

©Walt Page 2018

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Under The Milky Way

We walk together
Hand in hand
Under the Milky Way

The darkness of the night
Brings a chill to the air
But we take comfort
From the warmth of our love

We stop to watch a shooting star
And wonder where it goes
We hope the wish we make comes true
But even if it doesn’t

We’ll always have the memory
Of walking together
Hand in hand
Under the Milky Way

©Walt Page 2018

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Save Our Children – A Double Sedoka

Death is everywhere
No place is safe anymore
Our children are being shot

Stop all the madness
We’ve done nothing for too long
The time has come to end this

No more loss of life
It’s time to end this killing
Too much death, too much sadness

Now’s the time to act
Save our children, start today
Let them live to laugh and play

©Walt Page 2018

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The voice still speaks.

A wonderful poem on aging by Chris Black. Please comment on the original post. ☺

Same Train, Different Track

As if rinsing the darkness from his hair
Old age appeared to freeze his body

What once was a curly mop top, now scarce
A marathon runner, now learns of walking aids

Engaging you in conversation, he says age is but a number
Appears mine is nearly up?

My hair may be greying, I’ll not allow the grey matter
Follow down that path

Yes I have lots to grumble about, but what is the sense in that?
Energise your mind and body, not search out excuses

Nothing can stop you from growing old
So be brash, be bold

You may have lost your youthful looks
Live the gifts that you have been given

The path you trod is now winding
But think, did you always walk the straight and narrow?

Live for today, celebrate tomorrow.
(c) Chris Black. February 2018.

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Welcome To My World

One of my originals from early in 2000

The spray of the waves on your face
The palms rustling in the soft breeze
Eyes as blue as the ocean
Welcome to my world

The slow, golden setting of the sun
The cry of a solitary sandpiper
The scent of night blooming jasmine
Welcome to my world

The sound of slow jazz playing softly
The beauty of leaping dolphins
The rising of a full moon
Welcome to my world

©Walt Page 2000

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While You Loved Me

One of my originals from August 10, 2001

I remember us
I remember the smiles
The laughter… the love
I remember the sunsets
Walking along the shore
Hand in hand

I remember every moment
Of being with you
All these years
I remember

You were mine
You are mine
For all time
You were my beginning

How I loved
While you loved me

©Walt Page 2001

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The Life Of A Poet

A poet’s life is not what it seems

It’s much more than just words

More than stanzas, verses and rhymes

It’s writing through your chronic pain

Your grief and your failures

Your good days will shine

As your words start to flow

But your bad days will show

And everyone will know

So we take a deep breath and we write

Our words help relieve the pain

And get us through the day

Our words are our life

They give us hope and we go on

We love what we do

But not always what we write

Our hearts are shared with our words

Our souls are bared for all to see

We write to live, to share our love

We write for us and we write for you

Our words can hurt

Like the pain we feel

But they give us hope

While they help us heal

This is our life, our reality

We take each other on a journey of love

While God send us the words

On the wings of a dove

©Walt Page 2018

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The Unseen Hand

I have always felt
The presence of an unseen hand
That guides me and protects me
As I travel through this life

It comforts me
When I’m in pain
And when it senses danger
It pushes me away

The poetry I’m writing now
Is guided by the hand
It often even tells me
That it’s my biggest fan

When I don’t know just what to do
The hand will point the way
It sets me free to be myself
And write another day

Is it the Hand of God I feel?
His presence that surrounds me?
Or is it the unseen hand I feel
The one inside of me?

©Walt Page 2018

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Plight Of The Night Creatures

I had always heard the stories about them. The creatures who
were said to wander at night. It was told that they had been raised
from the dead… now in limbo with nowhere to go.

The plan had been to bring them fully back to life. But the experiment
failed. They were dead during the day, wandering mutants at night.
They had no elevator to heaven, no stairway to hell.

They weren’t vampires nor zombies. They were lost souls created
by a failed experiment. Revenge was what they wanted. Revenge
was what they’d get. They were coming for us.

©Walt Page 2018

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Whisper The Words

After my post on Tuesday called Words Of A Poet,
I was asked by several followers to post some of my
early poetry. This was originally posted on my
website on January 25, 2002.
I created the title image seen here.
I hope you enjoy it.

Whisper to me
Softly… gently
Tell me you love me
Capture my heart
As you whisper the words

Whisper sweet melodies
s we dance with each other
Look deep in my eyes

And whisper the words

©Walt Page 2002

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Night Dream Meadow

Often when I sleep I dream
I go to a place I call Night Dream Meadow
Where the moon is bright
And my heart is light
And I listen to the voices of the night

I walk through the meadow
Following the path
Leading me to the Rainbow Bridge
Where I’m greeted by the dogs I’ve loved

Rusty, General, Duke and Belle
Dakota, Willow and Rose
The air is filled with sounds of love
A favorite dream from Heaven above

I stay for awhile then move along
Mom and Dad are waiting to see their son
Many hugs, much laughing
A few tears of joy
Hugs from grandparents, uncles and aunts

And then I see her smiling at me
She was again 17, her age when we met
It was then in my dream
I became young too

We walked through the meadow
Holding hands like old times
The love that we felt
Will always be with us

But then the sun started to rise
The meadow faded into the mist
My dream was over
But the memories remain

©Walt Page 2018

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Valentine’s Day 2018

It’s Valentine’s Day
Ash Wednesday too
This is a quandary
What shall we do?

Better be careful
What you give up for Lent
Your husband bought chocolates
With his money well spent

The Church has decided
When Easter will fall
Based on some full moon
Makes no sense at all

So don’t give up chocolate
Or candy at all
Tell your husband you love him
He’ll feel ten feet tall

©Walt Page 2018

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Wherever You Are I Will Be There

Wherever you are
I will be there
You will feel me
On the breeze

I will be the soft kiss
On the back of your neck
The warmth you feel
As my spirit surrounds you

I will be with you in the sunlight
When you close your eyes in the moonlight
You will see me
Smiling at you

The time has come
What’s done is done
Don’t ask why
Don’t ask how

Just whisper my name
And I will be there with you

Wherever you are

©Walt Page 2018

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Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid


Hurtful words

Spoken in anger
poken in haste
Spoken in sarcasm
Words that weren’t meant

When these words have been spoken
The damage has already been done
These words can be forgiven
But they will never be forgotten

Before you speak, remember this…

Some things are better
Left unsaid

©Walt Page 2018

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Our Highland Acres Ranch (A Double Sedoka)

Highland Acres Ranch
Home to our dogs and horses
Comfort for all of our souls

Life in the country
Where I write my poetry
I think I’ll stay here awhile

We have rescue dogs
Nine of them to be exact
Eight are females, one is male

He weighs just ten pounds
But he thinks he’s a Great Dane
Small body, large heart, no fear

©Walt Page 2018
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The Old Broken Bridge

It’s just an old broken bridge
Crossing a snowy creek

What traffic has it seen?
How many souls have crossed its span?
Where did it lead?
How did it break?

A walk through the country
Brought me to here
To see the beauty of age
Just waiting to be shared

This snow covered bridge
Has a beauty so rare
That even though damaged
You won’t even care

Just follow my tracks
To the bridge to nowhere

©Walt Page 2018

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Realm Of Reality

In a land far away
There’s a place poets play
Where words fly through the air
Hoping to be used somewhere

This is a Poet’s Realm
Where reality may not be real
Here a reader decides
Creative writing or the Poet’s reality?

Whichever you choose
Is all up to you
I’ll keep writing poems
For that’s what I do

Here in my Realm of Reality

©Walt Page 2018

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A Month Of February Prompts In One Day

Thanks once again to Michelle from Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for the inspiration I get when I read her list of
daily prompts for the month of February.
Please visit her site for the list of daily prompts.

Let me tell you a story, actually a
Phantasmagorical story that I wrote
in Niches and Nooks with my usual
Blushing Authenticity.

It’s a tale of Intimate Endeavors that are
Silly n Sexy, but that also have
Moonstruck Repercussions and
Inexpressable Notions. It is also filled
with a Red Crush of Erotic Sentiments.
It’s Bloodthirsty and Blazing, filled
with a Ravishing Peril.

If you expect this to be Sumptuous and Sweet
with Desperate Obligations, you will
be disappointed. My words are written
with an Intense Attraction and are
Dedicated to Denial.

I grew up in Hippie Harbor, living through
many Precarious Quandries filled with
Corner Gridlock and Steadfast Turmoil.
Cupid’s Conspiracy made me
Immortally Cantankerous.

I could no longer control my Amorous Affections
and Mounting Proportions of Lavender Love.
I was no longer Dignified and Divergent.
My Giddy Ganders took control and my writing
became a Reckless Frenzy of meaningless words.

It was my Volatile Voracity that turned me
to the Dark Side.

Stay tuned…
©Walt Page 2018

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Thoughts And Memories

Everywhere I look
To the left, to the right
In front or in back
You are there
Smiling at me
Like only you can

I am filled
With thoughts of you

Renewing our vows
At the top of Whiteface Mountain
The wonder in your face
As we rode the chairlift to the top

Your childlike radiance
As you watched Cirque Du Soleil
Perform La Nouba

Hearing your nervous laugh
The first time we sat in a hot tub together

Watching you play
The new Martin guitar I bought you
As you sang songs you had written

Riding horses together
Through the woods and the fields

So many memories
Flooding my mind
Happy and sad times
Through the last 15 years

Falling in love with each other
Over and over
Together forever
For thousands of years

In so many lifetimes
We have found each other
Again and again

Our love is eternal
And the flame still burns
©Walt Page 2018

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Looking Back On Life

The older you get, it comes more often
You realize you’re not as strong
Not as limber as you used to be
And you start wondering how much life is left

You spend more time looking back
Remembering good times and bad
People you influenced and who influenced you
People you loved and people you hated

Your triumphs, your failures
People who hurt you and people you hurt
Losses you’ve suffered… the good that you’ve done
Trips you have taken, places you’ve been

You read about people your age that die
It bothers you but yet you know
There is longevity in your family
Your Mom lived 88 years, 91 for your Dad

You know you’ve had a good life
Death doesn’t scare you
But you worry about your family
How they will deal with losing you

Your worry is pointless because you know
You have many more years of life
So don’t fear the reaper, go rest your head
Whatever will be will be

Que Sera Sera

©Walt Page 2018

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge- March 13, 2018

Stop over at the Go Dog Go Cafe to participate in this week’s writing prompt challenge!

Go Dog Go Café

Writing Prompt Tuesday

Christine is known for her writing prompt challenges on her blog Brave and Reckless.  She is now hosting a Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the Go Dog Go Cafe.  The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Christine is always looking for cool, quick writing prompts.  If you have a great idea for a future Tuesday prompt challenge, send it to her at

Today’s prompt

Challenge: Write about a life experience using only ten objects. 

Example: This is about my life as a social worker at Eastern Pennsylvania…

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