Author: Website: http://brchitwood.com - B R Chitwood - My Mission: Writing to Discover Me
I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul.
I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1
Writing for me is therapy for the soul.
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15 thoughts on “The Soul on a Stroll”
This is a very interesting poem, Billy-Ray. It’s made me reflect.
Wow, powerful poem, Billy Ray. As we age, we grow more reflective, asking all the questions, finding some of the answers. Whether in a hole in the ground or in a canister of choosing, there’s life on the other side of life, and it’s worth all the ups and downs of living. 💗
I enjoyed the poem, Billy Ray. Of course, this life is the training ground for the next, so be it a hole or a canister, it is only temporary. Good one.
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This is a very interesting poem, Billy-Ray. It’s made me reflect.
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Thank you, dear Robbie.
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Wow, powerful poem, Billy Ray. As we age, we grow more reflective, asking all the questions, finding some of the answers. Whether in a hole in the ground or in a canister of choosing, there’s life on the other side of life, and it’s worth all the ups and downs of living. 💗
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What a wonderful note from a wonderful lady! Thank you for the joy of your kind words. xox
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Always thought provoking, thanks Billy Ray, xox
eden
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Thank you, dear Edem/ xox
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Do you know Edem??? She made me spell your name incorrectly… Sorry., dear E-D-E-N…xox
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I enjoyed the poem, Billy Ray. Of course, this life is the training ground for the next, so be it a hole or a canister, it is only temporary. Good one.
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Thank you, good John.
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😁
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🙂
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And so it goes, until it stops. 🙂
Nice one, Billy Ray.
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So Right! We will keep on keeping on, good buddy Thanks.
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Beautiful poem that makes one stop and reflect. I also love the picture.
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Thank you so much… My best wishes.
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