Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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It’s Just a Building
It’s just a building, but I don’t want to go there. It’s just a building, but does corruption and darkness linger? It’s the right thing to do,
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Sri Ganganagar District
Sri Ganganagar district, northernmost cheers, a proposed toast to the whole country of India! Lassi and masala chai taste so delicious and delightful.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Is love truly love, if...?
Is love truly love, if it is not Velcroed to sacrifice? Is love truly love, if it doesn't ripple out on the lake of existence?
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Forgiveness as a Lifestyle
I forgive, so I may live more freely. You should too. Let’s do it together… Repeat after me aloud and fill in the blanks.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Art of Everywhere
Pattern of fortune sweats and tells me that Summer spins the wheel of scorching ~ Canvases of all shapes and prizes sail into the air of everywhere
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
To the uncle, I never met
To the uncle, I never met, I wonder what your personality was like, apparently your heart was set on having nice attire.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Wooden Pegs
Fragile life rests on just a few painted wooden pegs. I want every person to have someone to love and to hold, to experience a love that doesn’t break like the egg if it slipped and fell.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Her Element
I remember her eyes; they glinted as angel wings. She glanced up from reading a book. The book was The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
The Day We First Met
She kissed me in vintage fashion, and I was undone by this sip of fresh rain. The passion shared, it geared me up with fuel, for living life again,
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Enormity of Unity?
My thoughts and heart mimic the sound of the turning dryer. The left side of my brain tries to call my right side a liar.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Drinking Fountain in the Clouds . Top Story - May 2025.
The yeast on the eastern side of your heart rises and smells as bread. Your smell rakes the leaves into neat piles of mystification in my mind that is falling.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Prayer of Hope
Lord, you are most excellent and Holy. Your heart for people to be saved is consistent. Every person is a master work of art because you formed them. I’m amazed by your choice of diversity. Your mercy and grace are matchless. The people around me on the day to day, help them to long for the truth. You are the truth. There is nothing you don’t see. World hunger breaks your heart more than it could ever break our hearts. You see the spiritual condition of every human. Everything is laid bare before your perfect vision. People try to hide their sin, but God sees the good, the bad and the lukewarm actions that are made.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets