WELCOME NEW MEMBERS!!!!

I REALIZE SOME OF YOU HAVE ALREADY RECEIVED THIS NEWSLETTER, BUT I DECIDED THAT SINCE WE HAVE MANY NEW MEMBERS, I WOULD SEND THE NEWSLETTER TO THEM AS WELL.


Well folks, it seems as though another month has slipped by and it is time once again for me to let you know all the latest news...


May 12th: I sent my new book, Season To Season ~ A Poetry Potpourri, to the publisher. It is a collection of poems by me and other members of my family. My sisters, Kristi and Reney as well as our mother. Here is a picture of the cover page.





Season To Season
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A Poetry Potpourri




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May 16th: My youngest son, Steven went to Fort Jackson, South Carolina to begin basic training for the United States Army. I miss him SOOOO MUCH!!! He has been my baby for so long, it is hard for me to realize that he is an adult now and I have to let him live his own life. I was his only parent for so long and we have always been so close to each other. I know he will be back in about four months, but it is still VERY hard for me to have him that far away. His girlfriend, Scharla misses him as much as I do. (ALMOST). Of course, as his mother, I’m positive I miss him more. Though I am sure she would disagree with me on that one. LOL

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I am looking for works from my subscribers to add to the monthly newsletter. Poetry, short stories….. anything you think would add to the newsletter, as long as it is clean and appropriate for viewers of ALL ages.


I have included some of my poetry for your enjoyment, (I hope):

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DREAM LOVE


Your lips sending shivers of pleasure,
your hands causing tremors of joy;
I touch you gently,
love in heart and hand,
the desire like a fire burning bright.
love can't be denied, our hearts beating true,
our bodies seeming as one.
as our lips come together,
arms embracing, hearts pounding,
I wake to the cold morning light.



Mickey (Bell) Stroda


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Tears For Oklahoma

Living without you, feeling such pain,
yet knowing that life must go on.
I function in limbo, my eyes filled with tears,
My heart filled with sorrow and rage.
Why did this happen, can’t someone say,
Why you were taken from my life today.
Your memory will always be with me,
the love I feel for you won’t fade,
I talk to you daily, as if you’re
still here, my mind knowing
not admitting, you’re gone.


Mickey (Bell) Stroda
4-19-1995

Dedicated To All Who Lost Loved Ones In The Bombing Of The Federal Building in Oklahoma City.




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BITTERSWEET WISDOM

Death, in its unhurried wisdom
ends all doubt and sorrow.
It is a lasting remedy for all
illness, insecurity and loneliness.
The finality of it ends all pain, with
a sweetness not otherwise known.
It's sweetness is known only by those,
who, in their passing,
have smelled its fragrance.
The pain of those left behind
has a fragrance all its own, a bittersweet
emanation that assails the
senses with its pungency. The strength of
the void, left by the passing
of one loved seems endless.
Time and faith,
working in unison,
will lessen the strength
and fill the void.

COPYRIGHT 1985
Mickey (Bell) Stroda
In Memory of Charles Andrew ‘Uncle Pete’ Coiner. I Miss You Always.

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Time Goes On


Time goes on, through pain and fear,
Hate growing with each tick of the clock;
War, assassins, terrorism, even death,
Nothing halts the passage of time.
WW1, WW2, Korea, Vietnam, The Gulf, to name
a few of the 20th Century wars.
Kennedy, King, Kennedy, Lennon; great men cut down
in a short space of time by assassins bullets,
Others barely escaping with their lives.
The World Trade Center, Oklahoma City, too
many terroristic attacks in foreign countries to count.
Mengele, Manson, Dahmer, Menendez; only some of
the horrific killers of our time.
Colorado, Mississippi, Oregon, Tennessee,
So many children killing children in our schools,
The list of deaths endless, the reasons obscure.
Yet, through it all, time goes on.
Pausing for nothing, stopping for no-one,
Time goes on.



Mickey (Bell) Stroda

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Yes, I DO write other types of poetry. It’s just that these are some of my favorites. I hope you enjoy them.

Well, I need to go now. I will try to get another newsletter out this month, if not, you will definitely be hearing from me next month.


Send any contributions you might have for the newsletter to me at m_fairchild_2000@yahoo.com or NiTe_StAlKiNg_FeMaLe@yahoo.com