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Father figures due mention. It is sometimes easier to stay angry then to feel the pain.. Written for my father.. Before I met him for the first time at the age of 27.. We had a few great years but truth be known.. you can never capture wha... Questions from abuse left unanswered led to this poem A Poem Dedicated to my Dad; Anthony Walker McCoy (Tony), The town drunk.
I still love ya Daddy! Dear Friends and my AD Family,
I am not making this a memorial site, except I can’t help but be reminded of facts. I am well aware that I am not the ... heavy are the footsteps upon the floor
(reposted at request of a friend) This poem was written for my grandson, Will. His dad is a Marine who protected us, both in Afghanistan and in Iraq. It''s always hardest on the child... ... i hate getting flowers. ....
Image (c) 2009, Karla Dorman Just a thought
Thank you all for your concern with my son. GO GET ''EM GIRL!
Dennis Miller and Bill Maher are cream puffs compared to her. Dance at Bougival(1883), a painting by Pierre-Auguste Renoir.
The open-air cafes of suburban Bougival, on the Seine outside Paris, were popular recre... Because I am a former tap dancer, I loved the "Dance Baby Dance" independent film. It motivated me to write the short poem below. When I came back from my cycling excursion around the mountain yesterday, I witnessed a wondrous display of leaves dancing in the wind. It was not ha... "...when logic and proportion have fallen soggy dead and the white knight is chasing caterpillars and the dreams dissolve in your head, go ask Alice..... Dance on My Grave, I am not there!
I am with you still
I am at Peace
So Dance!
Death and Other Journeys Series from The Tao of the Quantum Self Copyright © by Sara Coslett, 2003, All Rights Reserved. Not to be copied in any form whatsoever. To be published in the Future within a Fictitious Mag... <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/Danguitar.mp3"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" lo... Camus, in one of his more elated moods.
Ok. I''m facing it. As I work on my manu, I''m reaching. I''m trying to do something with the poems that have... How you feel when you look into your loves eyes. Meloncholy sometimes has a place in our hearts on deep reflection. Lucky are those whose happiness is constant. For what we strive for we may achieve ... <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/dancing muse.wav"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true"... <p><center><embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/forest.mp3"width="200"height="65"autostart="true"loop="true"></em... Can it not be said that being in love with another person, i.e., being in the state of love with another person is a battle at times against many a fo... <embed src="http://www.geocities.com/ilenia7/Asyrianeye.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" loop="tru... As memories of my favorite season visits me, I couldn’t help but wonder if Gliese 581 G (c’mon, scientists, you can do better than that for a name) wh... This is a poem taken from the last page of my new non-fiction, soon to be released called: LOVE BEYOND INNOCENCE Sometimes we think something is so real we can almost.. but not quite touch it.
</br> Wisdom, often oblique in nature, arrives silently without fanfare, without announcement, without a plume. (Image by Reuben Wu) A poem about staying in a situation you do not want to be in or breaking free Nature’s often abstract way of communicating may someday be all that’s left. (Image by M. Meir)
Nature’s often abstract way of communicating may someday be all that’s left. (Image by M. Meir) - There are perhaps more rational conscious dreams than those conjured up in nocturnal bliss. Yet, there are dreams of slumbering that deserve to be ... <bgsound src = ''http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/midi/ebbtide2.mid''hidden loop=-1> A metaphor of a writer through candle melt. |
