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"I was always giving and forgiving / But my life is simply not worth living" Please pray for the thousands affected by yesterday's tragedy and make a donation to the charity of your choice to assist the survivors. Please click on the title "Hair''s Breadth" for the song. My mother is holding me in the picture. I miss her. I just miss her. So much. Need do we a category called
"NON-HISTORICAL NON-FICTION" and since it is now August 3rd 2004 here on the east coast, I say to myself HAPPY BIRTHDAY ... This is a frame of my time with young Mason, a golden child of nature and my home on Half Moon River along the barrier islands of coastal Georgia.
~SK... Today would have been my big, strong Daddy's 81st. You are very much loved and missed.
Image © 2011, Karla Dorman The Autumn Moon Festival (zhōngqiūjié in Pinyin) dates back nearly 3000 years to the Zhou Dynasty of ancient China. A celebration of abundan... <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/alonesea.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" loo... A poem of distinction, in memory of a kind and benevolent man. “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” Maya Angelou
I don’t know how I can feel so free one day only to find myself in solitary confinement the next. my only son, Gregory Douglas Turner,
August 8, 1969-December 3, 1992
(murdered)
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A painful memory, as we were all out drinking that night, these two left early, one never to return again... I Looked At My Life Yesterday....and I told Her Hello..... The following is for my love, Jan…She has been by my side through it all…with the loss of my wife to cancer…the loss of my beloved cat China…through t... Enjoy, let it all hang out, turn on some music, get a buzz with me, and have fun...I AM!!! ;) On Sunday, December 7, 2008, Houston Police Officer, Timothy Abernethy, was killed in the line of duty. I wrote this poem to honor his memory.
Photo ... When my brother in Utah called to tell us that Daddy had passed away, we went outside and looked up at the sky -- one cloud took our breath away. Can... Odd is it that history repeats itself, but often it does. Our mission in being supposedly wise is to learn from history and the mistakes of the past l... This is a story poem about hog killing and sibling rivalry, all in a 1940s Appalachian setting of West Virginia. Gee, I sat down to write a nice Autumn poem and this is what came out, go figure. This is a very old poem . . .written sometime in the late 70's . . .when I was pursuing an acting career in my oh so fickle youth . . . I found a lot ... My Mom would hang
freshly laundered
white shirts
On a line that stretched
from the back
of the hardware store
To our kitchen window
But if the wind
w... Portrayal 1. Not her gifts, successes, or her positive nature; it was the betrayals she’d gone through that were the most consuming influences in her ... As we prepare for the 2009 Hurricane Season, beginning tomorrow and running through November 30th, I wanted to reflect upon my memories of last Septem... To err is Human--To Forgive is Devine
(But Not Just Yet) Good or bad memories I can't really say, but sometimes something gets dredged up & its better to vent it here...thank you for reading... |
