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David's Award winning poem "Laura" has been published in numerous web sites, and is in print in the hard cover volumes "Nature's Echoes," "Poetry's El... The ingredients of happiness are so simple that they can be counted on one hand. Happiness comes from within, and rests most securely on simple goodne... Too hot to handle
The eruption of Eyjafjallajokull © Albert Jakobsson
/ National News / Zuma and Courtesy Time Magazine Give ''em a retainer and they will take a mile. Love is the gift of joy and coming home to a lovers heart. There is no greater joy than love''s graceful compassion and forgiveness.
<P> Sometimes there just aren''t enough Kleenex... Most everyone spends time thinking about life and death. Worth pondering is Keanu Reeves answer to the question “What do you think happens when we di... After pulling five nights of waitressing comes the day off.
To abolish mind’s separateness, humankind’s obsession to compete as the best, might go a long way in preserving all of life. But, that would require ... Photography by Maria Locklear
A Kord of the Ku’s, Kimmy brings you... Perhaps there is no end to the lessons to be learned by the raw exposure of love’s often rocky path. I was once fathered by w such a man. I had a solid 17 years sober, had a slip, and here I am sober again. 'Not saying that I do not partake of nature's herb on occasion. Love ya's! “Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, ... Seasons of the year, seasons of life. Cooler nights are here and I've noticed splashes of color in the forest and a lot of acorns on the ground. Seems everyday headlines keep reminding us that another piece of our consciousness and environment is disappearing. (Image by Jack Bauer) Crunch ... crunch ... crunch ... walking through the leaves inspired this.
Image (c) 2006, Karla Dorman Sometimes, when we are trapped by thoughts and we can't say what we feel, we let our feet to do the talk as them take us into the birch forest where t... Another Barbie from my extensive collection has forced my pen to page. This poem expresses what I hope she's thinking, and it represents how I feel ab... A poem on someone passing away far too early in life <center>Sometimes our memories are brought forth by the most everyday occurences..and we wonder if it will always be so.
This piece is written i... As fathers, it’s difficult to not “father” our children. And then there are the exceptions, another breed of parent, providing discovery rather than c... - Bequeathment of stuff as the sum total of the deceased legacy looms prominently in the minds of most. Fortunate is the inheritors of that which is ... The legacy to the women in my family: a true story, though much detail is omitted rather than turn this into an epic the likes of "The Ice Princess."
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One of Swedens national heroes Ingmar Stenmark once said: "I don’t know anything about luck. All I know is that the more I practice the more luck I h... Rape is a violent crime and when its committed by a trusted friend, its unbearable. I really did plant a seed and possess a huge lemon tree that I have to use a two wheeler to move around. The leaves are so fragrant! |
