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Thinking of others in the midst of her own pain ... reminding us to count our blessings ... that''s Bonnie May. Thank you, (((friend))).
Image (c) 2... ... an angel, come to save ...
On behalf all the outcasts, thank you for caring - I pray your words and actions make a difference.
Image (c) 2005, K... She writes so vividly, you are taken where she is - a most comfortable place to be. :) Thank you, (((Pea))), for your Southern Grace and hospitality... Everytime you read one of Susan''s poems, you are treated to Southern hospitality. She''s proud of her roots - you can read it in her words.
Image... <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/seeclearlynow.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true... How many ways doth thee see the three Camelot K-nights, be K-ings, create its tragedy drama ode? Where in we circle things that seldom, stay the same,... by Georg Mateos
A most gifted man has taken his rest. This world is left with the indelible touch of his remarkable God given gifts...I ... The journey to power is through death. Years ago, I contemplated a book of poetry about love, but one that was not Hallmark prone. My experience compelled me to address the many ways love i... A glimpse into someone who idolizes, quotes, and attempts to emulate, the work of the deceased as a means to denigrate (what they consider) the lesser... When I am dead, and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
I shall not care.
For I shall... Why we have them tied with a ribbon? why reviving the pain again and again by rereading the same lied promises that should had live forever?
Fire puri... <center>Another in the tumbling tercet w/afterthought form... and to those who know me this piece reflects places I have been but not where I am... As I had done some thinking since I wrote of the first conception, and since my thinking thoughts never cross on what I write of, I have here chose... Sara's "Of Love And Loss" is told from the viewpoint of the living to the dying. It occurred to her that these are true words that those dying need t... Thank you, Jimmy Webb
After fifteen years of waking up five to fifteen times a night for necessities, I find myself dozing while trying to read or wr... In this exercise (perhaps a bit too “revolutionary” in , but… it was fun to write!) the verb “to lie” is not used as in “to recline”, but as in “to te... Being thankful for what I have, and yet, a herd of deer just ran though my yard. ““In utopia there is a path that leads to the beginning of all paths” – a thought read somewhere, which inspired this prose-poem that I hope you may e... |
