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about a fatal accident that occurred near my home
taking the lives of a 7th grade student and her
mother who worked at the same middle school. 1-30-0... To the reader. Many times we may feel to be overlooked. Especially in families with lot''s - of children. The first and the last child may sometime... THE MOTHER Film Poem
Jennifer Lopez deserves recognition for her brave performance in THE MOTHER. So I couldn’t resist writing the poem below. "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist but you will have ceased to live." --"Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar" - Mark... To endure, it is argued that without having lived some relationship/career time in the trenches,
one risks never knowing and understanding the truth o... What is an easy walk one day might take your life on the next. While forcing a window open in my shower, I broke my middle finger on right hand,so please excuse the short comments,writing only with left hand;-)et
... Mushrooms, ''shrooms'' are great, a key component in a good Scottish or Ulster fry breakfast which includes bacon and eggs, of course.
Oh, mushrooms ... This is a love poem, completely different from the love poems written so far. Since the beloved had threatened that she will commit suicide, she is is... Painting "A Light" by Jasmin Horst E. P.Seiler.Seeking the light,our never ending search for truth, can that which we seek, ever be fully known by mo... They that have, they that have not and...the ones that never had.
You wouldn''t entertain the though of kicking a little kitten for no reason, then ag... How not be cynical when Circe has proven that for her all men are swines only worth of an diluted moment of counterfeited passion? An analogy between a necklace and a person''s pain Death waits for all...the face he wears will depend on you...painting by Hettie Rowley. Pity that there is power mongering in Washington that knows not that words are the stepping stones of a life’s journey. Ignoring such renders only a ... New York’s Neediest Cases Fund prompts us that others, even less fortunate, often relapse into a previous condition, mode of conduct or criminal behav... I don''t pay much attention to the news anymore. Oh you can''t escape hearing some of it, but I don''t sit and watch it and I only skim the headlines... Obama''s time is nearly over and the world waits - from the fourth chapter of my third poetry collection, GREY SUN DARK MOON Comparing our work plight to that of our recent ancestors, e.g.,'30s and'40s Chicago, New York, et al, I was left thinking: How many of us know of rea... Having met a Nigerian who explained the country''s civil unrest I was inspired to write this poem. A satire connoting the greed, selfishness and unprecedented evil perpetrated by Nigerian politicians Embracing the memories of REM sleep, one can discover worlds unknown.
Written about a dense fog I suddenly found myself driving in during the afternoon of Friday, December 21, 2007. We try to understand that every experience of the past is necessary to be who we are today, but… (Image by Manaio) To live in Manhattan most of one’s adult life is to see most everything… especially the opening of the door next door and the long overdue lunge for t... Everybody has a past they either embrace or try to forget. Is there really a choice? This was written the oil rig The Ocean Ranger sank in a storm off Newfoundland with a lot of controversy as to the reason so many had to die... I do not think once the sea is in your blood that you can never truly leave it behind you, for although it has been many a year since I was a sailor..... The picture is me at 15. Not to worry, a month later at the same beach I met Darleen. That's another poem for another day. lol Inspired by my own oil painting of "The Old Boat" this poem expresses the thoughts I have when I let my imagination free..... I live in a rural area with a lot of corn fields. As I gazed out my window, this came to mind. |
