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This is how I see love and falling in love. It''s how I interpret the heart finding its way to the heart it was meant to love...forever. Just in case you worry. I feel no depression today. Last night was our family get together and we had a glorious time. Today I seem to have a cold ... This one is strictly for old movie fans. And I do mean old.:) The poem opens Sensations Magazines Cinema Issue, which came out a couple months ago. ... <bgsound src = ''http://members.tripod.com/~rosemck1/last-date.mid''hidden loop=-1> <center><P><embed src='http://home.worldonline.dk/steenmp/MIDI/Reeves/secret.mid'hidden='false'border='0'width='350'height='45'autostar... Imagine Halifax, a British army city in the early to mid eighteen hundreds where a govenors word was all it took to hang a man...the crime could be p... I've re-wrote this poem again! and changed the structure slighty I would welcome any constructive criticism...enjoy anyway, even if you've read it bef... When Toy Soldiers Were Heroes came to me when I overheard a conversation as a young boy was wanting an action figure in a department store and his mot... Poem from "The Site" by Claudio F. Herrera
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYzyp1GJsv0
Poema del libro "El Sitio" de Claudio F. Herrera
http://www.yo... Too save Love America, from itself self destruction, sometimes one take NUTS TAPS risk, against those elite who do ad-vance HATE. We often feel like we are alone but sometimes it is only because we do not hear or see God's presence. There's a hiking trail (now closed due to treacherously deteriorated footpaths) in Fundy National Park, New Brunswick, called the Devil's Half Acre. M... Recently I was witness to a homeless man obviously hungry, peeling slivers of his beef jerky off for his dogs. Needless to say, the picture motivated... Some of the infinite sources that stoke the fire of the romantic become compelling this time of year. Something about the air, the modest twinkle ... My mother and my older sister has more memory of my life than I do. Frankly I can no longer which things I remember and which are the many times they... Coming back from Salado Open Mike Poetry event at Greenfields Cafe. Thy Ram 1500 decided to shimmy shake, like flat tyre. I pulled over, no flat tire,... Self doubt, keeps me at bay. I fight TOO Bee a poet, but alas the knots twist tight among fraught twine, shredding apart of me, amid tatered wayward w... At my older Daughter's graduation from college a few weeks ago . I had a conversation with her Sister-In-Law about my book and needing inspiration to ... First off I want to thank Mr. Ed Kostro for his permission tonight to use Rufuz and Sidekick Ed in my poem. Also thank you to everyone who shared the... Since Abel and Cain, we have put God in the solution for eternal salvation. Since then, religion have morphed with war wrath Conservatism justificatio... We can’t exercise enough caution to that influence which would have us ignore life''s subtleties. Why must I lose everything I own?
Why must I lose all I have loved
All that I desire, all that I've known? Why do I love you I keep asking myself
Why do I want you and nobody else
You hurt me bad
You also made me very sad
I should of just walked away
So I'd... For my son Lindsay III…
It was just yesterday when you pulled on your Oshkosh (by gosh ! Overalls)...rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and aske... Loosing the battle to write a lone Poetry in knotted bed be naught sheets, of why dew matters. Somehow writing this today blossomed my outlook , encas... Hurricane bill touched down in Nova Scotia this morning and as a true Bluenoser (another name for one from Nova Scotia) I couldn't resist going to the... |
