I lost myself
in the morning sun
Fought and cruised
till everything was gone
I craved the sweets
I felt misled
In the barnyard
I worried over nothing
Cried and mourned
for there was no blood
But in the dark
I found myself
For I am Sheeba
The Sundance queen
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
then, love will be criscrossing around like .44s.
Keep on looking.
Georg
beautiful Bernice...
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Beautiful! Amazing what we can find in the dark
Embrasse'
Vickie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Our sheep know you, I'm sure I hear them saying Sheee barrrrr.
Nice iccle poem...