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"Order in the court! Order in the court!" the judge screamed, and while the blood vessels...
Attention Post Office Western Union Since 1851 Jan. 17, 2008 Dear Sir, I was pleased to look over your novel. I...
Stallion waves leapt over our galley on a night without stars, and within the sea's bosom...
Words will bridge and on a bridge I strolled 'swaying' yet staying level the wind blows cold and how it blows on days when...
A pecking was heard upon a window pane,and four winds blew, and four did bend, warping...
Rose petals grow from buds into flowers. Plant in ground work with hands...
Wind wanders as witness, harvesting wisdom's secrets sown from fields of time,...
Each moment’s fresh for birds on wing who rarely trace the same path twice through patch of sky;...
We gaze above, surveying starry space; our wonder fills the endless, sweeping sky that rotates in persistent, patient...
I fail to find a verb or form a phrase without the grace of...
Our lives are laced with love, delight and laughs, but suffering keeps pace with other...
The window was shut to keep out the cold. Ben, however, felt chilled to his depths...
I met the old writer a decade ago. We were both political prisoners in Afghanistan. I...
Beneath the Moon
The Mother of Muses Part One
The night set on a galley of stars. Amazed, my brothers and I, to its beauty...
I reach and follow Shadows Which follow your neck As light carries the day If it weren't for your face
1) Beloved, you are whom I always yearned for; knowledge lost to me when still in youth. My infant...
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- Paintings Professionally Done By http://www.qvalentine.com - Painting was created from following "Johnnie Liliedahl" in one of...
Wedding Toast - Best Man/Woman/Friend My best friend in the world just married my newest best friend...
This is a letter written for a soldier
Click the appropriate link in the venue column to get all practical info. ...
The Sea Hag
A Childhood of Dreams
I Wanta Go Home
The Butterfly
I've tried before and failed I shall not fail again For with every lesson learned I'm...
Mundanely Blessed (A Poem written after the earthquake) My daily grind Fruitless yet again...
Poem inspired by a hybrid rose
The site.
Dear Judy - The Ballerina To dance on your birthday And to say a line I'm sure you've only heard...
"What's happened to you?" asks Ann, approaching. Mccail's attention quickly turns. Trying to explain what has happened...
Crimson and gold fluttering leaves perpetually spin forth the memories. For it was such a day...
