One of a Kind

One of a Kind My oh my   Great God in heaven   Sent me a nice Canadian   He? S had his way again   Certainly known   For me to blend in   Although at times become impatient   And close to rebellion   The Father above   It takes divine domination   Soothes my opinion miniscule   And far beyond my prayers   Bringing inKarla countless blessings you are certainly at this time   The largest of these   A blessing from heaven   Price and someone I love dearly   A type   Catch me all the time   Bring my soul sublime   With you, the best days   I found several times   Oh, but now we re-delà   And he feels as if   That? A dagger in my heart   How? M tormented   With distance   However, persevere   With the persistence   Certainly know   I'll see you again soon   Queen's Day in Holland   However, I wish that it would be faster   Why can not I stop   Think of a species of heron   And 'this is my wife   A precious treasure   Beauty beyond measure   Sleek and lightweight   Intellectually brilliant   Stimulate me mentally and spiritually   Leaving in fear of me   When they are physically here   Soothing my soul   When I hear the audible sound   Wake up my senses   When we embrace tirelessly   Lost in another   BlissfullyOne of a type is   What inspires and motivates me   For all that can be   To meet God? S appeal to me   Living with passion   Laugh with joy   Love without fear   Let what will be   BeMy only a jewel of a type   Do not delay   Travel Abroad   It came my way   For my soul longs   Aspire is strongly   Without   I do not know what to do   For you? Ve become   A part of me   A pillar of hope   Like the Statue of Liberty   An exquisite work of art   This leads to creativity   TranquilityHurry talent and my love   I wait for you   With all that I   And yet   Make haste my beloved   For life is short   To embrace self-control   Without you I can not pretend   This dishonesty   My emotions   Simply Sports   So, allow me to be true   And to fully express   How I feel for you   Before sunset   And there is no time left.   Karla you are one of a kind   And honestly, I love you! Paul Davis - Davis prophetPaul poet and a missionary of the State, because life (professional and relational), popular worldwide speaker, creative consultant, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.Paul 's compassion for people and passion for travel has taken him to over 50 countries around the world where he had a huge impact, bringing transformation to individuals and organizations. Paul also brings many impoverished by war and tsunami affected areas of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.Paul s' Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, to impregnate, to communicate the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of consciousness, destiny facilitate discovery and dream fulfillment. Paul Karla plans to marry the love of his life, and go on honeymoon in the world for a whole year. Would you   Sponsor for these world-changer? RevivingNations@yahoo.com   407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745.  

All three love poems harmdoers

All three love poems harmdoers Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have his heart fire twists: as with 'Lovers'...', and' Death ... "and" the curse of the cult ", but love can bring, drawing activities, especially in these three poems, as we shall see soon, two of which he called sonnets. He sings a soft song, but everything seems to fit in the river water bitter or salty water. In any case, worth reading in its adventure, tired, and can be. For those interested, his new book of poems will be in a week, "the magic of Adnes," is a fascinating book. Rosa PenalozaLoves? December [O: December? Sonnet s] Love is dead hereSongs; O? Er his chest, two sides of the soul Throw roses, no more tears, and, Poppies near! E l ', De? CBER? TearsTo death? S King? Do not die! When you wake whiteDecember? High S! # 731 / 6/12/05Death? S SonnetDay flew! With dim gray Twenty swayThe Hell? S groan Independent! Such reimbursement dayIs And atone! So rare, Life was soThrough the hallsOf Hell, Echoes dreamsOf sky! # 732 6/12/05Lovers? CurseLovers? are Ice shoes? TrueThey know that this is meant to be fun, As you like, And rip your heart Two? If it were not so They? D let you go And you know You? Back Neither the past nor in the first place? But not It won? T: This is for lovers? curse. 730/6/10/2005Author/Poet #: Dennis Siluk

Seven Cosmic Poems

Seven Cosmic Poems 1) Semyaz Met azaz? El PitAnd in his sarcophagus driftsBeneath the great abyss cliffsStretching the dark depths (with all his weight, his fate wafer seal), no light, no day, only binding chains.Lost, forgotten in the sand density.Where travelers no roads or beenNo sky befriendFaceless skeletons, silent voicesThey all in this veil of darkEmbrace here: Face-to-faceHungry the vacuum of space. [How Semyaz meets azaz? el] 2) The origins of human OriginsThe human: perhaps a mix of ancient genetic mutations   It is a lifting from Homo habilis to Homo creatures we are today. But who has collected? 3) The Valley of Arrows [From:? The corpse of prison beasts SSARG?] The TwilightOver planet jadeTus light emeraldTo deep? Deep green, blue flame flickers glow: Includes foliageIn the tomb ValleyWith wide eyesTus all blue-darkyellow: In the quiet valley of the arrows? # 1229 4/29/06 [# 1] 4) Sweet Shadows [From:? cadaverous The Beasts of SSARG?] You hear echoes in the shadows? Come follow, come after a re meLeave King of Queens QueensThat sand is bringSorrow and laughterTomorrow. The wild black with a buzz   ,   Sunlight is happening, but? S tremblingVeils gray mixed; As quiet, shy undoThe dark? You hear? I am here? # 1330 4/29/06 [# 2] 5) Moiromma? Dawn S [Arctic edge of the planet, we as solar betweentwo] Forlo, the rich planetForgotten this is the sun, among them, a myriad of cloud Nights Arctic, under the sink starAnd moing never a soul that is always the longing for Knowth Moiromma? People? # 1372 6/9/06 [Published in Lima, Peru] 6) The Black Galaxy Midnight secret! Connects with the soul twenty sightLike a hill? S sideGlares your deep sapphire eyes? Here is Pandora? S pira, where you can fly from nebulas.midnight secret! Here is the Galaxy Black? Published on PE Caf?, Miraflores, Lima, Peru; 6/7/06; new, 6/9/06: # 13707) Granite dreams of beauty is? Life is short, the tendeess, why? s hard? But fragile wings, we all haveWith severe heart vulture? Love is short of bestGrief long and brilliant, but in the Haunted Hill: In granite and wonderful dreams silence Twilights? # 1372 6/9/06See Dennis' web site: Source:

Find the magic

Find the magic Find the Magic MAGICFind As you release old bondage Come out of hiding And see starsFind Magic As the pain Let the tears flow And to find the beauty in his bodyFind Magic Since the beating by urlo Run from the threats And feel the warmth of a Magic hugFind As the girl is silenced He said it was too smart for your own good It finds its place of honor, and that speaks your Magic mindFind As the ghosts creep into dream Pester your daily life And to meet them and go step onFind Magic As is clear from the body, to avoid the wrath Note the separation It joins the body of the temple again to rejoice in this unique wonderFind Magic As you listen to the conflicts and Watch in horror And leave the water as a whole and a beautiful rainbow of magic colorsFind, For those who are once again? 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, teacher and author. Contact via their website

Inspirational poems to write and how you need to Inspire

Inspirational poems to write and how you need to Inspire Density is not that difficult, but actually written the poem is a good thing that the talent and depth of thought. Some poets can rattle from poems in streams of thought, which have a cup of coffee and a good view of the lawn, others for next week online. What makes a poem better next? Well first of all I want? S watch and analyze a poem? Inspirational Poetry is the easiest to assess, for the beginner, because it is something that reaches and hits an emotional cables, leads you through the leaves and then your opinion is in thought, desire to go back and reread again and again? It is about that sound right? Is that the kind of poetry that you want to write something that the soul and not lose time to activate your inner emotional? We can take a look at this poem, from a novice writer, not known, but meets all the criteria of high poetry. then this poem on this page, in fact inspired, that speaks to the heart of inspiration, the inspiration that you need to find. They understand what is the inspiration? You have to understand what is going to write and send to others, if you have to create a truly inspirational poetry. For me, and I understand the inspiration, I did. I was kind of thinking you know how the force be with you ", the force on the back of my head while reading, but in the end, and grab. Just me, let yourself be inspired. Poems that you like and then you can bring enthusiasm, because it shows the mirror you do not see? In this poem for me, I saw the wallpaper, the way and the thought of all my travels, such as research to find ways that the reason for the press, is known as "Why?" I agree with this poem and see it personally as Inspiration. I like it, do you like it too? I think it would be a great screen saver on my computer. I started a stage that one. The author has given me! HA. Good one, items on the map for poets indeed.For that those of us who have pressed on, against the opposition and the character found in the long road of adversity, inspiration is like a magical thing. In fact, as a runner long-distance minutes and a 4-Miler in college, you can look back and think about that again and again, if you read a poem, is a great poem. The training provided to make your body perform at this level is in intensity and depth, as the pound leagues under his feet. I'm sentimental when it comes to overcoming adversity, like the "Rocky" movie. I think the poem would be a great inspiration on the back of a T-shirt for a marathon trainer.It should be addressed to the New York Marathon, because it deserves on the back of T-shirts or posters or on the road to this man , which is 400 pounds, walking across the country? Or the French, who over the Pacific in a canoe, hello! Put the seal on the front of his boat. I think it is perfect. You know, people who have never experienced driven or character, from the victory over adversity may not be able to relate, but I can not. Can you? You might think that with all of us? If you read a poem that, like all you can say is Thanks, I needed that.Now, it is up to you, your inspiration and help others to see their poetry. Inspirational poems to write is difficult, but the reward for those who like to simply apply the right punishment. You can sort in an hour, could be a week or ten years, until they say, to say so in a way that an animal of hope, as it grabs the reader and makes it think they are looking for inspiration in their research. You think about this problem. "Lance Winslow" - Online Think Tank forum board. If you have innovative ideas and unique perspectives, we think with Lance;

Stones

Stones Since I have some of the polished gems in the rock store I began to think about what the stones looked like before being polished. The store had several rocks on display showing the before and after, and I realized that if you do not know what you're looking for, you can easily be a precious gem. I also thought, how often we have someone because they are "normal" and what might be missing because we do not know their "inner person". So these stones in a poem.StonesLike Polishers We are thrown back and forth, Bouncing off each other While wearing our coers and edges. Sometimes the sharpness of other injuries Sometimes there are those who have been violated, But, as our borders become easier, Our glossy surface. What was hidden in a clear gray rock began to show Its true color. We are encouraged to With our colleagues cup Redundant and some of them As a result of the drabness of their hands. But now the stones are That shine the brightest. Think of diamonds. It is a simple crystal Until it is broken, cut and shaped Within them glow. Also, there will be hunted and Cut and shaped, In order to obtain our brilliance. God, the master stonemason Sees in our outer shell bleak The beauty hidden inside. Thanks God.Copyright February 2005Fran Watson    

The peculiarity of Mrs. O Day part three of the four shares

The peculiarity of Mrs. O Day part three of the four shares Ms. estranged O? Day? Last night, I woke up from my sleep?   You searched for: separated me:   I asked him --   ? My love, how does it feel strange, (A long pause took place) which, I think hatred of love?   In fact,   I had seen the weapon. Luck and women, two of them have never been just a distraction from Chris Wright? S life? For the most part, that is. He, in fact, it was Katie O? Day in Minnesota, and Anna-Marie de la scene at hand, Chris was assigned to military units, the 545th Ordnance Company, West Germany, he was a private first class in chaos Hall.Katie had broken with Chris, just before his departure for his military tour overseas. And 'now, as Anna-Marie and Chris have a shot, you do not know how all this develops, but it was sudden, even if you have chosen one of many among the military, think the fear is the only one who had at his bedside. Until his current fling with Anna-Marie, where the sergeant Wright will assume his duties for all of his subordinates, when they are gone, right? D make love there, right on the ground for the presidency, however. But now Chris Katie sent a letter stating that it was on its way to the military base, and? D must find shelter for them? Quick.Both women in their right was a mysterious type. One, who is Anna-Marie was apparently shy, little box, and love for love, and that this part is very promiscuous, docile, fear and anger apparently not everyone at some point, it was a little 'too much humility , anger and fear, or that people would be angry about it. On the other hand, Mr O? Day was quite the opposite, or could be. He was very combative, sometimes challenging and bad mood. But there has been a topic of his sedateness that was almost frightening. While living together in Oakdale, Minnesota, about seven miles from St. Paul, their relationship was on the verge of a long-term relationship that was almost common-law marriage, which is first of yeast for its military service ? They have a date of 16 months. Listen? it? d say a lot of nights, when? d retu to Oakdale? Listen, I have something to say? it? d say, and without wishing to be disturbed during his monologue, you? d go on for hours on minor things and issues that have not been as a result, if all the questions, perhaps because of it, was like his brother Thomas Kies (half-brother of the same caliber or give way), but until their talk Chris was exhausted when it was allowed to speak. But he has loved, and was interesting for her blond hair, blue eyes, a young beauty, a few years younger than his mysterious behavior he.But puzzled him as time goes on, that is to say, as did pass the time, became more bazaar, and has increased in particular. With sex has always been a Chore, or if it has become, with Anna-Maria, who had the curves, lines and his naked body as she lay on the floor of his office. Not only is intriguing mysteries and was pleasant and reluctant lascivious ways. Language can be a sex aid, or to reduce his stress. In any case, they did not have claims on others, which in itself was productive for his long-term agreement that this nuclear site hidden in the woods of West Germany.Shortly Katie after Chris Read the letter, which was little left relationship between Anna-Marie and him, and went hunting for an apartment today to find one in the same city, not far from the base called: Dieburg, and Ms O? Day l? Check him and his friend Bobby Hanson, with his little red VW has taken its place at the station, and was to be retued home. Bobby took a liking to her right away, but kept its distance, both private and Chris is a sergeant, did not want any confrontation on this issue. But then, Chris knew many men have taken to Katie, but for some reason, has produced a smell of their distance from a point close to the suspension and was removed from its launch. But for some reason, Bobby (odd himself so friendly, very easy, if you get what I mean) seems to remain for a period of six months by Katie around.By is no sign of behavior, structure and current progress, Chris felt the need to see a psychologist, and so he did. But the danger signs kept coming, an evil spirit thought Chris, who was never at rest or at peace with itself, or the world around him, and now, talk therapy and a trial has occurred, and drugs . Whatever the trigger episodes out of the ordinary to laugh, and that happens at the expense of Chris becomes, therefore, remained at work, are reluctant to switch developed home.And the decisive factor that it? D must be sent home, where in a week? s, there were three things. First, Chris came after the execution of office, an inspection of the nuclear site, after which he went to his office to get his clothes, and her surprise, they were all to and cut by a knife and scissors on wire hangers. He said that he was bored and wanted revenge on him for ever gone, when the main thing, he refused to go to dinner or a drink. Secondly, it was a night sleeping in his office, and she arrived at a military base, and the entrance to his office, has a knife in his hand. Chris is that on the couch, fell asleep, it's 2:00 AM, the brand has a knife to his face, he got up, tried to win, but passes through his palm. It has many points in the evening, telling the nurse, was an attempted robbery in? Not continue, but the military police was questioned knew better, he says nothing of the loss of a crime happening, not more, yes, Chris accepted a crime was committed and therefore, it was released by the clinic. But the last straw came a couple of days later, when in the middle of the night, Katie was awakened in him, in his 45-automatic pistol in his hand, and had a foot out of his head. Chris shook his head a couple of times to see if what we see is reality, then said something he could not remember t grab your wrist, then she laughed. Then he spoke: I? Think I'm doing the same thing you are. He took the gun and put it there. The following day he had on him the train to Frankfurt, and a plan to retu to Oakdale, Minnesota.Note: Ms O? Day l?, A chapter is not used for the book that I published some years ago, he asked? Stay Down, Old Abram. I did six chapters of the book of Mrs. O? Day, and decided at the last minute to take them, who did not? T have the theme of the book any good. Yet, they have a story in itself, so I heard. Perhaps a better psychological profile that most of the chapters of the book, regarding the mental health goes. T can remember exactly when the stories were written, perhaps in 2003 when I wrote the book, the book was released in 2004. Reedited 3/2006See Dennis' Web site: book, the poetic image of Peru, is now at or

Blind draw a poem and a note on the other door Rosa

Blind draw a poem and a note on the other door Rosa Blind DesignsBo today, gone tomorrow Like a butterfly with no stomach N Bo in the moing, dead of night Oh? Let me whisper Oh? I would cry What man has not leaed? What man does not lea! In his attention, his rhetoric With his abstract concepts With his intelligence With creativity E 'became slave Con? Them? In all, he is destined to fall. Ah! Yes? Abstract concepts Bombast and rhetoric Intelligence Intelligence He leaves For his deceased !...( not know that he has sent Dangerously close to reality). # 814 Rosa 8/24/05A note Pe? Alozie-Siluka? The first book written Dennis? the other door: Poetic Exhortations ", is now on eBay and Abe, Books and alibi, and elsewhere, as a souvenir. He was 25 years who has written critically praised book in classical poetry. Since then it has become a sought after author, with a few copies left in circulation. There were only 750 copies made, and 400 of them have signed a classic of its kind. E 'vintage Siluka, poetry? Among the people who love and evil, and travel almost the entire spectrum of life. It is thought to publish the book with a new introduction to his wife [me], because in addition to his books on drugs and alcohol, a jouey of sobriety? To prove that he survived him and me, with all due respect to my husband. Siluka RosaPoet Dennis, lives in Minnesota and Peru, and has just completed a new book of poems on Peru, and works on "The Curse of the Worm Abyass" he hoped to leave in March, 2006. You can see his travels and books on their website:

Make the changes you want to see

Make the changes you want to see Believe.   Know that your history is not your destiny.   Abandon the process?   Knowing that people do their best.   Persist.   Pray and move your feet.   Give your gifts and passions.   Volunteer for something you like.   Believe that anything is possible.   If in doubt, tu it over to God   Look what would have to prove.   Listen to the still small voice.   Be a team player.   Ask clarifying questions.   Build emotional bank.   And speak positively of others.   Take steps every day toward your child   Dreams, goals and visions.   Take care.   Set limits.   Write your epitaph? So alive.   Pay forward.   Don t give the fish? Teaching people to fish.   Help us to build positive self-esteem in themselves and others.   Shine your light in dark places.   Not every day at random acts of kindness.   Leaves the control. Remember that when you can not, God can.   Any ideas are holding back.   Do what you want. Keep the application in general terms.   Watch the miracle happen.   Eat more raw foods   Be pure in your intentions.   Surround yourself with people who support your dream.   When you find a problem or disaster   Do something.   Know that there are no coincidences.   When people face challenges, ask yourself   ? What is making love?   Remember that everything that people is not   An act of love or a cry of love.   Take a chance. Walk through your greatest fear.   Use your dream   Expect a miracle. Remember that this will last? S own time.   Remove negative metaphors of your vocabulary. 2005 by Dr. M. Denice Moffat   This article comes with reprint rights providing no changes are made and the resource box below accompanies it.Dr. Denice Moffat is a practice of naturopath, medical intuitive, and veterinarian working on the family (which includes humans and animals) through her phone consultation practice established in 1993. He has a website rich in content and free monthly. His poetry, Be the change you want to see more stories and Denice Moffat Am I noted in a miracle, a book of all the miracles with 87 in 12 steps to create miracles in your life.

A different location

A different location I wish that I met 20 years ago ... A different place, another time When in fact he had the opportunity For you to be my ... Although we can not change What brings us together today I do not know why it is so difficult I think of leaving ... You and us ... despite Obstacles that are in the way Our ability to become More than ever, I believe in love at first site As stupid as it seems ... I never realized that I Until it arrived ... With his unmistakable smile Quick and spirit flattery As the evil look in your eyes When I see ... I know that is real and So not only So strongly in the sense You never ... Completely from my life No matter what you So you and I to stay together I think we're going to do ... Always a reason to see each other, An excuse to escape Anywhere along any time - is that we need doWhat To be with each other Regardless of the short form Our time together ... The quality, sometimes Between you and me Is something that most people Only dream about ... Once in this life ... No matter how late When love like ours It must be FATE ... I thought he had lived I first met you But the truth is Honestly I had no idea ... About what it means to love Or the way they are supposed ... I settled for less, for men that were not good for me.I thank God for you Although to date we have secretly For another 20 years ... I know it is worth the wait ... Resource Box -? Danielle Hollister (2004) is the editor for BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers, with more than 10,000 bids in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read on-line --

Two poems and a witness of an old love

Two poems and a witness of an old love Two Poems and an Analysis [? Witness? Y? An old love?] WitnessMy face belongs to those who see Everything has an effect, but life The existence of an error God has saved humankind from God Ghosts are just sins Her bones are stones Up and down the hill Gardens in Bloom Flawless heaven Playwrights August I can not 708 6/3/05An rest !...# the Old World LoveAround Me The many lands? I have seen? I, who have yeaed all his life, Not close our eyes But to look for your next flight? for the things? you have not yet seen? Wait, wait, wait, wait that Echoes of poets write, wait destinies.And where they are by far my thoughts I have to do, since that is my . soul, therefore, for the best poke Fire again! ...6/3/05 # 707Analysis: I was asked the other day to make a quick analysis of records and a poem. It can be a terrifying experience, especially if the person is a friend. What? Like it or not, is a useful thing to do and have done so. And me? I had a few hundred of my poems analyzed, poked at, chew up, so whenever you are asked to analyze a poem, I do so with great care. But I have not done that will contribute not only to look at my answer. Well this poem and that amazed me was not good, but I studied the poem and then you could give a few pieces of my thoughts before you leave. I did after the number of phrases that caught my attention, good and evil, things that were striking or difficult, and where the focus has been lost. I hope my intuition to do, so it's a good thing.There are three things that I look at 1) the purpose of poetry, as I understand it to 2) the central importance of (the problems and conces, etc.), and 3) the images, tone, meter and so on, and at the same time trying not to diminish the effect of poetry, the poetry is trying to give. But then, I do not do the analysis, but in some special occasions poetry of others, because they have a hard enough time doing my poetry. But I thought some comments may be worthy of note. I suppose that if I like poetry, I like it, period. AuthorHere are the two poems, both in their different approach, poetic emphasis, both short and poems, but enough to give a distinctive effect. The tone is of particular importance. The analysis is presented with two poems, not to Mr. Siluk of poems, which is for someone else to do, but as is often seen in other poems, the recognition of the combination of different elements. - Rosa PenalozaPoet / Author Dennis Siluk poems and a witness of an old love Two Poems and an Analysis [? Witness? Y? An old love?] WitnessMy face belongs to those who see   Everything has an effect, but life   The existence of an error   God has saved humankind from God   Ghosts are just sins   Her bones are stones   Up and down the hill   Gardens in Bloom   Flawless heaven   Playwrights   August   I can not   708 6/3/05An rest !...# the Old World LoveAround Me   Many lands I? I have seen?   I, who have yeaed all his life,   Do not close your eyes   But to look for your next flight? for the things? you have not yet seen?   Wait, wait, wait, wait that   Echoes of poets write,   wait destinies.And where they are by far my thoughts   I have to do, since that is my   . soul, therefore, for the best poke   Fire again! ...6/3/05 # 707Analysis: I was asked the other day to make a quick analysis of records and a poem. It can be a terrifying experience, especially if the person is a friend. What? Like it or not, is a useful thing to do and have done so. And me? I had a few hundred of my poems analyzed, poked at, chew up, so whenever you are asked to analyze a poem, I do so with great care. But I have not done that will contribute not only to look at my answer. Well this poem and that amazed me was not good, but I studied the poem and then you could give a few pieces of my thoughts before you leave. I did after the number of phrases that caught my attention, good and evil, things that were striking or difficult, and where the focus has been lost. I hope my intuition to do, so it's a good thing.There are three things that I look at 1) the purpose of poetry, as I understand it to 2) the central importance of (the problems and conces, etc.), and 3) the images, tone, meter and so on, and at the same time trying not to diminish the effect of poetry, the poetry is trying to give. But then, I do not do the analysis, but in some special occasions poetry of others, because they have a hard enough time doing my poetry. But I thought some comments may be worthy of note. I suppose that if I like poetry, I like it, period. AuthorHere are the two poems, both in their different approach, poetic emphasis, both short and poems, but enough to give a distinctive effect. The tone is of particular importance. The analysis is presented with two poems, not to Mr. Siluk of poems, which is for someone else to do, but as is often seen in other poems, the recognition of the combination of different elements.   - Rosa PenalozaPoet / Author Dennis Siluk

Tea

Tea One day we had TEA   ME.A friend and a hot cup of tea   I have before him   SCRONES together at home.   But he said that tea is too hot FOR ME   I said that I have another right GET AWAY   ER was not for me   Just wanted to again TEA.I IN Wink   A cup of tea COOLER   Products QUICK   But he said it's too cold   ON my language.   I said that I have another right GET AWAY   ER was not for me   ER TEA.I just wanted to warm the TEA   He said that it will have to do   But this SCRONES ARE Chewing   AND ARE ONLY TWO me.   I said that I have another right GET AWAY   ER was not for me   ER Urgent TEA.I only wanted in the kitchen   And put together my best BATCH NUMBER   For this SCRONES   THAT HIS KNOCK taste FLAT   I have before him   STACK OF HIGH SILVER TRAY   He said that they are too FATTENING   And when was the last time   Anger TRAY.THROUGH both bubbles   I knew well   The fact that he did not intentionally BE MEAN   Which he only wanted tea.   I never HAS THE LINE   I never said enough, enough   That's all SUPERFLUOUS   Just because he wanted tea.   by Stan LewisWANT TO USE THIS ARTICLE in your newsletter, e-zine or website? You can, as long as the resource box below: About the Author Coach Stan Lewis is a Christian Leadership & Life Coach. He is happily married to the lady and the final love of his life - Barb. He has two children. He is a former naval officer and developed and trained leaders for 18 years. He worked in the Royal Ranger ministry for 20 years. He has a passion for training, the ministry and the development leaders.If you liked this article, you should really consider the new "Thinking Style Assessment by clicking here or on his other Freebies   Questions about this article or you need help, please call me at 214-629-7217.

The color change

The color change Sometimes I like to sit and brood, the configuration of the name anxieties My mood-silver light of dusk invadesQuiet ideas fades.Indigo days shades of gold seamlesly change intoHammered infinity range.The master alchemist casts a sky spellIn Its size shell.Though abalone fulfillsIts Sunday paper that gives life, sunsetFeed The colors of my soul. Whose mind is, anyway? I have the right to smoke if I want, I have a mind to know what to do like.My all friends, so you can? Not erred in Try the new material, a brief flight.But then came to me, if I had that right, I could say I? N. typeTo clutter of my life for a moment of pleasure, A bow to their will, to those who want to follow someone pressure.If, you feel free, if someone wants to control my lifeThen I want this to me. Alison's eyes sky blue of a mountain at dawn, The brightness blue Delft, an infant, a glint of ice in a glacier in Antarctica, in a brilliant cobalt blue deep racer.A as a rare blue-flowered gentian My mind is always weaker in her eyes reflected power.Those Irish as wild and free, if by chance that in tu to me.I like to write poems for the masses. Rhyme helps to move the poetry to go forward, but never at the expense of meaning.The Change color Sometimes I like to sit and brood, the configuration of the name anxieties My mood-silver light of dusk invadesQuiet ideas fades.Indigo days nuances seamlesly change intoHammered gold master alchemist its infinite range spellIn casts a sky the size of the abalone shell . Though Sunday fulfillsIts giving role, sunsetFeed The colors of my soul. Whose mind is, anyway? I have the right to smoke if I want,   I have a mind to know what to do like.My all friends, so you can? Not erred in   Try the new material, a brief flight.But then came to me, if I had that right,   I could say I? TypeTo not ruin my life for a moment of pleasure,   A bow to their will, to give pressure.If someone who wants to follow, you feel free, if someone wants to control my lifeThen I want this to me. Alison's eyes sky blue of a mountain at dawn, The brightness blue Delft, an infant, a glint of ice in a glacier in Antarctica, in the depths of racer.A a brilliant cobalt blue as a rare blue-flowered gentian My mind is always weaker in her eyes reflected power.Those Irish as wild and free, if by chance that in tu to me.I like to write poems for the masses. Rhyme helps to move the   poetry to go forward, but never at the expense of meaning.

It is the dark side of life intriguing fascinating, you can enjoy this

It is the dark side of life intriguing fascinating, you can enjoy this DADDYWho this man is frightening   Call Daddy?   When? S has not drunk? S   Not so bad, we heShowers with hugs   And kisses,   When we hurt,   *** If you lose him? s our Dad   Him? s big and bad,   It makes us sad, that   Spaventa us poor, which   It makes us so mad that   Dad is our =================================== Madness of Jane-BEARAfter children were gone,   Madness went under?   He came to play   left behind the old wallsIt made his presence   In the joual, the accumulation of drift   Newspapers, magazines,   And earthquakes,   Free fall   What has evolved and metastasis   A thank you, every word   In all rooms   In all coers   *** Too cats home   Raised several times,   In too many places,   And everywhere   Everywhere,   N. space left unattendedThe defecation,   Urination   Deeply immersed in books   Magazines, newspapers Mach?   Which has grown steadily to   Kitchen floor   Bedroom apartments, the   Living room, bathroom   E corridor plans flourished Pulci ***   Black socks white   In a literal and vomit covered blinkFeces   Kitchen, stove tops,   Windows,   the upper part of the widow spiders refrigeratorBlack   Flourished,   Appreciated and encouraged by   Woman of the house *** Jane-Bear? s old bed?   Live with the mattress   The? sir? so precious   Any? It was not a place to sleep   Years of small pockets of space   In the living room floor   Waterfall in the middle of books,   Unkempt in resting cells,   Densely coated with powder   And decades of cobwebs,   It lies there, undisturbedThis Jane-Bear? s   *** I have to sleep Lair is clean   put a sheet and when she cried and looked   What I did when he saw his   clean, new, pocket-sheeted space   between the books abandoned, smiled sweetly, told me,   ? what? s very good for people like Bear? And I cried,   Dear God,   As   I   cried !======================================== hear SHREDDEDHe grated   With love   And the pain - Chat   For men   Is   His brotherGrief   For men   His brother   is FEARFear =============================================   It is a screaming,   Cat flames? A 4-legged ball of fire,   Consumed in flames,   sudden sparkling deathFear is a skeleton,   Incinerated, again,   Voice tests   The actual total disaster - Fear   It is a fire, fury feline,   Shocked and bued,   Bombed and bued   Nowhere   From left to go   But beyond   A great cry,   While embers glow reduced GRACEOh =========================================== == god   Read?-Me-alone! Oh God   Awaaay go! (Oh nooo?   So here goes ?)*** be found here   Below the sky   I wish I could die here   Because they are here *** (oh leave me alone or I find a house   When my brother? s not me all day) *** God I? m soooo tired! R u still Dun? He had his fun yet?   (Not my wet clothes   ? Cuz I? ll be in trouble, some terrible problems   It won? So where to go? Under the stairs to hide surprise?   On the tops of the trees? O-let-me-go-mi !)*** Please take the field,   All strokes and drowned   Not a smile is a sadness?   only my soul falling ============================================ = (All poems (c) 2005 by author) Thanks for taking the time to read this and visit with me a little 'time - I wish you peace, joy, harmony and fulfillment in all your endeavors ! An inteationally published poet graduate, Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson spent his first seventeen years in a violent home, where he suffered severe mental, physical and sexual abuse. Besides singing with the Symphony Orchestra of Albuquerque, Adult Choir, Rev. Hudson is a certified peer counselor for the mentally ill and a paraprofessional crisis line volunteer for suicide and a hypnotherapist. and her husband of twenty-seven years, John, lives in Adelino, New Mexico. I grew up three children, four grandchildren, four cats and two dogs.

Marriage and love Respectfully

Marriage and love Respectfully MARRIAGE     I don? T wants to be alone.   I want to feel alive.   I don? T want to be alone, o.   I want to feel alive.   I feel alive with you.   Do.I I would like to be alone.   I don? T feel alive.   You want change?   I feel alive.Are to change?   I don? T wants to be alone.   I'm not changing.   I don? T alive.I hear? M glad that is over.   I must soon.   I was just a little 'more, then I would have found you.   I want to? Ve changed.   I'm not in love.   If I did not? T change would have never found.   I'm in love.I achieve.   To my last breath, with youLOVE     Life does not give us time, and I lost so much not to realize how little we left.It is what should be, nor can it be? T lesson the pain of breath, I have without your soul you.Remind daily, if you have to this world before me, and to retu the love for me in my dreams.   Respect, I think that most people ignore and suppress their soul, because they never truthful answers to their base, or they were / are afraid to ask. The pain and happiness are part of the drama of life and love. Luck is always worth the pain. I do not think we can live until they are completely selfish for our souls. This means that 100% of the time, you must be willing to change first.A former computer professor tued Inteet writer, I have combined elements of film, music and the publication of a new kind of industry for Inteet Digi-Tome's. Are you interested in a different way of leaing and beautiful way to live, I have the world's first Digi-Volume, "life." Copyright 2006 Patti Pacifico  

Wozu Lyrik Featured Book pulling Carolyn Howard Johnson

Wozu Lyrik Featured Book pulling Carolyn Howard Johnson Red Engine Press in January 2006 Newsletter "Yard Spinners and Wordweavers" Carolyn-Howard Johnson, author of the picture, writes: "Auden thought that the purpose of poetry is to demystify. Behold, my readers, why I'm not much for the lovely rhyme, or if the use of images, such as food, especially sweets. I prefer melancholic, nostalgic, and if a song is sung, do not hesitate to inconsistencies attention of the reader again. Rhymes for the school, the sunset, to see first hand a bluff, preferably taking into your hands with a fine. The tendons of the best poems are political, introspection, and the abominable Snowmen tempered among us - sometimes - a look back we have. Oh, and irony. This is better than Latt and tiramisu? for people who talk late at night. "In the preface to a hundred poems and a famous, published in 1929, Publisher Roy W. Cook speaks of the great need for poetry in a mode industrial age. Während der heutigen Zeit, und mit Podcasting Blogs, hat mehr zugänglich Gedichte, Poesie ist auch als unseriös - und schon gar nicht ist lukrativ. It 'a shame, because Carolyn-Howard Johnson's poetry can deliver an air raid and is still hushed. It may be near an uncle who smells like BARBASOL and is on its way to war. The subtle message is clear: "Stop. Take care. Listen.Most of us has written poems in school, that the protests against the parents, adolescent crushes on Petitions, or the usual "my life stinks, what is the meaning of the whole" poetry. As adults, you can dribble a wine and cappuccino bath of fear on one side. Private therapy, poetry is not often fly, and helped poets dessa Byrd Reed heal after a car accident. But Reed tued the writings of their recovery in a passion for poetry, which is in China recently.Poetry SMS in today's high-tech world, like the poetry of all websites. He speaks of love, as in Elizabeth Barrett Browning sonnets. It is epic, eteal truth, as in John Milton's Paradise Lost. Capturing the cry of a generation, in Allen Ginsberg's "Howl." It shows, as in Walt Whitman's Leaves of grass. It makes a statement about cinema freedom behind bars, as in the film "Slam." He speaks of the Divine, as in this poem by Thich Nhat Hanh. I agree with Carolyn Howard-Johnson, poetry that moves us - or is necessary if we want others to act. Howard Johnson seals move Compulsive Reader Editor Magdalena Ball call pulling a compulsive Reader The list of "Top Ten Plays of the Year 2005". Howard Johnson pokes fun portraits of the poet on poetry magazines, poetry, love, but clear: "How long before you have a pen, wrote images   He imagined the blue liquid, the stories of others,   Your own. "It is simply that in our history, without understanding them. Howard Johnson peppers his poems with images of travel, not only globally, but a jouey. Your comments in "poetry, quantum mechanics, and other trifles" which criticizes his group feels she makes her poems with too many layers: "My ingredients, they say, are hidden   Behind an opaque ceramic bowl;   His ill-matrices.   The children there are. Nobody says   We are the truth of such a large   Dessert. "The poet Rainer Maria Rilke on the truth of existence in sonnets to Orpheus, which shows a young ballerina, dead, not gone forever, but it is not visible to us. This is "the truth of such a great / dessert. "This is what poetry is about - revealing that evokes, to describe, to think. Poetry unites the past with the present and the future. Howard Johnson of the historic visit, the war museum in Oslo, on the war and how they affect the world, "the Norwegian fjords shed salty droplets   The face, as my father. Round faces. Blue-Eyes dilute   Pale as the sky above them. Man foughtas Churchill voice crackled through smuggling empty   Tubes. "Howard Johnson because they believe war hours affects his family:" Only a few days before   I heard this song, I saw my grandchildren in a war alone.   A victim. Trade. For my father, who never marched. "We believe that the meaning of poetry, but the space is fluid, as in the Howard Johnson-job - a flight from Los Angeles to Salt Lake City, may be relieved from his childhood home, where his mother washed every night a SLIP . The units of time and place in a good drama or a short story can be optimized in poetry - although often the poet as a painter, wants to draw attention to a time a place, an approach. Good poetry can tell a story or capture a mood or ways.Dr. James RAGAN, the director of the University of Southe Califoia Master of Professional Writing Program, where I graduated in 1999, said in an interview to the Master of Professional Writing Website: "They want them in debate. Ask yourself, is my time here for what I need to have for them? Poetry gave me direction. But then I had to write to the level that allowed me to push the boundaries and the time and that is the challenge of creation. "RAGAN, as Howard Johnson, trying to universal themes. The personal and the universal are not mutually exclusive. A poem can be peppered with personal data, but a shared history (WWII), the need for tolerance (a popular theme in the Howard Johnson-work), age, the fear that a poet is too late in life, recordings Howard Johnson in "A Reel Left Running": "Now Age blurs images, pulled Taffy,   whisked meringue, combine to fight named. So much to say, your boat left years of inactivity   Tools lay fallow, and now, now there is so little time. "With poetry, it is not the performance, the questions - many college-age older poets and their counterparts, produce reams reams on the same poem every time. William Wordsworth was never the same from poetry to poetry, Ginsberg went through stages of production poetic Arlo Guthrie "Alice's Restaurant Massacre", "This land is your land," and the "post-Katrina anthem, often played "City of New Orleans. "Poems of Emily Dickinson had a common style, but all are different. While common themes and images (such as cooking and cakes, as she points out) thread by Howard-Johnson chapbook, his poems do not have the feeling that you hear the same old old and more over.Dessa Byrd Reed said they do best during a Writers' Night at Baes and Noble in Palm Desert: "Poetry is the language of surprise." The surprise in this mode world that is our language, with its profanities, "That's hot" Words key, E-mail shorthand (not eecummings), in the book Eats, shoots and leaves, which is still room for poetry and beauty.Does their meaning, a poem, too deep and difficult to prove useful or beautiful? You hear heavy bombastic poems on the meaning of everything. Wolf Knight, a poet from Ann Arbor, Michigan, has been entertaining dusty professors, whose books are read in university libraries. While classical poetry may be more of our time and attention which they consider easier to read than twenty page Musiche the importance of a fly on the wall (but another poet and then-med student at the University of Michigan has a excellent poem about a fly.) Howard Johnson gasket is useful and pleasant to read ... not only that actually makes us think, as who we are and where we are. Poetry by small details, but the poem is big.Movie critic / screenwriter ( "Blood Mask" filimng Summer 2006) Kristin Johnson composes personalized poems, speeches, toasts, vows, and family memories. Visit your personal memories. It 'also the co-author of the Midwest Book Review "enthusiastically recommended" pick Christmas Cookies are for the following information: stories, recipes and tips for making heartwarming gifts (ISBN: 0-9723473-9-9), which is partly for their mother and grandmother.Article Source:

The love and faith Inseparable Force

The love and faith Inseparable Force LOVE AND FAITHLove and faith   These two   Intangibles   God you are looking for.   Love is monumental   You can not be measured   It is accompanied by feelings   And instrumental actions.   Love is expressive   Like a contagious disease   Melts the hardest of hearts   Leads men to their knees   Love is a job   In which all choose to work   Love is simple and complicated   Impose the duty.   Love is an art, a science still   Beyond formulas and compliance.   Love is the true feeling   When you are interested   You surely know this.   A heart without love   There is a blue   A private school of love   They often do not know what to do.   Love all Cree   Love makes you sing   Love rejoices with the truth   True love is never lust and loose.   Love bears all   Despite the difficulties and pain   Love believes the best people   And they complain that it is slow.   All the cubes compared with love   The kind of love of God above.   It is always worth   Care and attention   To encourage and full of affection   Unconditional and is never hesitant.   These flows of security and happiness forever.   However, as with eros   You can betray with a kiss   This Judas was a type of love that God Jesus.The however   It never fails   For all other types of love   Pales in comparison   True love must be tested   To reveal the extent to which   It is or is not invested   To discover   In the event that has never existed   True love lasts in faith   When relations are strained   And there is a lot of pain   The love and faith remains   When people in disbelief   They left and closed   The love and faith covers   If others have rejectedFaith top   Works with love   Faith is a force   A fact and an act.   The Holy Spirit is known   As the spirit of faith   That allows you to tackle your problems   Instead of fleeing in fear   Just looking for an escape.   Problems to reappear   In other ways, and people   But if you love love and faith   The victory will be yours   As the sower and reaper.   Do not be deceived, therefore,   You reap what you sow.   So do not be fast   A retreat and go   To exit and leave   Once someone has loved   It 'now time to reassess   What is called love.   Many of misappropriating the word love   Not knowing what is   Many love sports   Other property love   Divers love their work   Some love food - a favorite dish   But love and faith together   God is the desire.   A wish for humanity   Provided they can meet   This could be satisfied   Body in Existence of God   They settled in everything you dreamed   Located in the arms of love   Insurance divine   We have confidence in the word of faith   Escaped   The traps of the soul   Capable of joy   Still in its entirety.   The love and faith   These should be sought   The love and faith   We must talk   The love and faith   They cling   The love and faith   For God is my dear friend.   The love and faith   To keep to the end.   The love and faith   To make a new beginning again.by Paul Davis - Davis is a poet and author prophetPaul Feed a broken heart a book tells us: "How to overcome disappointments and flowers in your dreams!" It 'a minister, life coach (relational and professional), dating expert, popular worldwide keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor being, adventurer, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.Paul 's compassion for people and passion for jouey has taken him to over 50 countries in the world where he had a tremendous impact. Paul has also brought revival to many in war, poverty and the tsunami-affected regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.Paul 's Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of self-awareness, facilitate the discovery and destiny dream fulfillment. Paul can be contacted at: RevivingNations@yahoo.com - 407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745.For more information:    

Changes

Changes I am not what I was before yesterday can not go back.I do not have that tomorrow.I can not see that are far ahead.I who are now Today.The person I see in the mirror Change in a subtle way, But changes Become a new person Minutes days of the day.The possibilities are endless But I have to choose how I will change, any decision to modify in any way mi positive or negatively.Let I opened for a good result, positive action, I am pleased feelings.Let open my heart to others Their joy and experience I can change in a positive way In person becomeCopyright 2002 Fran WatsonFor more stories and poetry can go to the website of Fran

Three November Poems

Three November Poems Show-Boyi shine? M hot   Safe   Surrounded by books   In my heart beats   Is there a ghost   ? an old drunk   On the long march   12 to 58   I never forgot   The Shoe Shine Boy --   Me!   I never lost the Poles?   When I looked in my glory,   How can I now, in my poems   Say? What? The next?   Without haste, the use   I'm done here?   Here, writing this poem   E 'smart suits   In my life, so nice   I drink my coffee   Go to B. N., Caf?   (Noise of the stick in hand)   Somehow I think that in reality they feel:   This is just the beginning? # 934 11-22-05Fear? IntentionsFear S, or fear, go to sleep   Unknown? If creepRepulsive at least one!   It is not possible in my mold   Sleep! ... And when it disappeared, far   Awkward things seem stayLike plastic clay, I seem to be   Waiting for the fear of retuing to   Me !...# 932 11-22-05The Balconies of Lima, Peru? Quickly: I spend one to one! A moment of dayThe the wind on my face washed away, away from   Balconies of Lima, Peru (the best in the world!)   And 'here that shadowsOf la Plaza de ArmsIs where kings and conquerorsOnce tried? Here! ? Here the air is still warm, like spring in orchards   Hot as the Sacred Valley? S afteoon.Here is where the balconies to sing!   With a spectral scent in the air here on the streets of Lima, Peru?   Here, here, is where to sing along singOf lost folklore,   For a long time ago? Note: I have traveled the world, Spain, Lisbon, New Orleans, etc., and I? 'But I find his equal balconies in Lima? S, and also in Italy, and 59-d'autres country. # 929 11-19-2005See Dennis' Website

Shadow of the Andes and Ollantayambo Cesar Vallejo Poems in English and Spanish

Shadow of the Andes and Ollantayambo Cesar Vallejo Poems in English and Spanish 1) the shadow of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes] I blend in, in theMountains? In weaker thinShadowsof mountains! Like the moss on a leaf moistenedStoneLike blown away fromHome? (Fall of cool)! I in the mix, clingingTo mountains? In its weakest thinShadowsNote: When I came home from Peru, my 7th Travel in five years [April 2005], I have had for more than 30 days this time the jouey. I visited the Mantaro Valley, Huancayo, and guided through the Andes. After my arrival at home, I said to my wife, maybe one or two weeks later? We go there and live. So we sold everything, and our home in Minnesota, and bought an apartment in the Andes, and now it's all history.Sombras de los AndesYo armoniza?, Dentro de las Monta? How -- ? Dentro de las sombras FINAS M? En d? Biles De las Monta? How! Como el de las Piedras musgo HumedecidasComo una hoja echada a volar Far from home (receiver? N ca? Da) Yo armoniza?, Adhiri? Ndome A las Monta? How -- Dentro de sus sombras FINAS m? Sd? Biles2) Battle of OllantayamboIn Ollantayambo? Thousands of warriors sang the terraces, To avert Herra Pizarro? S attack? Among these, Manco Inca appeared A horse with a spear in his hand Horrifying, Pizarro? N # advance.6/30/05 unsuccessful 745In SpanishBatalla de Ollantaytambo Ollantaytambo -- Miles llenaban Soldados de Las Terrazas, Para el ataque de rechazar Pizarro; Entre ellos, aparece? Manco Inca Montado en su caballo, with one hand on it Lanza Horrorizando, fracasado el avance de Pizarro.6/30/05 # 7453) Cesar Vallejo? S: Black RosesBow possible from the head ol? Poet? A God? S grace before No more digging trenchesTo today? In the forest of heads, namely: Bow down, bow down, Ol? barbaric poet! Death rides the horse first I heard the crackling of a whip See his crazy eyes death.He of citation? The devil and his wind, that is: Bow down, bow down Your blood stained face He brings to edge.Closer closely, you see hours Eh! a shift of the cloud Satanic? I see a festival of black-rose Clamor in crowd.Bow hear from bowing, Ol? Poet ? I hear the applause! # 666 [5/15/2005] In English onlyDennis Siluk

Dance Dresses

Dance Dresses Shivering in a coat too thin   This evening of sleet and freezing rain   He wanders in the dark crazy dog attack   Feel for the strength of a step   Step weaker, knowing panic   well enough to call by its name   It was near empty   Cry to God, but their cell   Minutes, how many times before   He rode his madness, like a knight   This was hell-bent for leather   As a bus passes the Treasury, which in tu   the streets of nowhere and end of line   I had to find a place to sleep   I had to hide   Safe place can not be blamed for tonight   During a descendant of the family   The steps of his sample of mobile phone   He called his house   Home was   Only the way   Before the trees   Pausing on the sidewalk watching   Dale Kincaid lights in the house --   That their was no longer   She chose him, he married, and   Tough luck, baby   You? screwed back   February   Ice Storm   Incredibly cool   Stumble to the store   Parking, which sees the wink of   Goodwill donation truck   For packages and pieces of   Like a Christmas tree   Sewing pellet of ice   as hollow cheeks as eggs yellow   Aspired to make art   Jacket not hotter than a shirt   It was the last, stolen   His coat and put it out at 3:00 am   Thrown into the rainy night   Sucked his dream in the way a child   Sucks to the nipple where the milk is hot   A mouse   The fear of the police   Asking   Where? s is   They know well that good and   ISN? Does not go anywhere you Hasna? No   Yeah, but what is   If you do not want you   Bypass road below the Goodwill   Go back pocket and wondered if a hot   Layer can be crouching there, waiting   He won? Ask an excavation, Roustan policemen for you   At one time it takes a brave   Small suitcase, and abandoned herself as   Running away like rats   Sour smell of fear   That the heads of urban forests   After the house   Not married   dragging most of an old refrigerator   Board of Directors by the chain around her,   It is the load   Fly and touch your knees   Young people do not   Not so   It is not healthy   Fucking   The trees in your welcome   That shine like stars in the sleet   The fever of his face, like a passionate lover   I have to go far enough with anyone sees   Brittle brush in his fingers grasping   The hidden dangers that come laugh   But the suitcase is a consolation   Weight   Find a record for drop cable   Lines with the shelter of cardboard   Trembling like a virgin lover   It opens the suitcase and no coat   There are clothes   Sparkling dress   Cocktail dresses   Rigid   Inflexible clothing   I live with sequins and tulle   It draws its fan   Fingers   Jackie Kennedy dress   Rich woman? S balls, but no coat   Freezing rain that covers the hair   Its cool feverish cheeks   Infected leg, where he shot   Yellow pus running her leg,   Meat attached to his trousers   Pulling the skin too much fabric tears   Half the clothes in a palette   Half the clothes in a way   It covers, sequins mobile   Valigia, Judas, liar   serves as a curtain, when it was placed upside down   Registration and some brush   It keeps the worst eye   It would be logical to die in the moing   but she does not seem to have some luckSherry was home for two and a half years due to domestic violence. It is not a young woman, but a point of fifty, were found in an unknown and dangerous world.

Seven Deadly Signs of Poetry Scams

Seven Deadly Signs of Poetry Scams In America, the poets are held in such low esteem that even the most famous representative of Nigeria has won? T truffe conce. The company says that Dermot Mulroney told by Julia Roberts? My Best Friend's Wedding? About The pus that infects the lining of the raw fungus that feeds on pond scum. It can not be prejudiced by Mr. Minister, however, is preferable to poetry scams that have proliferated. Publications Wind? Literary Scam guide has this to say: Hidden among the many sponsors of legitimate literary works published on the Inteet to hide those little about literature, its audience, or authors. These organizations and individuals exist solely for profit through their so-called writing or poetry. Often, these are "free" poetry extensively advertised in your newspaper.There is a cottage industry of writing poetry pus scams perpetuated by pimps, the most important Inteational Library of Poetry, Noble House Press aka aka Poetry.com. They announce to the United States and weekend Penny Saver - well, not saving Penny, but it could just as well, because their views are poets. If you? Ve seen ads or received a letter saying: "Congratulations, your poem was selected for the next anthology? congratulations, you are so-called scammed.Like agencies or modeling? talent agents? that prey to dreams of unmarried girls who want to be the next Lindsay Lohan, poetry pyramid hoping to exploit the lead writers, publishing and, more importantly, recognition. Several excellent Web sites such as Preditors and editors PoetryNotCom and detail the mechanism of poetry scandalous? Anthology? scams and the infamous Wergle Flomp Poetry Contest by WinningWriters.com cheerfully skewers the vanity of poetry and submicroorganisms that perpetuate them.How spot a scam poetry? Look for 1st Insane pie in the sky the amount of premiums.   I flipped the Lubelli Deanna professional writers? Competition. Most of the poetry competition with the reading of the compensation cost, at most, $ 1,000, and that? S for a book length manuscript of poetry. For a single poem, the first prize is usually a huge pot $ 100, 150 tops. A $ 20 million price, as dangled from Noble House is a big red flag. Oh, and not poets the chance to win a cruise around the world. E? S is generally assumed that sail around the world on a set of Mark Twain, a Hemingway or a Sampan skiff.2. No cost for service.   Wergle Flomp is the only one? F * r * e * e? poetry. Now the people on the Inteet and hard-working poets naturally go to the floor? F * r * e * e?. But, as the victims of these scams, modeling, you? Ll pay for your time to bargain hunting. Modeling scams that you want to work with a photographer (usually false European). Similarly, won the poetry scams? T is also to see your poem in print, unless you pay for the anthology. When you pay for the anthology, I ask you if you have just purchased a copy of Penny savings, so that your poem is as if it were crowded on the page to make room for? Spot the Difference? puzzles and lines to speak of adults. Then there are the prices of the banquets? 3rd Phony money banquets.   Ten years ago, no joke, I received a letter from famous poets society, which I drew the table the money to attend a banquet and conference facilities. If I paid my money, I was able to participate in the elite company of poets? By Ted Lange? Love Boat? reputation. Who knew the bartender Isaac was a closet Langston Hughes? Also, I have a chance to win $ 6000 in prizes. Now, if you? I have never attended a poetry reading, particularly in pubs, you know that poets wear their vow of poverty, as proud as a Che Guevara T-shirt. Just the idea of winning $ 25 in a Poetry Slam is my poets and cathartically me cry more than the competitors? Deal or No Deal. Ted Lange and generally not attend.4. Dubious or not.   In poetry, if you? According to Nikki Giovanni, Czeslaw Milosz, or Donald Hall in front and at the center of your magazine, and several poets of angsty Easte Europe, the so-called poets fell below Oprah James Frey. Look for magazines, publishers and contests of poetry and literature that are considered public by lions. E? Bukowski S or nothing. And when Poetry.com can not imagine that Dave Barry and 20/20 are hoaxing them the joke? S on Poetry.com. Similarly, if the vanity of charges is $ 3000 to $ 8000 to publish your book of poems, and the top is promoted by the author? Ade of the press is one of eighteen years to write poems, from the perspective of his liver to save your money for your hard work actually submitting poems for examining quat'sous or literary magazines or publishers that you read in Writer ? s market or poets and Writers.5. Advertising in newspapers and glossy magazines.   Real poem don t advertise in USA Weekend - certainly, USA Weekend May sponsor an essay contest in adolescence, but the poetry of advertisers? Forget it. People do pick up t USA Weekend as a literary publication, even if the USA Weekend features books and authors. If you see a mass appeal to the poets in a mass market magazine, give it a miss. Real poetry get flooded with communications, as is. They do not? Not need to fish for more.6. Sending a letter of acceptance for a contest that no one can enter or remember an editor, you can not submit to remember.   I must admit, as a writer that I have trouble keeping track of what I sent to whom and when we write to avoid the bureaucracy, not to do so, but when? It is not the mood, the reorganization of the files suddenly became trying as many days to Cancun. Fortunately, Writer's Market Tracker is a presentation, and some really enterprising blogger after the time of their presentation to the rest of us in unorganized sigh of envy. If you can not find the letter / e-query in the workbook on your computer, your Zip (will come back, eh?), Or in your Sent folder, it is likely that you have never presented the National Library of Poetry Wordscum.com or (if an apology is really a website called Wordscum.com). Yes, after the refusal 300, get an acceptance letter in May will be a push, but misquote Groucho Marx, think twice before accepting any club that is like a member. Aim high. Imagine if JK Rowling has said? Well, me? Ll pay one million pounds to several hundred copies of Harry Potter for my friends and relatives to buy. 7th Promising for your book or a nice collection of best-seller in bookstores grid.   Number one, PoetryNotCom is one of the many sites reporting, this assertion is false. Number two, most people who go to a library to read the poem is probably the poetry section blindfolded and spend three hours discussing the symbolism of Whitman in a decaffeinated skim milk Border Caf?. Number two, that make your book in print is still the gold standard, the retail on-line and Amazon.com make it easy for the press, even the smallest of the books to get noticed. Number three, the libraries are so saturated with inventory which may or may not stock POD books, of course nothing ScamPoet or Poetry.com Publishing, libraries and will not accept the vanity press books. For this question, not the poet, also, Ludacris, or Jimmy Carter will meet in the list of best-seller in bookstores. T we do go to poetry to be rich. We go to poetry sound our barbaric yawp? And one or two scholarships is fun, too.Many beginning poets get diverted the money, but you do not? T have to do this. If you are intelligent and ambitious, you? I would be a good poet, with tons of magazines and e-Zines lierary with your signature. Poetry.com and the like will be forever? The pus that infects the lining of the raw fungus that feeds on pond scum. Movie critic / screenwriter ( "Blood Mask", filimng summer 2006) Kristin Johnson compose personalized poems, speeches, toasts, vows, and family memories. Visit personalized memories. It 'also the co-author of the Midwest Book Review "recommended" pick Christmas to make cookies are stories, recipes and tips for making gifts to the heart (ISBN: 0-9723473-9-9), dedicated in part to its mother and grandmother.Article Source:

I wait

I wait I'll wait .. on all the new moing, And every evening singking, I wear a small sickle, In the most beautiful of my accent ... The memories are storming, this offer so touching heating The good weather lull, Feeling light as a feather, With your hands in each other, And no more worrying about ... With a flying feeliing In the open air, The only part of the river, and a mild winter freeze, with the silence around us, And the huge eucalyptus Water flows faster With the marbles and our laughter, This waterfall whispers, Tranquility of nature, a listener .. The sky seemed timid, And rivir too bright, Hug This company, under the vine, Sent chills spine.A flickering on my nose and a kiss on the cheek, And then for a few weeks, I miss so much the warm affection, Soul to soul connection, a pious, The care of the eyes and tickle the chin Par satin and tendeess ... It is lonely without you, oh my God! Far away, in my opinion, in the vicinity of I think that sounds right Like drops of sound on the terrace tin.When in the world is dark you are light, To cross the wild night, I wait as the stars in space ... Until the darkness disappear, new phase.I long for you, I long for you, By Sunday moing, as the nights, you should I will be a new path, my destiny, I wait and wait and wait and wait ... Shilpa Malaiya is a software engineer and currently a Masters in Human Resources. He writes poems and articles on a wide range of topics-Malaiya.shilpa @ gmail.com

Sectors A Poem

Sectors A Poem It 'something that disturbs my neighbors   This irritated them, makes the skin: Go, crewel   This creates a buzz in his voice stutter   And the gaps, in silence, as she speaks   To my wife, the pole on the side of the road.   Your type of line is another matter indeed   Where it doesn? T you have an idea, spin   Not even a comma that the decrease   So you lose their attention, once and for all time   We're talking about last week? S branches   And what? S Heap hide under that I see.   So please do not ask my neighbors, I think the classes,   I? D must get rid of the junk heap   The only one who throws dirt at all   They are so raw, on the other side of the road in the park   But if there is a po 'di:   My wife wants to know my neighbor, in this day   By day, her dogs piss and shit on our lawn,   Even the light poles, and in the pile?   One is held to speak: a focus.   Note that all right, if you are looking for.   For each of these charges now, the fields:   We have fine words to use to balance:   ? The neighbors of the block has a junk car? my   Woman to her complaint, she no longer has to say.   Oh, just a different kind of game of the district,   Too each his own, adding up to something more:   This is all the clusters, and there are all the industries.   You can never understand, my arms,   I, too, his attention to the pile?, Che   We are solely responsible for the separation.   If I could get a head   ? We must all work together to eliminate   Our district branches disorderly dogs   Loafing car for good neighbors?   Before I rented the branch cuter, I asked him:   ? Please take the classes with you when you are ready!   He is also a neighbor who live nearby.   Un po 'irritated my neighbor about us?   My wife and I, you take the blame;   She gently moves it seems to me   Not of conce for the dead wood of age.   I'm sure it is happy with the thought is well done   For the quarter: solid defending their heap .* # 1314 (Dream For Tomorrow Industries 4/14/06)) written in Lima, Peru)) See Dennis' web site:

The meeting of the Woman's Day, Part Two O

The meeting of the Woman's Day, Part Two O [Erie, Pennsylvania] Chris Wright, who between his dismissal from the army in 1971, at the end of his visit to Vietnam, reactivation and its army in 1974, and his army career, he had Ms. O? Day, and had chummed over, and now live together. He was very young, and seven years of age, and during this time, when he was of age to live with Chris, she moved in. It would be seventeen in a similar entanglement, a Moody, but for her it was a struggle, not knowing where the sentiment is from.During this time? d break the relationship of a number of times only for the head that was probably a problem on both sides, but also new. E 'stato in autumn 1973, while both lived in Erie, Pennsylvania, from her sisters? House, Veronica, who is anything but. Veronica had up to his house, and more so that it is sold all his belongings to start a new life. Chris is a traveler at heart seized the opportunity. But while their living and working conditions for Malibu iron, and then to Pennsylvania Electric, Veronica asked to leave his home, with a son and a road. And they have, after a house a few miles away, things are a little 'flat. This is also when Chris began to see their peculiarities, their peculiar mood, behavior, such as the things he has done. Sometimes their state of mind, sometimes rapidly, and yet at other times right depressing. It was raging as his brother, and his thought was distorted.In the fog is not much money, and Katie wants to stay at home, at times, Chris lost a police dog, the Russian Club, a Jack Benny night meetings only trying to avoid an awkward romance, not yet released, and not because he was not aware? t, maybe it was as bad as she has done somewhere along the way.Things is some 'bad for them, money wise, so bad, after counting their money, and take it to the supermarket to buy hot dog said the cashier of the bank and make a little money in housing, and then? d sell the hot dogs, in which she has done, and the Bank Teller said outside the bank and to do so, it was too much trouble to do so in the penny in the roles, and then bring it back in, and then gave him the money, and who has the role of money in the supermarket and bought the hot dogs: It 'was an odyssey of a fighter best.After years, is back with Katie, back to Minnesota, and withdrew from the search for an apartment of his own, with his friend Kevin, a boy younger than him, but a fine one. Both seemed to have problems with drinking during this time, but nobody has seen, so of course they kept drinking. And their small apartment is very suitable for two bachelors. But Katie always around and try to solve things. And for some strange reason, not Chris? T is a setback, but Kevin is trying to quit, says Chris alone, and so broke that Kevin and Chris? S relationship.It was then, in 1974, decided, Chris retued to the army, a career, school, and what he wanted, he could have possibly a couple of trips, with the payment so the army. And he did just that, as far, in Germany, where he was first in Vietnam in 1971, which means that it was in Augsburg, Germany for ten months of this year. So Mu? Ter of Dieburg is a new position for him, but it is an old country.Dennis, these brief sketches, which a few years ago, so that, even if, Issue 2, seems to be the first. I think there are four, and two stories connected with the title: "The evidence of Mrs. O'Day." RosaSee Dennis' website: