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I am a retired middle aged woman who loves to write. I've had some publishing success but needed a good home to just keep going and frankly to keep my interest. I love reading other individuals work and I love watching my reputation build through the rating

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 19 of 633
My heart soars over the Autumn meadows,the mists barely above the golden grasses.Along the muddy lane passes my shadow,paying homage to nature's masses.I hear the morning birds songs,amid the light breezes whisper.I utter an inaudible prayer of thanks,to heavenly throngs.The smells of woodsmoke mixes with the forest,forever t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering: 10 of 267
There was a TimeA song in my mind,weaving gossamer threads of time.Shade for my eyes,quiet peace in afternoon sublime.I turn my mind back years beyond my grasp,a travesty of time.The whispers of the winds caress,as a view takes place in another space.I know I am of those days,of sleepy summer haze.When a song was a song,and v... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 22 of 455
Lay me to rest,in a fine bed of roses.Cover my head with baby's breath.Sing me the songsthat carved the old West.Lie me to sleep,alone in my keep.Wearily traveled,many a year through.Tales I've heard,will be of comfort to you.Wisdom and teaching,a lifelong event.Give me my bibleand lay me to rest.Say to me poemsof odd generat... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Humanity: 2 of 36
Odd Saying of a Deeper Thought:There is a spark in the center of us all. A spark that creates, motivates and guides our lives. It is an eternal burning light waiting our discovery. In conception we are granted the ability to mold and shape our lives.Our first breath, the first step of a lifetime journey. We learn from those i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 13 of 230
Here amid the crashing callof a sunset sea.The wonderous hues and crimson orange,reach out to caress the night ebony.Slowly as the best made miracles,the sun's fires are laid to rest.They rise again in harmonywith the dawn in another land.I am at peace as I sit here by the swells,the wind brushing my face,the mists surround m... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values Are people inherently good?: 4 of 69
Yes, I believe people are inherently good. I also believe that the individual is not given credit for that goodness on an overall scale. Life's ups and downs tend to condition an innocent. The environment one is raised in and the stimulus sociologically create the deviations that detract from the individual goodness.Changes i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haunted houses: 2 of 26
Standing alone atop a hill,the tired aged mansiondeserted and still.Ages have passed since occupied,a gentleman's loss,long forgotten stride.The willows were proud,swayed in the breeze,present and admired at past garden teas.A century ago roses bloomed,were trimmed and pruned,scented each and every room.Gables tall and wooden... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Father: 10 of 128
He had his faults and wisomfrom the experience of his youthLife was rough - toughhe knew no other way.As a boy he had littleknowing only work, rarely a giggle.Removed from the realities of progresshe grew from a child to a young man - hurriedThe small boy learned to hide his tearssometimes behind a wood stove cowering in fear... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Intangible: 2 of 21
I can see the strength behind your eyes,shielding the pains of your past.I can feel that quiet place,where only you can go.I sense the hopes and dreams,all the things inside you.That faraway smile comes from,where only you can go.Tell me, do you know,the winds that caress your space?All the wonder and love,your being creates?... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing love: 28 of 287
The sounds of the falling water,crashing on the stones of my memory.The mists cool the face of pain,the moss green echos of love lost.Trying to follow the by-ways,that lead me away from my heart's ache.All roads connected one to another,lead me back again.A memory now a shadow,a tender loss.Buried in the past,a river winding ... More..