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I was born in Michigan, moved to Florida in 1978. I've been writing since I could put words together to make a sentence. My passion is writing sonnets. I plan to publish a book of them to be titled Songs of a Buddha. I've been practicing Buddhism for 28 years

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Darkness: 1 of 214

THE DARKNESS Darkness envelops me Like a black satin glove. It chokes the life out of me. It bleeds me of all peace and love. I'm frozen in this latency, Unable to move forward. It takes my courage away, Leaving behind a coward. The ground that I've fallen upon I must use to push myself up again. As I eat the dirt of despond...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Chocolate: 2 of 61

CHOCOLATE Chocolate- Just saying the word feels Like a poem on my lips. (Just let my indulgence of it Not show up on my hips.) Why does it seem so decadent, So like a forbidden love? (Darn, this pair of jeans Used to fit me like a glove.) You tantalize my taste buds, So dark, creamy and rich, (O.K. I overdid it- Ten pounds, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Living fully: 2 of 51

THE KEY TO ENJOYING LIFE I want to rely on myself- Nobody else. Pick myself up when I fall. Not count on others To be my father or mother. I stand alone, proud and tall. I want to fight Through my dark night. Prove to myself I can win. Mastering my mind, releasing the binds That imprison me within. To be truly free I take re...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Existence: 6 of 142

THREADS OF LIFE The Law weaves its tapestry On the surface of the cosmos... Connecting threads In a delicate balance, In perfect harmony. Mystic threads, Some alive, some dead. Some growing, some latent, Some full, some vacant. Some with color, some without, Some in silence, others shout. Some so different, some the same, So...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 26 of 591

IN DREAMS In dreams you visit me, And it seems real. There's no substance to your form, Except in the way I feel. When I awaken, Emotionally shaken, I long to sleep again, To re-open the Morpheus door. Ah, to have you with me If just in a dream, once more.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I wait for that day: 1 of 20

I'M JUST WAITING I'm just waiting for the time to pass. I'm just waiting for my tears to dry. I've heard time can heal all wounds. I'm waiting for the time I won't have to cry. Ah, the time goes by so slowly And the wound has cut so deep. The only time I'm released from torment Is at night when I can sleep. Sometimes that sw...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The condition of the world: 1 of 15

THE TEN WORLDS- A DISCUSSION Ten people, in various states of life, from the lowest to the highest, were having a discussion about the condition of the world in the coming twenty-first century. "Let us begin," said the mediator. "I may as well start, " said a woman with cancer. "I see no hope for the future of the huma...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Point of view: 1 of 15

POINT OF VIEW SONNET #56 It is hard to fathom a person's mind, To understand why they do what they do. Why they are thoughtful, or why they're unkind. It's tough to see another's point of view. There's no value in passing harsh judgment, Or in avoiding them altogether. Being a friend means to be tolerant, Not only in fair, b...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Hope: 2 of 29

Hope is Another Word for Courage The determination to never allow yourself to be defeated is hope. It is a choice we must all make, especially when life has handed us a particularly difficult situation. The reality is life is in constant flux. What exists today will change in time. If we base our happiness on something outsi...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Heartbreak: 7 of 97

THIS HOUSE OF CARDS (IS FALLING DOWN) I'm a parade, You're the rain. If I say black, You say white. You put me down, You cause me pain. Boy, it just ain't right. You're a thorn in my side, A blow to my pride. You're the parasite Eats me up inside. You used to love me, Now nothing's right. No, it ain't right. This house of ca...