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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: At odds with myself: 8 of 22

Where is my backbone? What happened to my spine? Why don't I still have strength, within my long line? I used to be so strong, no longer am I. Such a weakling I've become, No, wait, I'm not that lowlife! I'm strong, I'm not wrong, I'm woman, I'm fine. Backbone, strength? Yes, I have a strong lifeline. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 208 of 568

Love Between Them She was seventeen; had great things going for her. Liked music; other things like kids her age enjoy. She played musically, She had music in her. He was just a little older, From afar he had adored her. Somehow they became involved, in dark and dangerous mysteries. Engaged to be married; how happy that had ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: The beach: 14 of 37

Memoirs: The beach, remembering various trips to warm, hopefully, places to visit or vacation. So many things are there to investigate, or just sunbathe or take it easy. I remember a few trips to the shore in Atlantic City, New Jersey. My first trip there was a little disappointing. It was early summer, had rained, and there... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Blame: 16 of 41

Walking down memory lane, remembering he said I was to blame. Me, to blame? How could I be? I wasn't there. "It was him, I know for sure." said I, in response. "Sure it was," he replied, in sarcasm. For years together, we back-and-forth; he, insulting; my answers weak. Adding on he said to his son: "It was you. You were the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Detours: 2 of 5

The Detour Out on a nice spring day, We were going on a fun ride. No, not a long trip, Just a hop and a skip. We were on a trip and the highway was Heavily traveled; well-known! So Detour! thought the driver; so shorter it would be. Three small children in the backseat; Was the reason behind this thinking. Agree with that, w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ready to go: 5 of 12

I waited a lifetime, well, it's been quite a while. Ready to go, remember your smile. From coast to coast, along the ride, saw many things, took so much in stride. Lost all my youth! never stopped looking for you. Shocked upon finding; your name in a view. Left out of so much, what could I do? I've had it with this stressful... More..
Other What is the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?: 148 of 351

Not having children for the first ten years I was married, I got in the habit of wearing jeans, sometimes topped with my husband's snap-up front Western style shirts. These shirts were comfortable. Not thinking about how something like this could become embarrassing, I wore them quite often. Usually, I would change into some... More..
Food & Drink > Dining Etiquette How to order a steak like an expert: 8 of 18

How to order a steak like an expert. Well, the first thing that comes to mind for me would be, with my mouth! Having worked in a restaurant, I do have a few logical ideas. Though I won't go through a meat-teaching lesson. We all have some idea of what meat is, I think. Steak, of course, has always, usually been ordered to pr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When you are set free: 4 of 9
Come Walk With Me, You Can Be Free! You can walk outside any time you want. You can walk on the green, green grass, or through the loose dirt. Stay as long as you like. Wow, you can look at the sky, the sun, the stars, the moon. You no longer are under that person's rule. No longer are you someone else's timid fool. Locked i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I cannot remember my mother: 4 of 9

Words spoken to me by my brother. How could this be? Oh, let me see. He was eight when she died. Mercy me, how I cried. Twenty years later, I remarked; Something like how I missed her. Cannot remember our mother? How is this possible? I can remember, how I shudder! To think, can my brother have been so young, Forget our moth... More..