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Hello to everyone.

I am a Jewelery Designer and Manufacturer, I live and work in South Africa.

I have a very sardonic and sarcastic sense of humor, but am not offensive.

I love people and love to write.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The sky: 6 of 119
The sky is the blue quietness where clouds crowd in infinite space, an aerial veil spread above our heads. The sky is a ballet of birds and kites, the hue of rainbows through trees, this lonely, tireless moon following endless paths before travellers' eyes. And the sky is the safe for prayers, the sound of the rain, the fear ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The wanderer: 1 of 16
Oh, I walk the merry road, I've longed to often tread. Dreams of knowledge do I seek, To fill an empty head. Winding paths will take me home, To realm bathed by the light. Castle like a sentinel, Stands tall, awash with white. Brightvale! Oh! The golden land, I seek your wisdom now. Here I'll dwell to learn and teach,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dolphins: 1 of 8
The ocean swells in solitude, Beneath the melancholy moon, Which hangs aloof, its milky gaze, Lighting up the frothing waves, That swish and slip and slide away, Into the blue black night. A Dolphin swims concealed below, Beneath the waves that ebb and flow, Watching starfish as they shiver, Slowly like a shadow quiver Softl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Complaining: 1 of 7
My brother, Skarl, he's quite the oaf, Eating meats and devouring the loaf. His disgusting ways I willingly scoff, At least we sip, whilst he does quaff! Brightvale is the most scholarly land, Verdant fields and castles most grand. Where literacy flows mostly unbound, With fresh knowledge constantly found. But Meridel... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unicorns: 4 of 22
The last one of her kind, She sits By the whispering willows of the haunted woods That keep taunting her, reminding her... She remembers the days Many years ago When the woods were young and free, Saplings of oaks, willows and gentle beeches, Like her. She would frolic through the forest, With her friends, the other Unicorns ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My tormented heart: 3 of 9
You play with your pet each night and day You love him, you care for him, he's there to stay Then, one day, you find out you're broke You think to yourself, "This must be a joke." There's not enough money to care for your pet No money to feed it or play with him or take him to the vet Softly you weep about ready to cry You kn... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sheep: 2 of 6
Allergies are abundant, As unmasked are the shears. These tools of metal create quite a stir,Sheep doth face their darkest fears. Sullen Sheep travel toward the farms, Their angst is felt in every step. They do not choose to gather, For it is merely a promise they have kept. Their unwritten code of conduct states: "Be you tal... More..
Hobbies & Games > Kids Crafts An overview of kid crafts by material used: 3 of 7
Buy, buy, buy...WHY?Kids crafts take on a different angle if you don't buy any of the 'NEW' "marketproducts, who knows what goes into those pens, markers, paint etc.Come on make the whole kids craft thing fun, make it a competition, make it a game, give the child a list of things and objects to collect.Here is my list and my ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Witch tales: 15 of 28
Many years ago there was an elderly widower name Don Pedro who eased his loneliness by spending one or two evenings each week visiting two sisters,they were his own age or nearly his age, they lived across the road from his house.Though his other neighbors warned him in harsh whispers that the women were "brujas"-witches,the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Season's greetings: 4 of 7
In Cornwall, when the sky is low and the rain is soft and steady, people speak of it being a sad day today and the sky is crying. Today we were a long way from Cornwall, but the sky over Braamfontein was low, leaving no gap between heaven and earth. The clouds hung as mist. The rain didn't have to fall. The wet brickwo... More..