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Fascinated by the stories told by the lines on my hand which are very strongly delineated. The life line splits on the right hand three times very distinctly - which coincide with my life. Early years in New York,the Virgin Islands, New York and Southern

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 4 of 335

Hunger Gives flavor to many things A necessary ingredient of survival A spawning ground of fantasies Adding spice and colors to my moods Soothing yet arousing Tastes and passions clamoring for satisfaction Instinctively craving something primal and undefined Juices flowing Blending with fragrant scents Inflamed by sound Entr...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The quest for quiet: 1 of 7

Even in the slower hours of the night, when the work day is officially over, the children have been put to bed and the household has finally been put to rights, it is not really quiet. In theory, this should be the time when you finally have a chance to sit and catch your breath, to enjoy that long sought haven of peace and ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Circle of life: 8 of 47

As I sat and watched the water on the lake, a soft white feather went floating by Gently kissing all the leaves, brushing the waving grasses as she danced by The wind he was her escort The wide green forest her private hall She rose and fell and spun around Dancing and dancing for the glory of it all No taskmaster stood over...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Breathing: 1 of 4

Reflections on Life: Breathing Every day when I arise I have a running dialog with myself. Have I slept enough? I have a tendency to find reasons to stay awake late at night). Do I know how to sleep? Do I know how to be awake? Do I want to be awake? Do I have the strength to face another day? What awaits me today? Is it a ha...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Infinity: 9 of 25

Alone Cocooned in melodies and wavering candlelight Heart pounding, dread and anticipation How long until the morning light Potential prayed into being Grown, nurtured and set free Fruits conceived in love Laboring yet again in naivete Clasped by waves of fear and grace Pain subdued by eagerness and wonder Alone As I am led ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 129 of 290

Listening for that guiding voice inside Hard to hear among the cacophony A voice neither insulting, nor snide Constant turmoil disrupting harmony So much easier to let the louder voices rule Who do I think I am What should I have said Why did I do this or that Why are you so short Why are you so poor, and why are you so fat ...
Entertainment > TV Genres & Trends The cruel nature of reality TV and how it affects viewers: 9 of 12

Okay, I admit it. I am definitely a person that finds television addictive. I can say that this has a lot to do with my childhood programming during which watching television was an acceptable, parentally-approved pastime. It also provided much needed assurance for my hardworking grandmother during my latchkey phase, that I ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life: 120 of 141

I look at my life and marvel at how I got to where I am today. It took many years of searching, of asking God, of looking into myself, sometimes despairing of ever understanding what my place is in this world. I didn't get to take any shortcuts. I suspect there are none. It is only now, looking back, that I am able to see th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A new year: 68 of 72

Its funny how we always seem to want something other than what we have. We always want to change our here and now to some place way back when. When we're young we wanted to grow up quickly so we could be in charge. Somehow in our middle years we find one day that the tables have turned. We spend a fair amount of time looking...
Society & Lifestyle > African-American Issues Evaluating whether black people know who they really are: 15 of 15

Every now and then I read something or hear people discussing whether black people know who they are. Some of the rhetoric goes that black people are not really Africans, and not really Americans, rather a kind of non-people labeled by a term created out of a need to establish some kind of identity. Making casual reference, ...