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About me - Darlene J. Coomes

My biological clock is ticking. Not because I want children. . . . Been there done that and have inhabited the empty-nest exceptionally well, for quite a few years. I'm racing against time to become a successful novelist before I have to go to "the home".

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enlightenment: 3 of 203
Here I am all alone and suddenly it is frightening,Just like when I was a child afraid of thunder and lightening.I keep looking for that someone to make every thing all right,And though I search and search, there is not that one in sight.Maybe I'll just call someone and tell them on the phone,"Won't you please come over; I do... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Man of my dreams: 3 of 73
Dreamers and idealists,Hang onLike a tenacious bulldog,To what they want to be true.Gripping fiercely. . . .Refusing to let go. . . .Even when their dreams lie before themTattered. . . .Shattered. . . .By reality.So you see . . . .As hard as I try. . . .I can't quite seem to extinquishThat faint. . . .pinpoint. . . .glimmer o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Neglected love: 1 of 18
Work and work to get aheadWork all day and fall in bed.It's too late and we're too tiredInto this way of life we're mired.There's no relief that I can see,Except the end of you and me.For when there's finally time, my friendLove will be ashes blown in the wind.Where have we placed our priority?It's not with what is you and me... More..
Pets & Animals > Animal Rescue & Adoption How to raise money for animal shelters: 1 of 17
How to Raise Money for Animal SheltersFundraising is not an easy task. It requires hard work, dedication and passion for your cause or organization. In these unsettling economic times it will become even more difficult as nonprofits compete for a smaller pool of money. However, general guidelines to follow are appropriate at ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Me & you: 3 of 50
The Pain of LoveThe pain of love is in my heartAnd fills my very being.Each day I wonder how I'll liveUnless I go on seeing,Your gentle smile and tender gazeAs you softly touch my faceWhen love wells up within my heartTo fill the empty space.It's then I know just what I wantTo finish out my life,To walk beside you day by dayW... More..
Pets & Animals > Vets & Pet Health Animal communicators: Fact or fiction?: 1 of 15
Animal Communicators FactMost humans have lost the skill of observation and telepathy that were ours at one time in evolution. We came to rely heavily on the spoken or written word which can be and frequently is a detriment to our communication with any type of other creature. Anyone can learn to play the piano, the violin, b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 33 of 426
Life's an uphill struggle, a battle all the way.New problems to confront, each and every day.Sometimes I'm weak and overcome, I'm sure I cannot win.Then I retreat and lick my wounds, till I can fight again.It used to be; I'd turn my back and hope they'd go away,But now I turn and face the wind and say what I must say.A long a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life is . . .: 14 of 134
The golden glow of sunset covers all the earth.The sun's a raging fire with a massive blazing girth.It's made the road I travel a yellow path of light,Winding to the sun as it sinks into the night.Each friendly car that passes on the left and on the right,Soon will be dark shadows and strangers in the night.We're traveling do... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: There was a time: 2 of 19
The Old HouseOnce when I was young,When children laughed and songs were sungWhen flowers grew around the place,These windows hung with curtain lace.My rooms were filled with love and giving,With what is called old fashioned living.And I was happy as a home,My family worked and tilled the loam.But now those days have passed me... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snow: 23 of 207
Winter's first snow covered the groundWhite glistening flakes fell with no sound.All was muffled except for a birdThe lone call of a cardinal was all that I heard.Not many people were out and aboutA neighbor was shoveling and said "Hi." With a shout.It wouldn't be long and I'd be tired of snowBut the first snow of winter alwa... More..