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About me - Sandra Bell Kirchman

I was born in...okay, we don't need to go that far back. Let's just say I was born and move on from there. My earliest remembered writing was a five-page novel, entitled "Angus the Ant," when I was seven years old. I mourn the loss of it somewhere in the mists

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 2 of 301
PEOPLE LIKE YOUIt's people like you who see the starsAnd know the sky won't endPeople like you who ride in carsFor the fun around the bendPeople like you who taste the joyIn the air, in the sky, in the worldPeople like you who are never coyWho sail with their flags unfurledPeople like you who know deep loveWho share it so fre... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 43 of 478
A DRAGON'S BELCH"Don't burp," my mother told to me,I thought it best to heed,When I was just a little ladAnd barely on my feed."Don't belch, my son, close mouth," she said,I sealed my lips with tape;I held my breath and crunched my teethSo not a puff escaped."Refrain from breathing heavily;"These mortals are so frail,"And cin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 56 of 391
THE LONGEST WAITThe longest time I ever waitedProbably makes me seem outdated'Twas waiting for the day of YuleAnd waiting time just seemed too cruelIt's only 20 sleeps, she saidMy mother dear who's now long deadYou only have to wait that longBefore you hear the Yuletide gong19, 18, 17, ackI couldn't wait to see that packFille... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 120 of 599
LAMENT FOR CHADMy grief will crush me if I yield...I can't believe you're gone;You wanted just the right to live...Those monsters cut you down.A bright young soul, a half-grown man,Searched with grins and joy,And those who did not have the rightSlew you...still a boy...My tears can't stop...my throat aches so,My heart's so so... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nonsense: 65 of 140
DOTH NOT A CUBE...Doth not a cube have feelings?When pricked, doth it not bleed, and when hurt, doth it notshed tears?What mockery is this of the saintly Cube,The giver of square edges and depth perception?What banal jousting with wordsdispenses with the Cube, nay, banishes itto the realm of triteness,ordinary thoughtthat cre... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections: 121 of 242
FROM A RECOVERING MELANCHOLIC...I was melancholy, because life seemed too hardI was melancholy, because life seemed too frailI was disconsolate because I strove too muchI was melancholy because I feared to fail...The burden of my future weighed quite heavilyThe pain of my past kept me blueAnd yet underneath there was one thin... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Life: 174 of 343
THE MOUSE EPISODEWe are pretty much settled into our new home, and we love it, despite the mouse episode. Oh, didn't I tell you about the mouse episode? Okay...well, I was sitting at my computer...late September...nice warm day. I was actually being good and writing at my novel, when I saw a movement out of the corner of my e... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When I think of you: 31 of 56
VERY EARLY MORNING THOUGHTS OF LOVEMore and more often, my sweet man,I feel so much a part of you...it's not a strain anymore to knowwhat you are thinking and feeling...so often I feel exactly the same way,and I am trusting it more and more.There is so much in us that calls to the other.The love is getting quieter, as am I...... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 823 of 1269
NO SCHOOLGIRL CRUSH...No sissy, wussy, schoolgirl crush is this...So let the love chimes ring both sweet and slow...The telephone communicates your kiss...The air is static with our loving glow...No simpering, silly, half-baked fad is this...When every night your arms surround me thus.In my experience, real life will missThe ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy: 113 of 168
DRAGON SEARCHING...Lofting hard against the blazing sunLeathery wings wafting the heated airBack draft...motionless in space...SearchingGreat yellow orbs searching the terrainEspying, dipping lower, discardingNot the goal...not the journey's end...Moving onSpirits sagging, always moving on...Elation dims...low spirits...losin... More..