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I am a writer, recent community college graduate, past Treasurer of the Gamma Gamma Chapter of Alpha Gamma Sigma State Honor Society (CA), Notary Public, and National Notary Association member.

I graduated with High Honors from Cuesta College (San Luis Obispo,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My heart: 1 of 152
Song of the HeartWhen the dew caresses the myrtle tree...When the sunrise smiles on the peony...When the rose is kissed by the honey bee...My heart shall sing of you.When a calm breeze sighs through the morning air...When the song of life echoes everywhere...When the sky boasts freedom from every care...My heart shall sing of... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emptiness: 3 of 199
PenniesI peer beneath the water's sparkling surfacestaring through ripples in fountainswidening circles trembling outwardframingthe pulsating image returning my eager gazeI am searching for penniesthe tangible symbols of wishes both lofty and smalland I focus beyond my own reflectionmy mind intentseekinggraspinganonymous stra... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Parents: 3 of 69
MOTHERSI think that I shall never seea brush surpass the artistryThat brings to bud the eve or morna helpless little babe is bornThe delicate maternal bloomthat sheds a fragrant new perfume,That nutures with the nectar ofa sweet and freely flowing loveAnd fills her field with beauty spreadby outstretched arms and sun-turned h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 36 of 759
The Clock Ticks OnWide eyes wake...Rattles shake...Windows break...And the clock ticks on...Passions urge...Emotions surge...Conflicts merge...And the clock ticks on...Dreams estrange...Perspectives change...Lives rearrange...And the clock ticks on...Faces glow...Commitments grow...Attainments show...And the clock ticks on...... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 35 of 485
AshesThe flicker of a tiny spark makes contact and ignitesA tentative and fragile flame within an aimless life.A wayward breeze enticing, flare heightens into blaze...Encircling...enveloping...engulfing as it strays.The raging fire spreading rampant through a willing mind,Consuming with relentless passion, scorches conscience... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 17 of 230
A Lonely RoadDown a lonely road I walkedto ponder silent dreams.The brilliant sunlight struck my pathin golden yellow beams.Beneath a lonely tree I satto hear a bluebird's song.His thrilling, throaty choruscarried clear and loud and long.Beside a lonely stream I knelt,assured its course would bringThe breathless awe I've alwa... More..
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Why is poetry so hard to define?: 8 of 71
Poetry can be somewhat elusive, and therefore, difficult to define. Yet, throughout the centuries, mankind has unceasingly tried to capture its essence in words. Simonides defined poetry as "speaking painting," giving us a vivid image which effectively illustrates one important aspect of the art. Poe called it "the rhythmical... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 39 of 282
WHO WILL MOURN?Who will mourn the little ones who'll never have a chanceTo see a sunset, touch a rose, or smell the new-mown grass?Who speaks for the silent ones who never had a voiceTo raise in protest of their death by single-sided choice?Who will mourn the helpless ones whose struggle ends in doomWithin the sterile confine... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Language: 3 of 21
BOOKSBooks are doors to new dimensions,Distant times and places,Portals at which we may meetLife's unfamiliar faces.Books are windows framing lifeIn all its fearful glory,Panes through which we safely viewThe sweet or dreadful story.Books are maps which lead usTo relaxing recreationAnd compasses that point the wayTo deeper co... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 21 of 145
The TempestAngry ebon clouds amass and move in dread formation.Torrential rains wait orders to descend.Lightning cues impending thunder's bold reverberation;And gusty gale makes oak, like sapling, bend...As far as eye can see, dense storm clouds hang, a fearful bower.Tonight, the most one hopes for is to sleep.And like a frig... More..