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About me - M. J. Schlagle

Greetings and Salutations to all who wander in the fertile land of the muse.

I am a 50 year old married gentleman, who has written poems, songs and stories since I could first pick up a pen.

My wife says my editorial essays are the best, I like to look at life

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 1 of 249
The Willow TreeThere beneath the Willow tree,when the sun is striking three.I'll tie the Celtic Knot with thee,our two hearts will both agreeWillow tree shall stand in awe,Deer's light step, the Crows strong caw.Waves wash up upon the wall,lovers' eyes become enthralled.Tears of joy the Willow weep,unlock two souls buried dee... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas: 1 of 231
The Angels Kiss Once again it's Christmas time and there's a story to be told,To warm your hearts this holiday when winters' winds blow cold.About a man named Charlie, whose home was on the streets,When he laid his head to rest he used cardboard for his sheets.One night as he walked the city upon the Christmas tide,He came u... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The garage: 1 of 50
I had a battered old travel worn car.That I had finally driven to far.It broke down on the side of the road.To the nearest garage I had the beast towed.The garage was in an out of the way place.Cluttered with junkers and old wooden crates.The air was filled with the odor of old gasoline.All guarded by a dog that looked mangy ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wide open: 1 of 49
THE GIFTI will never forget the night they calledand said your time had come.Your heart had fought a valiant battle,bravely you faced the setting sun.From the glass that life had given you,you sipped each and every drop.With head held high you touched the sky,harvesting a shortened seasons crop.I remember as I drove down that... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Holiday stories for children: 1 of 41
Small WonderAs long as I can remember I have always kept Christmas and its' traditions deep in my heart. The sounds of carols and hymns have lifted my spirit; the anticipation of the day and the sharing of tidings with family and friends have always put a skip in my heart and lightness to my step. Watching those I care for th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Your way: 3 of 80
Your way, my way,back roads, the highwaywhich one shall we travel down?Your dreams, my dreams,fantasies, realitiesblending in a singular sound.Your eyes, my eyes,visualize the evening skies,watching stars blinking bright.Your heart, my heartfull of love, from the startwalking side by side through the night.Your hands, my hand... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Truth: 1 of 25
"The Seeker of Truth"I've been a seeker for so long.Searching for words to build the song.Stopping for souls along the road.Adding a bit more to my load.I've always lived for what is rightLeaving the dark side for the nightShutting my heart out to the lies,Hidden in smiles, such sweet disguise.I've been a pawn in a game of ch... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Naps: 3 of 62
CAT NAPSBoris Ivanavich Merlinsky is the name of our old Russian Blue.He's a big grey ball of fur and he constantly purrs,and he always loves a good scratch.Now, Boris Ivanavich Merlinsky, is quite a remarkable puss.His greatest desire, is to wander off and retire,he's the master of taking a nap.You see Boris Ivanavich Merlin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 9 of 142
I HEAR YOUR VOICESIt started as a child,I would wander wonderingbetween the stones.Reading names of those whowalked this world so long ago.Pausing at each tablet,A red rose rock remembrance,of worldly remains.Dealing date and distinction,heralding pains and gains.My imagination flowing,fleeting faces fill the foldthankful for... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Two hearts: 10 of 141
TRANSPLANTTwo hearts.One grown weary, worn and old.The other strong and beating bold.One whose owner's been called to the fold.The other in a body growing desperate and cold.Two hearts.One to follow in the others trail.Bringing strength to one so frail.One with a beat that was about to fail.The other with new wind to billow t... More..