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My name is Frank Tinney aka C F Tinney and I joined Helium April, 2008 - attracted by the Annual Poetry Contests. I won first place in one (my first Writing Contest Badge) and placed top three in two others. I meant to go for another, but missed the entire

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Uncontrollable feelings: 1 of 152
Moving Away from PeaceI made a bed to lie in,but I did not like the fit.And in my trapped frustration,I felt I could not handle it.In my anger I cried out to God.I cried out loudly: "Why?"But my voice hung alone in the air,and there was no reply.And I moved on.Like a lost child,from the fire to the pan.I had landed elsewhere,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking with God: 3 of 221
In the long shadows of the daythough I cannot sense Him therewhen the sun takes rest awayI walk on, but have no careWhen the rain falls between the flashesof the lightning of peril hereand the pain of the world then lashesI walk on, without fearAs the bad days roll in with thunderor the clouds roll aboutand storms cause some ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seeds: 2 of 106
Planted along the path of life as he strolled alongsome to die, others to live onthe seeds of attitudes, feelings, and dark moodsnone forgotten, each together fusedIn his children some seeds have grown most strongfor generations come and gonesome saplings, others mighty oaks and pinesall from his own designsFor those who come... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Always: 3 of 151
This love will live foreverno force can stop our willWhen two souls come togetherit becomes one greater stillEver I will be yours, my dearand always you are mineFear not the days gone byfor our love can stand all timeThough your hair may gray, my loveand many years have I knownStill nothing can stand abovethe way we two have ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning meditations: 2 of 75
The mornings are my favorite timesI rise before the sun speaksQuietly I slip out of bedwhere my lovely bride yet sleepsAs silent as the breeze outsidefirst to my son's bed I goA hushed prayer for him I offerthat peace and joy he'll knowAnd shortly I am at the bedsideof that little girl of mineHer face, so young, angelicher br... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Customer service: 1 of 32
I am a patient person. If you don't believe me, just ask my lovely wife . I have, however, of late met my ultimate match. Just when I thought surviving some of the big, blockbuster patience tests of life assured me a place in the "Can't Rattle Me Hall of Fame," I met:1-800 Customer Service PersonnelDuh duh duh!I have endured ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Questions for God: 2 of 62
Dear GodWould it not be so easy, so simple indeedto question you of all those timeswhen at the very heights of my needI could not find youHow undemanding of your awesome powerif I should question youat great length, for hour after hourwhen I am crushedI would think it fairly certain that youbeing so great and perfectwould eas... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In God's hands: 4 of 98
In the meadow of life far, far beyond the brook of peace there stands the tree of hearts that brings men to their knees they bow before its majesty amber branch and violet leaf to gain from it the rest of man and pour out all their grief and the sifted soil around its base where many men have moaned soaks the tears as if... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Youth: 2 of 48
Gone, like sunny days that cannot stayis the exuberance of youth in medeparted far behind and long agoyouth, escaped, I no longer seeFleeting, are the memories of pastand half recalled the beauty of allfor not long ago was, but is no morethe yearn, the feeling of youthful callSurrender not, my aging heart to fallinto what we ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 33 of 759
Measure me in touches,not in seconds passed.When speaking of my passage,let it be of embrace that lasts.Minutes do not matter,nor clocks that chime away,The way to recall my passing is,by how many kind words you say.In reflection what do you see?Is it the ticking of the clock?Or do you see the moments spent,holding hands on a... More..