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About me - W.D. Nelson

Hi,

I love to laugh at myself and all the crazy things that are going on in this world of ours. That is why I love to write SATIRE and PARODIES.

The problem I'm having now, is, trying to figure out if I'm reading a "REAL" newspaper or is it a "SATIRE".

Sometimes

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drop dead gorgeous: 8 of 51

BETH'S SONG I went to the bank that fateful day, to maybe withdraw some funds But then I saw you sitting there, among the tens and ones. It wasn't July 4th that day, but fireworks I saw fireworks in my eyes. I don't know if the day held rain or slowly clearing skies. The way you smiled and led me on, you may not even know Bu...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections on success, struggle, and happiness: 52 of 263

MEASURE MY GAINS (Or How You Get Dumped On Wall Street) I used to think once, I was so very wise. But now I can see by the look in their eyes. -that I'm not what they thought I should be- -somehow people are looking at me - And believing I shouldn't be bouncing off walls I shouldn't be trading their jokes in the halls. - Wal...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlocked: 9 of 42

LOVE MATCH Early in the morning, the coffee starts to brew. You wipe the sleep out of your eyes and greet the day anew. And then it starts to hit you, just what you've come to be. You're a partner in a Love Match - for all the world to see. A smile starts spreading slowly and the look upon your face, reflects the joy that's ...
Computers & Technology > Internet Issues Pornography on the Internet: Free speech or subject to regulation?: 6 of 22

In my opinion, pornography on the Internet is no more an issue of "Free Speech" than books selling on Amazon about how to build bombs or the "instruction" of how certain poisons can kill people without a trace. We, as a nation, do not have the right to condemn what is being shown or said either in hardcover book form or on I...
Religion & Spirituality > Thoughts on God The dubious concept of praying to God: 2 of 7

God. The very word evokes everything from fear, anger, laughter, confusion and serenity. How can one word (or name, if you will) do so many things to one person? Don't look at me, I don't have an answer, I only see the results. God can help you, curse you, throw you into hell to burn forever or take you with him into his man...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 193 of 448

SUICIDE You think it's easy, peaceful and Serene as you're ready to set yourself free Your life, you've heard, flashes quickly before you, plus things that you wanted to be. Let me tell ya brother, this isn't the movies, there is so much that you cannot see. First you give up your hope, than you lose all your faith, but what...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moving on: 131 of 275

HIGHWAY Sitting here and wondering where the hell you are? While you're laying there beside him, am I near or am I far? Driving down a lonely highway, have no special place in view. That's the feeling that comes over me every time I think of you. And I wonder what I'm doing, walking up and down the hall. Pacing round the roo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotions: 127 of 266

IT'S IN THE WAITING...... I sit here under a barren tree, a dark gloomy sky above my head. I search for the sun, it's light, and warmth. I long for the lovely days I had known in the past, when life flowed through every limb and my body and soul was alive, vibrant and awake to the world around me. A world that once gave me i...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inevitable: 57 of 116

You are the guy who thinks time flies on wings of gold and you are the one who thinks the world owes you a living. A loaf of rye, a jug of T-Bird, and a broad with you in some lonely dark pad is all you ask, with nothing but a bed on which to spend your golden time as the world pays for you...... and your shack job. You tast...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Drinking: 16 of 29

It's NEVER Too Late "Long as you're breathing, you still got hope." If I had a quarter for every time I heard that remark when I was drunk or under the influence of drugs or even talking to myself late at night, I still wouldn't be a rich man because I would've spent it! That is what any addict worth his salt would've done, ...