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I'm 57 years old and write when I think I have something important to say. I read about Helium in my local paper and thought it might help me figure out how to start writing for publication.

I have four adult children I raised as a single parent after two marriages

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The magic of my pen: 1 of 16
Poetry: The magic of my penSometimes it becomesA warm, soothing touchTo heal the heartbreak of lossAnd ease suffering and pain.At times it is a whipFor needed changeChallenging others to rearrangeThought patterns grown stale.Times changeAnd it becomes a swordDemanding justiceAnd Archangel MichaelSeems to stand in the shadowsA... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hunger: 7 of 95
HungerTomatoes spoiling on the vineMy neighbors turn downWhat I can spareWonder why I'm willing to shareThe garden cropThat just won't stopI wish life was simpler,That trust and givingHelped the livingI hunger for more than foodStarvation is a symptomOf how far we've comeIn loss of sharingAnd human caringTake a look at what's... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When angels cry: 5 of 59
When Angels CryRaindrops falling from on highGrandma said "That's what happensWhen the angels cry"She held my hand, to comfort meMom wasn't there, you see.Her water broke late at nightWe woke early, to sense some frightSomething wrong, just not rightBe strong and prayShe held my hand and told me what to sayAnd the angels crie... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Comparative Religion Understanding the difference between contemporary Christians and pagans: 1 of 8
Thank God the burning times are over. Historically pagans were criticized as devil worshippers and many countries outlawed magical practice of any kind. Christianity is more readily acceptable than paganism. Most pagans do not believe in the devil. The Christian image of Satan actually borrowed Pan, the goat man from pagans. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rage: 24 of 156
RageIt eats at you and beats at youChoking back the words that never make peace,Fighting the inner battleDon't destroyCause less painAnd it builds.Rage doesn't hurt what causes rageIt eats your insides and causes lesions in your soulYou must maintain reasonable control.Screaming like a savage and expressing itCannot be a good... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heroes: 13 of 77
Warriors come and goIwo Jima, one hell of a show,Caves, death all aroundUndergroundWhere God and heaven cannot seeViet Nam and baby bombsTaste defeatThrough DMZTerrorists and towers,We take a stand -Iraq and Afghanistan Death, destruction all aroundDemons hiding undergroundWhere God and heaven cannot seeRip off the topAnd set... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The witching hour: 2 of 10
Poetry: The witching hour"When your target is sleepingSo sound in his bedIt's the best timeTo play with his head"Spoke the teacher,A crone oh so foul.The student looked up"Midnight", she wroteIn her book of spellsAnd went on to learnWhere the unicorn dwellsAlong with some thingsFrom a Big Book of Kells.Later that nightWith al... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues The Trinity: How God takes three forms: 15 of 73
In mother based religions the Trinity is made up of Maiden, Mother, and Crone. All three aspects are part of a female's life cycle and each woman has been the maiden, the mother, and becomes the crone if she lives a long life. It is much easier to understand in the feminine form than in Christian teachings.Father, Son, and Sp... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My knight: 4 of 18
My knight in shining armorMy love, my allYou live in my dreamsOf course you don't call.Once, long agoYou were realYour body clinging to mineSo warm, so much to feel.War, painOfficers at the doorNever againMemorial and no more.Knight I rememberSo proud, so tallMy life is changedMy world is so small.I treasure your memoryThe ti... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: After the war: 2 of 9
They come home tired, At times terrible knowledge Peaks through their eyes Things haunt them, Things they have done Things they have seen Memories of smoke, fire, death, Injuries to mind, heart, and soul There must be balance, Glimpses of a future Hope for peace Inside self As well as safety And freedom F... More..