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I am joyfully pursuing a dream to write; an aspiration born when dear Mrs. Havens taught me to write that first sentence over fifty years ago in a rural Alabama first grade classroom.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Green: 1 of 26
I view the world through emerald eyes Is that why I love green? It draws me in Salves my soul Smoothes my furrowed brow Such power in its gentle hues Verdant, mighty spikes Spring's bright buds and brave little shoots Lay waste to winter's bane A rain frog on my window sill Shiny, shimmery, slick Foreground for an artwor... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dragons: 5 of 105
He comes to me, on wings of dreams Dreaded beast of ancient lore Scales gleaming, iridescent silver, gold Monstrous silhouette against a shining moon Talons to savage, flames to sear Roars that rend the night Cannot obscure the noble soul The raging of a tempestuous heart From legend's promise he seduces With magic gems, e... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Romantic pain: 13 of 174
A Fine LineAn artistic deity with gossamer brushIn quest of a rare perfectionShaded in so fragile a strokeA vibrant, yet elusory pathThe blood of his highest creationHe might have used for his paletteAs it has spilled in rivers of painFor want of that tiniest traceHe pondered on his handiworkHow it shimmered...ephemeral...rar... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Family memories: 4 of 50
Long years and many deaths and a clan flung far and wide This family needs its history And I'm the matriarch? This mantle thrust upon me in my waning middle years Be mentor, sage, historian, fount of wisdom Keeper of the keys to an ancient treasure trove Makes no concessions for aging brain and capricious memory The stori... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poets: 11 of 133
Weaver of DreamsHe sees the beauty in a leaf's lacy veinsIs captivated by the dance of a feather's lilting flightA sunset's golden plunge into the seaFor him is exquisite panoramaThe play of moonbeams on silken hairHolds him blissfully enthralledTo twirl the golden strandsAround his gifted fingersBrings a look of dreamy conte... More..
Food & Drink > Bread & Baking Recipes Recipes: Quick and easy pies: 2 of 15
Pies are a much celebrated holiday tradition, as well as a mainstay dessert venerated for ages. Favorites are filled with luscious ingredients and finished with a variety of decorative golden brown crusts, peaked meringues, or billowing cremes. And while pie connoisseurs the world over would probably say that a flaky homema... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Family Values Creating family traditions: 6 of 41
Memorable family traditions are integral to the dynamics of a nurturing home environment; activities or rituals that your family enjoys, maybe even as rarely as just once a year, but still anticipated with reverence and joy. Perhaps almost ceremonial is that practice of getting out the Christmas dishes to usher in the holida... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges in friendship: 9 of 30
Niceties abound on the subject of friendship Poets wax eloquent and at great length Platitudes filling worn and cherished tomes Songs and rhymes we learn as tots Grace our lives with measured, merry cadence Bring solace with their fond and soft remembrance When more prosaic, sentient talents fail Friendships forged in chil... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imagine life without: 34 of 109
My Inner ChildI am possessed of an inner childWho once tasted life unrestrainedcarefreeexuberantYet as I grewLogic bade me lock away this fragile beingProtect from harsh realityKeep safe from harmTragically I fear I hid too well the keyTo save the child, its essence I destroyedJoy is lostLaughter's faded to sweet memoryI sear... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Deep inside my heart: 10 of 32
HeartfeltWhen young...in love...a child...a bride...my heart would overflowWith joy, with hope, with endless dreams...no fetters did it know.Upon my sleeve it bravely rode, for all the world to see...As if to say, "Wound not this one. A gentle soul has she."The body grew. The flesh embraced the senses as on cue.A mate...a lov... More..