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I was born Oct 22, 1948 Grew up in Memphis TN. I was in the army for five yearsTwo years was in Viet NAM. My book Zammatra has been published. Working on Zammatra 2.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religion: 7 of 170

ON A HILL Many years ago, on a hill the world was saved. By his love we go where streets with gold are paved. Where no more sickness or want are known. We sit at the feet of the fathers' thrown. Jesus did all the suffering for the sins in our life. He is there to help you with trouble and strife. The world was shaped and don...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing a loved one: 12 of 192

MY ANGEL The Bible speaks of angels that God sends to earth. He sends to watch over us and to guide us from our birth. At first I was angry, that he took my baby girl. She was so young, she was my precious pearl. Why he wanted her so young I may never know. I will be with her again, when to heaven I must go. She will a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds: 13 of 194

MEMORIES THAT WONT DIE I have memories that haunt me in my dreams. Waking up at the sound of screams. Sometimes I see them in my minds eye. During the day and I fight the tears I want to cry. As a medic I was the last friend some soldiers would see. Not family and loved ones, only me. Being with them doing all I can. When th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forgiveness: 12 of 150

HOW MUCH LOVE DOES IT TAKE How much love does it take to prove your love is sincere? What does it take to show you year after year? He came int this world and grew to be a man. He was a teacher that taught love was the way of his fathers' plan. He was feared and hated by his own. But asked that forgiveness to be shown. They ...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Thrillers: 12 of 129

It was early morning. A lone figure stood in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the holes in the roof. He was soon joined by four other figures. Two of them had their arms tied behind them. Jamal began walking around them shaking his head. "You couldn't even capture a small wom...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heroes: 11 of 106

American Soldier Our freedom was won by the simple man. That wanted the best for their families under Gods plan. They sacrifice their time at home. To be with their children and watch them grow. They die in a far away land, to help others to be free. When I see a soldier, a hero is what i see. I pray for their safety and the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sacrifice: 6 of 55

WARS Wars are fought in many ways. Mine was fought in my younger days. Though my fighting is over as my age will attest. Forty years have past and my soul knows no rest. In my mind I see the death and the pain. In a war where nobody gained. We fought, killed and died, and for what I still don’t know. I went becau...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith in God: 22 of 160

THE FAITH I HAVE When life is full of troubles and stress. I feel like my body and soul need a rest. I go to my lord on my knees in prayer. He gives me strength to forgive and care. He makes my life make more since. I feel like that life is not so intense. He gives me love I don't have to earn. The faith I have, is what I gi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The true meaning of Christmas: 9 of 52

THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT An old man was searching through a garbage can. He lives in an old deserted van. Nights are cold and it's hard to stay warm to sleep. The old man gets on his knees and weeps. I'm cold and hungry and I need your help. he prayed. I also need a place to stay. Soon someone opened the van door. A box of food...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting: 34 of 185

THE LITTLE GIRL Sitting in a wheelchair all alone. Except for toys and a telephone. A nurse comes in to bring her things. Her meds, food, but love she does not bring. She dreams of a time when she could walk. To run, play and just sit and talk. She rolls her chair by the bed. As she gets closer she lowers he head. "You took ...