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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Animal poems for children: 1 of 149

WHAT'S YOUR NAME? Those baby animals are sweet; Look at their tiny eyes and feet. What can you call a girl or boy, The parent creature's pride and joy? A pony's not a little horse, A colt or filly is, of course. But both are known as equine foals, Right from their tails up to their polls. A newborn cow is called a calf, Born...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Oppression: 1 of 97

FOR FAYTH Incarceration is a curse, A sentence set for life; Resolved for better or for worse When I became his wife. At any stage, with gleeful rage, He'll toss away my treasure - Constructing thus a careful cage, My misery, his pleasure. With verbal blows, he robs my soul Of gladness and ambition. Profanely, he assumes con...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Hope: 1 of 49

FRESH I once was innocent and clean Before I learned my way, Before I yearned for things between, And then I turned away. CHORUS: Because I died, you may be whole; I rose, so you can rise. When angels call and clouds unfold, Come; meet Me in the skies. My feet, they lead me far afield; My hands, they reach for more. My eyes,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiders: 1 of 38

A SURPRISE ATTACK My weeds were growing tall and strong In places they did not belong; So I set out to right this wrong And nearly heard the angels' song. Suspended from a yellow bloom In deepest camouflage costume, I saw a monster, I presume, Requiring extra-long leg-room. His legs were hairy, bent on track; This creepy, cr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The church: 1 of 37

REDEEMED FROM RELIGIOUS RESTRICTIONS I've been redeemed, in Jesus' Name, From every false religion's game. For Jesus took my sin and shame, And I will never be the same. I once was bound, by Bible-thumpers, Wearing large white-collared jumpers. These I stitched all by myself, From fabrics purchased off-the-shelf. For years, ...
Food & Drink > Dining Etiquette How to gracefully dine alone: 1 of 35

10 TIPS FOR DINING ALONE Solo diners need not order-in or grab drive-thrus! Early in my career, business travel was my life. Dining in several cities a week was not unusual. On the road, I did grab a lot of paper-wrapped cheeseburgers and fries in a hurry for lunches. However, dinnertime presents a wonderful opportunity to r...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The first time: 1 of 35

FIRST FLIGHT Three years ago, he hit the ground. I marveled at the wonder found. This boy bewitched me from the start, One shake of mane: he held my heart. Resolved to ride, I watched him grow, While waiting, cherishing his glow. I'd write of riding him one day, And worry free, we'd run away. Thus, desperate for a saddled tr...
Relationships & Family > Friendship Issues & Advice Teen advice: How to resist peer pressure: 1 of 34

Everyone's doing it! Whatever "it" is, do you feel like you have to participate? Why? Are you a people-pleaser? How much do you care about what others think about you? Of course, it is important to care about people, but it is easy to become overly preoccupied with their opinions of you. That's where peer pressure steps in. ...
Home & Garden > Gardening (Other) True gardening stories: How it all went terribly wrong (humor): 3 of 88

HOME-GROWN FERTILIZER (How My Best Intentions Destroyed My Pretensions) As a budding gardener, I read somewhere that organic fertilizer is excellent for garden beds and patio pots. In fact, for several years, we had actually purchased manure to compost and enrich our landscape plantings. We live in horse country. We even hav...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: True lessons learned the hard way during employment: 4 of 117

MY ESCAPE BECAME A PRISON. At 28, I was a world-beater. I was sure they would take me seriously. Working as a mid-level staffer at a Fortune 100 company, I emptied my entire bag of tricks. Nothing worked. I simply could not escape from the shadow of my boss' thumb. She was a shrill, easily threatened under-director of public...