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I'm the very much happiest person in the world when i'm travelling. Its a kind of love. And i... » Read
This poem is from my CD Poetic Realities of Our Being which personifies certain body parts such as our hands, feet, mind, body, etc. This cast of members project enlightment and illumination of truths about ourselves that are often forgotten, taken for granted or flat out discarded.
First love forever lost...and other memories that poured from a long-closed cupboard.
By Terry Collett
Two maids in 1920 begin their day.
Short Story | Updated Jul 14, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...
Short Story | Updated Jul 14, 2007 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Just a few reasons for not judging people too quickly
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2007 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
The 1960's a time of peace and flowers. Music was the teenagers obsession and of course free love was celebrated. Well that's how the story goes... Here is a poem about the 60's we don't hear about, and the high cost some had to pay
The loss of a lover and the inner grief
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
"This gun is loaded, devoted, you postulate the rest, riding the seesaw, there's no law that I have ever met, I'm just a flat punk, on dead junk riding a vanguard, cut from the vaunted, I'm haunted til death do us part"
Find your own meaning in this
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4