Miss Emily Winningham was chosen the anchor-woman not because of her intelligence, but because of her bust size which was a whopping 36 inches, her waist was 29, and she was gorgeous. I...
You are: A replica of God’s handiwork, A generation of life’s longing for… Endowed with an undiscovered beaut… With a skin that protects and attr…
My unknown of me, my blood rivers winding around and through my body… divine sources, anointed by the Grace of God, rivers soiled from the pure,
“Waiter, I can’t eat this steak. It’s too tough,” said the customer… “I’ll get you a hammer and a chise… said the waiter. “Bang, bang, bang… went the sound of the hammer.
Longer days and shorter nights up… as Winter will begin yawning to go… But first we must wait a little wh… before the frozen ground becomes m… Mother Earth in her old age moves…
A Quiet Space Too full, too much, too loud, too… Piling on piles, shouting over sho… Stuffed into spaces, into forgotte… Every moment crammed with throwawa…
My soul bid me to look past man’s devaluation of his own self and find the dignity in him that he had lost sight of. I’m to be a prospector looking for gold. The gold in him is that fo...
Half Passion Looking ahead at half love With half heart Mixing half passion With half rhetoric
Flying up high higher than the sil… the sky up over the hills and bust… I come to see the mountain carpets… the plush green mountains waiting… I look down while fantasies roam t…
Taste Pleasure dressed up in its Sunday… Its sweet aroma climbing up Savor… Rousting the senses from their slu… Lo behold, ahead lies pleasure’s g…
Love chains of a claimer’s needs are a sign that love still has a h… even though it doesn’t. Claimers try to force love to run the desired path even though it ca…
The Encounter Two souls coming together One in need and one fulfilled In need of what the Other has to give
Opening day, as rookies begin, ‘Tis Time to get ready and time t… On the mound while nerves are fray… Wish that feeling would go away. First pitch, a fastball right over…
We are writers writing from our liberated hearts. We speak out against slavery but willing to submit ourselves to the power within that exalts us and commends us for our work well done...
My hidden rivers with names I kno… transporting my life with the prop… flowing through my sensitive canal… with the power to determine my des… my fragile life at the mercy of it…