How many of us (and I'm sure it's just about all of us ) can remember back to our last day of lower school? The tears and the promises to miss all of our special friends that saw us through the past year. Hugs for our favorite teachers and of course...the Lunch Lady.

its a poem I wrote one night sitting outside a Paris cafe

Poem of a man reeling in his daughters about his abusive father.

This writ has been taken from the book "The Mancharians' Newest Civilization" (Volume One). The Mancharians enlarge on the topic of duality(s) and progression of the soul by dimension to the highest consciousness of the Creator - Jamie Sentana-Ries-Cortez

Morning sickness is the number one symptom of pregnancy in a majority of women. It is one of the first symptoms a woman gets tipping her off that she may be pregnant. While there are prescription medications that can help in treating morning sickness, many pregnant women are beginning...

When it comes to hutzpah, no one in Congress can hold a candle to the Honorable Stephen Finchem, the Congressman from Tennessee's 8th district.

Birds flying in flight as they go along. The sounds and sights so beautiful. They are so loud with the whisper of wings. The call so tender. So light and clear. Hear the whisper of the call.

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sometimes a heart bleeds of ink formed into pain of rain and dropped into writing

A poem about all of the beauty in nature painted by Gods wonderful hands for all to enjoy.