Sinbad the SailorMan

Sinbad the SailorMan
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Today; things are different and they are a changing daily. Business is being done all over the world and from every conner of It. From Laptops and Mobile Media Devices. Such as Cell Phones, Tablets, Laptops and from PC's in RV's and Tow behind Campers, Tents or right out of a Hiker's ...
Failing, Falling, and Recalling. Have we all forgotten "The Dream"? To Arms to Arms! Somebody get that Fire a Burning! Somebody Ring The Bell! Arise! Awaken you sleepy Laggards! Before there is nothing left to save!
Most of us all have heard about the need to supplement in today's world, because of the over processing and preserving of the foods we eat. Having little to no nutritional value for our bodies to sustain themselves correctly. Hence all the illnesses and cancers that we are experiencin...
As Nursery Rhymes go; this one is no joke! Beware if you Dare not to, you will eventually lose your skin.
Well Marketeers and Marketers are two different breeds in My Book. One is a Lolly Gagger and the other is a cut throat go getting S.O.B. Which are you and why are you? "Show me the Money!" Jerry McGuire was It? With Tom Cruise coin that phrase or brought it back to life? You got to ma...
A story poem about a young Squire and his wife. After the King has falsely accused her of being an enchantress. The young Squire must turn the darkness of Knights', back into day. For all the willing Knights have failed.
Reflections of a Cow: She is an old country Gal. That has taken notice of those and their lives around her. Told by the old Gal, as seen from a cow's point of view. One which is neither of these two.
Reflections on a man's inability, to express his words aloud though they are written upon his heart.
The healing powers of memories and pictures stored. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and Oh how right they were.
Reflections of betrayal. Taking time to know the one your with could become a life or death decisions If you falter and cross a path they do not have upon their trail.
Reflections of a discontinued Warrior. We all do have secretes and some of them are even too much for us alone to bare or to keep. They are many who hold truths, that are not so, and lies that were never meant to be told.
Poems of a Religious nature usually come from older and so called wiser people, who have either a strong faith or a new found faith or an old one they are now trying to use once again.
A Story Poem: A Ship and Her crew lost in the cold and dawning of the night. Their eternal frozen stand off with the King of the Sea for their trespasses.
Reflections of why friends and Business don't mix! Well maybe not in all cases, but in this particular case it was not a very gainful deployment for employment
Reflections on time lost.The past is buried, but yet it can not be forgotten. At least with out the aide of drowning a man and his sorrows. Cheap wine begins the absents of memories from time.
Reflections about True Weights and Measurements. If there Is one thing our Lord GOD hates it is dishonesty for the sake of Monetary Gain. You can not serve the Lord and Mammon.
So you are a Poet, a Photographer, or a Storyteller and you want to create an E-Book. How can you do this with Little to no money down? And then turn around and sell the Book in different formats including Hard Copied, Hard Back or Paper Back Books as well as an E-book Well I am tryi...
A Broken and damaged love, a fragile little girl looks up to find that fabled Prince Charming. A guy right before her eyes who has been there all this time. And suddenly she realizes it is true, Love truly comes to those who wait.
A falling Angel's reflections as he sits in a prison cell he recalls what has landed him there. As he spent his time here on our Earth And why it is, what for it was, and when he strayed from his mission at hand.
Poetry: Reflections of Life's progressions, the twist and turns, the beliefs broken, and then reaffirmed. Life is limited only by the Time it is allow to expend.
A broken hearted Father writes a Father's Day poem to himself. His hard hardheadedness, has cost him much more than he cares to acknowledge and yet...
An old man remembering from when he was young the views of his future and hopes of becoming someone that he once looked too, as a role model and mentor.
A Tulip is Only, But a Flower, a bit of poetry. Reflections about Pro-Life in Nature herself.
Tragedy befalls us all, and when we least expect it. When I was a Child I acted and played as a Child, I thought and knew as Children know, but here again we all must grow up! Even we must, grow old.
Reflections on a Father's Love. If only we mortals could show our love and succeed where we have often failed.
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