Pages tagged with Sinbad

In life we Grow and Go in our own ways, we are influenced by many, many things. Wisdom or the Lack of, is not to say one is not wise, just ill or UN-informed on specifics subjects.
Reflections on a man's inability, to express his words aloud though they are written upon his heart.
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 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.
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.
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...
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
Annalists analyze information technically with great care to understand what it is they are noticing, but yet some times it is the guy who stumbles upon and take notice of a specific out come that gets the credit for a discovery of great significance.
Way back when I first started in about 2003. Trying to earn here on the WWW I tried Direct Sales and knew little if anything about Landing Pages, Squeeze Pages, Hooks, and the Like. I do know a little more now than then, but I am not Selling Directly at this moment.
Wikinut is a place where you can write a simple page as well as a star page as you get to know the techniques of spicing up with some catchy images and special formatting. I have many friends at Wikinut whose articles I love to follow, and this is a way I can follow them from my blo...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
A Tulip is Only, But a Flower, a bit of poetry. Reflections about Pro-Life in Nature herself.
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.
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.
A story of life given in birth and a life taken from death. A child Faithfully named.
Reflections on a Father's Love. If only we mortals could show our love and succeed where we have often failed.
Reflections of a troubling pregnancy. I told you I wanted a baby girl; big mistake Me and my big mouth; now what will it take?
Poetry: A father's little girl, and her, first day of school, with a sudden and deadly twist be sure you do not miss.
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