*From time to time I go through my list of poems and delete the ones that are seasonal (like a Christmas theme), or haven't had a response in months.
Writing, or time to write has come late in life. Now there seems to be a short story, novelette, or poem screaming to be allow out of my head.
Music of some type normally is playing when I'm around unless I've gone camping. (What other type of music do you need other than the wind in trees, water trickling over rocks or the cry of a wolf on a clear night?)
For inspiration there is always Mozart, Robert Cray, family, friends or the homeless. Any, and all of these get at least some of my attention each week.
Life is beautiful where terrible things happen. Both sides of the coin, as well as the edges seem to find their way out through my fingers --- but when the brain gets in the way a lot of editing is required.
Writing, or time to write has come late in life. Now there seems to be a short story, novelette, or poem screaming to be allow out of my head.
Music of some type normally is playing when I'm around unless I've gone camping. (What other type of music do you need other than the wind in trees, water trickling over rocks or the cry of a wolf on a clear night?)
For inspiration there is always Mozart, Robert Cray, family, friends or the homeless. Any, and all of these get at least some of my attention each week.
Life is beautiful where terrible things happen. Both sides of the coin, as well as the edges seem to find their way out through my fingers --- but when the brain gets in the way a lot of editing is required.
- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since January 16, 2007.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 410 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Rather upbeat...with a deep backbeat".
- I am a 67 year old man from Washington (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm I'm move in a state of unconsciousness.
- I am in the groups Way Back When
- I have 410 comments, 21 poems, 23 stories
My Poetry
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The compelling violin seduces
With an irresistible desire14 lines, 1 comment, October 13 -
Let us make love over and over again
As though it were a fairytale that never ends.32 lines, 6 comments, October 5 -
I cannot speak for those who choose
Those paths “less traveled” as their way,31 lines, 3 comments, September 28
My Stories
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It was like a movie that played over and over in Carl’s mind. It wasn’t one of the westerns he loved so much, or even the love stuff his Mom liked, but some horror-type of film he had only heard whispered about; a sex-type o2155 lines, 2 comments, July 23. In 2000-5000 words
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September winds race down the mountain passes, playing hide-and-seek in the trees and adding a bite to the sun-warmed air.1
265 lines, 17 comments, October 2, 2008. In <600 words -
I look around to discover something missing / And nowhere to be found / Wait, there must be some mistake / Give me time to reason; get calm
Guest Book
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Sweet Impatience on October 5I missed you by 11 stinking minutes arghhhhhhh this just isn't frikkin fair.. what is up with this..
LOL I'll be home tonight after 9pm and then I don't go in until 1pm tomorrow afternoon... so maybe just maybe we can meet up...
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Sweet Impatience on September 27I just noticed that ..... your guest book is filled with my comments.. what's up with that. I haven't been on much and when I'm here it's usually when ...you're not here. I miss you a lot.. big sigh ... a lot actually. school is keeping me busy.. I'll message how's that and be prepared a novel is coming your way. LOL
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aiyana on July 20http://allpoetry.com/poem/5185503
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aiyana on April 27Miss you
