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Poetry : My Friend

Poetry : My Friend

“Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light. Helen Keller” Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/helen_keller_384608?src=t_friendship Years ago, I wrote a poem on Friendship. This is one of my earlier efforts, and one of my favorites. My Friend  You are my friend, you make me smile;  You are my friend, you make me cry. You’re honest, but kind, You’re direct, but gentle; You teach me with respect, You lead me with clarity; You do not indulge…

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Poetry : Sticks And Stones

Poetry : Sticks And Stones

STICKS AND STONES “STICKS AND STONES may break my bones, But words will never hurt me.” So they say, but I know is untrue, Because words can hurt just as much too. It’s not just the sticks you use to hit, That makes me recoil with terror; It’s the words you hurl, when they bit It hurts me much, much more. The glare you throw in my direction, It makes my hair stands on end; ‘cause I see the hatred,…

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Hidden Things

Hidden Things

Hidden No More Mark 4:22 KJV “For there is nothing hid, which shall not be manifested; neither was any thing kept secret, but that it should come abroad.” I remember an incident which involved myself when I was in school. A classmate accused me of cheating during a Math test. She was jealous because I received a higher mark than hers. I mean, sure Math wasn’t my strongest subject; I was an average student when it came to numbers. Even…

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Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Author’s Note : This poem was inspired by advises from the elderly, what we here called Old Man’s Wisdom. Old Man’s Wisdom Mine not to lead, but mine to follow, Mine not to weep, but mine to keep aglow; No rights have I to be your elder, Neither rights have I to be your teacher. But friend, true am I in sharing these words, My needs that you keep on the right road; As a friend so true, these words I…

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Novel : Peter, A Love Story (Final Chapter)

Novel : Peter, A Love Story (Final Chapter)

(The novel Nysa’s Mirror concludes, and just who is Peter?…)   “Stop fidgeting!” My dearest friend and adopted sister, Susana, is exasperated with me, and I can’t really blame her. I have an important date, one a long time coming, and she is helping me get ready. I am nervous, twitchy and excited all at once, and that combination of emotional maelstrom make for one fidgety Nysa, ha! “You know, I always knew this day is coming,” she continues. I raise an eyebrow at her, as best I can while she is pulling and brushing and crimping my hair into shape. “Yep, ever since you came in here and talked incessantly about him. You never talk about any man like that, before! Not for as long as I’ve known you anyway.” She says somewhat smugly. “Oh, c’mon, Su, I did not talk about Peter all that much!” I protest. She raises her eyebrow at me. I falter, “I didn’t, did I?” “Oh my dear, it is all you ever talked about for a while! It is Peter this, Peter that, so much so that for a while there Brennan and I were making bets on when you guys were going out. Err, that is I mean…” “Wait, back up….what did you say?” I turn to look at Su. Su put her hands on my shoulders and tries to turn me around. “Well, I mean, let’s get your hair done…” “Nu-uh! Hold up!…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 24)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 24)

His relatives all agreed that he was still young and that he could start fresh somewhere where the rest of his family still lived. He was going to get all the love and support he needed with them. I suppose I couldn’t argue with that logic. It didn’t make it any easier to handle the news. I remembered standing there in my room looking at him and trembling in grief, asking, “What about me then? What am I?” So what if I was being selfish and crying a little bit? Alright, I was crying a lot. Emotional teenager plus heartbreak, you get the watershed. Dominic was crying too, and looking torn. He said, “Nysa, it’s my granmama, my only close family left. She wants to move back,…

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Perfectly Blameless

Perfectly Blameless

What does it  mean to be of blame, and what does it mean to be blameless? This conversation happened between two friends : “I always get blamed for everything!” “Why? What did you do this time?” “…nothing!” “You don’t sound so sure.” “Well, I am. I did nothing!” “Nothing?” “Nothing.” “Well…. I don’t mean to sound judge–y, but maybe that there’s the reason why.” “What? How do you mean?” “Nothing.” “Wh…. don’t ‘nothing’ me! What did you think I did…

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Where Is Your Name?

Where Is Your Name?

Luke 10:20 KJV “Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.” People are happy for various reasons, mostly for personal successes and triumphs. Others rejoice because of good health; for having good reputation and honor within their community; respect and tribute given are jealously guarded. Many also feel that all that matters is having incomparable wealth. Some take pride in popularity and status. There are others…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 18)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 18)

I can never tell anyone else everything that Mrs. Potts tells me, even though she doesn’t say anything either way whether I can or can’t. Just because she talks freely with me doesn’t mean that I can do so with her stories. By the time she seems to have finished talking, I have gained a new perspective and respect for her in a way I have never felt for anyone else before, male or female, young or old. Her life truly is extraordinary….

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