Take some time to stop and look at nature. Pick up a rock or two and think about where it might have started out and what it might have gone through to end up where you found it.
The smoothest rock is the one
Copyright Fran Watson February 2005
Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Dog
Emlyn Williams Theatre, Mold, North Wales: 20th February 2003
The Power of Eating Disorders
I want to get close
Why I enjoy Writing?
During interviews and general conversations with the public,one of the most difficult questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King Antidotes for an Alibi BlazeVox Books ISBN 0-9759227-5-0 2005
A Death in Cajamarca, Peru (Atahualpa, in Cajamarca ((in English and Spanish))
The Epic Poem:
The Exit Poems [Iron and Fire & No Heroes]
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet.
Three Poems: The Monkey Man of Lima, Plus Two More
What Hides behind the Minute?
Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concluded With the pastor shaking hands, Offering words of comfort I didn't quite understand.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
Learn about love by reading poetry by a long dead poet named Rumi. No need to look for ancient texts hidden in caves...Search the Net.
Tale of the: Old Hunter and the Golden Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife On the edge of the thick of the woods; They lived in an old run-down shack For forty-years and some. The old man hunted for his living, And his wife sewed on her lap.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the cerulean blue of the skies
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for Tomorrow
The Crusader: A Search for the Virtue Inside (an excerpt of an Epic Poem)
On through the darkness she searches the bones Seeking the hand of her love; Deep in the stillness, the maid searches on, Petitioning help from above. Onward she gropes through the flesh and the blood Of the warriors disfigured and maimed; She carries no hope for the life of her love - For naught but his body she came. To see his face and cradle his head, Hold him close to her breast; Shed bitter tears at her sweet love's end And give him peaceful rest.
Lifes Too Short
Time goes by to quickly to hold your feelings inside Especially when their so strong even if they don't abide...
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,
Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
In the quiet of the arctic night- In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its cold
A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would always dress in style.
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to things you've known and done to things you wanted to do. Growing heals sometimes the shattered dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new knowledge of yourself. Growing is fun sometimes meeting new friends learning new things making changes that feel good and moving on. Growing is necessary always. Without change there is stagnation death instead of life. To choose to live is to choose to grow. Copyright 2002
Poetry ?Reborn? Emerges In Thriller Mystery Novel
Since Mohamed Ali?then Cassius Clay?announced that he had written "The world's shortest poem," I have known that I would be a poet. "ME? WHEE!" His triumphant proclamation evoking shivers within my troubled teenaged identity, for I reasoned in rhyme.
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