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turning of the sprit 2008-03-08 19:06:00 back in 1978 I lived in L.A. California...my famliy live hear in N.W Georgia...living in LA surrounded by people,yet so aloneat nineteen my dream from sixteen finally came aroundwith the variety of people in my life nowi know not which way to gotry to fit in with all the restand it's not happeningwishing I was home in georgiamissing my family and hoped they missed memom calls on the phone one dayafter not hearing from her in many moonsto tell me my dad is dying and i need to come home soonthis was quite a blowfor i knew there was no moneyhow was i to get there in timeand see my father before he goeshanging up the phonepaceing the roomwhat do i do...walking out to the back yardlooking at the stars in the skyfalling to my kneei know this is what i have to tryno rain in monthsthe earth is dry Read more:turning
My Sister's False Teeth 2008-03-05 21:19:00 Another excerpt from my autobiography W.I.P., thanks for reading!My sister would ride her bike down the country road, part of it was actually a hill, so she would cruise down at full speed...she loved stuff like that, she was a little daredevil. But one day, my cousin and I were playing out in the yard and we heard a strange noise in the distance. Oddly it sounded like a rooster crowing, and even though we lived in the country, no one in the vicinity owned a rooster. I heard it again and again, and it started sounding more and more human, like a cry for help. So I ran in and told my mother and grandmother I heard the strange noise...for whatever reason they drove up the street and found my sister on the side of the road. She had crashed her bike and was very banged up. They brought her hom
INTUTIONS AND REFLECTIONS 2008-03-04 13:14:00 Simple matter isnt it !Intuitions and reflectionsWhen light falls on matter it is reflected, deflected, suffers refraction, transmits partially or completely, gets absorbed OR adsorbed.With scientifically invented instruements and based on parameters set within framework of science of physics, one can actually measure the extent of reflection, deflection etc etc. Before the invention of respective technical instruments one could sense each of the above referred phenomenon even though measurement of same was not possible.Human mind with its inherent powers of understanding had an idea about measuring each phenomenon even before advent of methods of measurement of each in a scientific manner.What is measurable sufficiently accurately to an extent determined by available understanding of each
BEGGING BOWL 2008-03-02 17:12:00 You reach to touch me.Do you feel the bubbling brook or the fluttering leaves?In the warmth of skin, the texture of our breathing,is there a conviction in the brief kiss of no passion?Is there magic in this ritual, bringing life-energy into song?My mirror warns of this Crone, who cackles in delightat my self-assessment.The gown of darkness drops from my being, in observationof my shapes, paleolithic. I stand in testament of union,permanently sculpted by scars of birthing.The old clothes of my spirit-closet are outgrown.Diligently, reluctantly, my trembling fingers pickat the tatters of my history, choosing bits of earthen colour,black for the nights of sorrows and a glowing robe.As Persephone ventured to the land of darkness,I am reborn from the deep death sleep of earth's womb.I will not
DDT'S DEMAGOGUERY 2008-03-02 11:26:00 DDT'S DEMAGOGUERY By Tamara Wilhite “Our son is dead, and you say we cannot sue?” the mother asked disbelievingly. “I cannot see how Green Peace, much less these other environmental groups, are to blame for your child’s death,” Daniel replied. He wanted a case, but this was too much a long shot. “Our country was not allowed to make DDT, because of your patents. You would sell it to us, because of your environmental laws.” Daniel began to fade as the man’s thick African accent droned on. “Then you were so busy giving us condoms for men to see prostitutes and AIDS drugs when they were infected, that they did not have money for drugs to treat children with malaria.” “Then perhaps you should have used anti-
Life on the Farm 2008-03-01 12:42:00 Another excerpt from my autobiography W.I.P. - thanks for reading! The farm was such a neat place. The house was white, we had a huge yard and a gravel driveway. There was a field adjacent to the house around which my Dad had built a huge wooden fence to hold in the cows. There was a chicken house, a shack for tools, and a big red barn at the end of the field. Behind the house were acres and acres of land that my Dad farmed. He grew corn and soybean. It was extremely rural, so people were always dropping off their unwanted dogs and cats on our property. We also had several horses, they were my sister's passion. She and Dad were very close, kindred spirits. It is very hard to write about this time because I don't have a lot of strong memories about it. My Dad worked a factory job all night
Life Lessons from the Garden: The Sweet Pea Massacre 2008-02-28 21:27:00 I kind of knew that I shouldn't have pruned them so harshly but I'd been looking at them closely now for two weeks - wondering why they were rioting over the side of their bathtub container, yet still they had no blossoms on their massive tendrils. I thought that I had planted duds, that I wasn't going to get any flowers, or worse yet,that I would have this tangled mess of sweet pea vines just taking up room in my precious soil. I'd been angry that day, and perhaps in reflection I realize now that I should never prune while angry, worse, never prune while angry when you aren't sure of what you are pruning.So whack,off came the fragile tendrils. I had no remorse,the more I pruned the more I whacked and pretty soon all that was left were a few curling survivors, clinging to the trellis for d Read more:Garden
, Lessons
, Sweet
Pilgrimage 2008-02-27 18:57:00 One direction, South I travel, limited to the realm of rails.Kaleidoscope fragments of light pierce throughmy tears like broken glass. I press my faceagainst the window barrier. Vibrations throb,metal against metal,in the tickety-tack-clack of the train wheels.tickety-tack-clack tickety-tack-clackMetal against metal, sword against sword,sword against shield, sword covered in blood.Grainne's solar orb burns silver in the haze,moving East to West, her constant eye on past and present.Snapshots blink across the window, frame by frame,flickers of green, grey, blue and brown.Stone walls, and woolly hedgerows outlinefields of time and place, between the station stops.This Land. Earth. She. Every cell of my beinghas been of every part. Gentle curves belieTruth buried with the bones and broken cas Read more:Pilgrimage
ABAAD TANHAAI 2008-02-27 03:38:00 Kadkati dhupSuraj bulandi parrAndhera hai kyun itna !Kal raat dikha naa Tara he koyiphir Chandni thi RUSS gayiTanha toa rahaa heKambakhT'Tanhaai Abaad Ho Gayi.
Country Pumkin Pie 2008-02-26 20:00:00 Down in the deep south Where the pine trees grow high, There was a big ole' pretty basset hound Named Country
Pumkin Pie. Country is a funny dog Who likes to run and play. Country is a loving dog Who has a lot to say ...
Memories of Church and My Cousin 2008-02-26 15:15:00 The following is an excerpt from my autobiography, a W.I.P.I hate to be anti-christian, but even as a child, I always felt that the elders of the church were not very good at representing God. They knew how to quote the Bible, and they knew how to make people feel bad about themselves...but the God that lived in my heart LOVED me. He didn't want to send me to hell and He didn't feel it was necessary to be bored in church every Sunday. The coolest thing about church was Grandma Mabel. She LOVED to sing church hymns. She didn't even know many of the words, but she would sing “loo loo loo” and her whole body would vibrate, it was really cool. When the preacher would talk (for hours it seemed) I would do two things to occupy myself. 1. I would play with the veins in Grandma Mabel's hand an Read more:Church
Heart Whispers 2008-02-25 16:28:00 If only my fingers could reach so far,through time and space of this plane.Each line of your face would be tracedwith gentle strokes and remembered,carefully tucked away in synapsesof star blinking memories.I remember what you love:Lady Ocean sends her skirts of foamskittering across the sand and rocks,with quiet swooshing of the ebb and flow.Each small shell upon the shore, jewels.Some are broken, some are whole.In each hour of life are echoes of the living.Is there an answer in the shadows of thought?Do you or I only know as glass mirrors with reflection,one soul to another?Mind and soul awakens to know more,no words to speak.What soul is mine or yours,when the window is seen from inside out,yet the knowing gaze was outside-in?The sun, reflects like flames of fire in your eyes.Your foot Read more:Heart
Psaltry I 2008-02-24 23:39:00 I will not tell you yet again,if you cannot hear my voice,how my heart feels.How my heart feels,dancing like spiraling incenseupon the air.You and I speakdifferent languages;The love is there,whether you take itor leave it,this is up to you.Time is spinning out;too old for gamestoo old for games of thoughtlessness.Sharing is the gift;a joyous moment like warmth of sun on the skin.Acceptance is a choiceand denial a cold wind.The warp and weftweaves life energy,shimmering as strandsof the psaltery.Each string resonating with sound,echoing, echoing all around.Do I need you?No.........To cherish is not of need,not like 'fast-food'stuffed into the mouth, un-chewed.To please, Dear Muse,harmony and song unitethe strands of time.The love is there,whether you take itor leave it is up to you.AMAT Ja
Hunter I 2008-02-24 10:57:00 Hello I am Larvin Burlington and this is my original story, Hunter
. (Newbie writer here so please pardon the grammatical errors) Set in the fictional planet of Ghenoa, approximately 2000 years into the future, Hunter is a story of a sibling rivalry between two brothers that grew into a conflict that will forever change the course of history, as well as the lives of those who were involved. Episode 1 - EscapeThe piercing screams of the three Interceptor planes tore the silence of the forest. These small, crescent-shaped fighter planes descended to pick up the signal of their prey. The Emperor gave these pilots one clear order: "Eliminate Rick Seagate."In the forest Rick Seagate ran like a helpless animal fleeing from its captors. He followed the stone trail that led to a nearby village,
Betrayal 2008-02-23 15:48:00 BetrayalBy LeilaBetrayalA transitive verb 1. to lead astray 2. to deliver to an enemy by treachery 3. to fail or desert, especially in time of need Last week on my lunch hour I had taken a walk on our main street Yonge St. in Toronto. A typical downtown large city street filled with Starbucks, The Gap, and other corporate stores.As I walked by a long standing art store I was jolted by the face through the window and had to be sure it was who I thought it was.A feeling encompassed me as if I had been surrounded by mirrors of hard distorting glass as I found myself floating in a haze into the store.What would I say to her as I walked down the aisle to get to the cashier where I saw her standing. Would I rant and Read more:Betrayal
No title 2008-02-23 13:58:00 Still silhouette against the moonlit sky,outlined in the green of summer,Branches spread in silver splendourturn with movement of a noble head.Heart throbs echo in the voiceof a steady drum,so sweetly sings the hum.The whoosh of wings fills the air;the owl speaks her mind therebeneath the sparkling stars.Still silhouette against the moonlit sky,outlined in the green of summer.Branches spread in silver splendourturn with movement of a noble head.Signals of the heart are given.Eye to eye and hand to hand.Our dance began;The essence of your mystery,evolving from earth’s history,fill my rainbow-self.Still silhouette against the moonlit sky,outlined in the green of summer.Branches spread in silver splendourturn with movement of a noble head.Moments confident this sacred gift,Entrusting my hea
Passion's Many Faces 2008-02-22 09:51:00 Passion's many faces Softly and tenderly I kiss your lipsMy hand finds your chest and gently gripsThe other hand slips right down to your hipsAn evening with you is for making sweet love Pull me toward you and whisper my name Your hand on my thigh just started a game An evening with you is for making sweet love My hands on your body start doing the sameSink to the bed and we kiss and we touchSweet little nothings that say quite so muchHands now behind me find something to clutchI'm lying with you and making sweet love Holding me closely and treating me right With promise of passion that lasts all night I'm lying with you and making sweet love Your hands and your arms, no Read more:Passion
Prison 2008-02-22 00:39:00 I curse the chains that chafe and bindThey hold me down and keep me blindI dare not move, I can not flySo in the dark I sit and cryThe wounds he left may never tellHow short the road that leads to HellAnd Hell is where I have my cageSo it does no good to rant and rageMy jailor’s made my bed of thornAnd from my back my wings are tornI bleed each night from daily lashAnd into wounds he rubs black ashMy feet are soft from long disuseMy body aches from much abuseAnd even if I were set freeI could not soar, I could not fleeMy feet would bleed on rocky shoresI cringe at thoughts of pain once moreAnd yet to stay when freedom callsTo stay within these foul dank wallsWould be insanity in truthBut ah, for now the subject’s mootFor I’ve been offered no reprieveThese prison walls I can not leave Read more:Prison
A Warrior's Quest II 2008-02-21 13:38:00 The Warrior
's Quest
IIMoonlight breaks the canapé's headTouches the ground his footsteps tread Tall and majestic they reach the skyLight dancing through to touch his eyes With agile steps touched like the lightThey make no sound as though in flightThen something stirs in distant sightWith tortured moans piercing the nightHis foot steps quicken to the soundTo the water's edge where she is foundA warrior's vision since long pastNow guides him to his dream at lastWith lightning moves in freshened grassThey bring him to her side at lastAs he kneels down to broken wingsHe sees the vision that is his dreamYet signs of struggle show deep and scarredThe chains of torture and telltale barbsWith darkened fear she sees his eyesThey speak to him in silent criesWith gentle hands brushing her wingsHe q
The cheap book promotional tips you've never heard of - and should 2008-02-20 17:26:00 The cheap book promotional tips you've never heard of - and should By Tamara Wilhite 1. Offer one book for a giveaway on someone else's site (their readership may be much larger than any you could drum up). They put in a synopsis, you get the attention of the whole group, and it cost you one book. 2. Contact your local library or alma mater. Offer the profits (or portion thereof) to go to the organization in return for a book signing. The benefits of this include publicity, public relations, and those who buy your books at those events can be given fliers to buy everything else you have written. And since libraries and schools already have facilities and established book lover groups, you have a guaranteed audience the moment they accept your offer. 3. Craigslist. Yes,
Loss of Innoncence Part 2 of 3 2008-02-19 13:41:00 The person I chose to perform this task was a male friend who assured me he would put in a good word for me. It also helped that as a guy he could speak to Adam on a “man to man” basis. Weeks went by while I waited for my chosen messenger to find the perfect opportunity to speak with Adam and still everyday Katrina would ask me about him, tease me about him and cheer me up when I thought my heart couldn’t take anymore. I had just about given up when one Friday my “correspondent” whispered to me in the hall that he would be at a party with Adam that night and would come by my house on Saturday to tell me the results of the conversation. I immediately penned Katrina a note telling her of the plans. She was disappointed that it would be Monday before she knew the results
Wishing 2008-02-18 21:53:00 Above the lake, the flies dance and tease the fish. The sun lazes its way across the sky and she waits, kickin' dust beneath the swing. She knows he's close; The heart of her feels him there at the edge of the woods. Softly she sings a song light and languid; no words, just the sound of her voice, beckoning. He peeks out, wishing he had the courage to walk up and say the words in his heart… "Would you like a push?" He wants nothing more than to make her happy, but fears he might fail. After a while, she tips back in the swing and hair swinging in the dust, she spots him in his hiding. "Why ain't 'cha comin' out? she calls, "Ain't we friends no more? I've got raisins in a box… I'll share 'em!" She sits up in the swing and Read more:Wishing
"Sirat: Through the Fires of Hell" - available on Amazon.com 2008-03-12 16:48:00 Between the fire and the ice, they will build paradise.This thrilling interstellar, intergenerational epic follows the crew of the Archer from their stranding on the volcanic and glacial world of Sirat, as their descendants transform themselves and their new world. The delicate balance will be thrown into chaos by the arrival of a new starship from Earth.“Sirat: Through the Fires of Hell” is now available
through Amazon
.com.Contact me if you are interested in reviews and interviews. TAMARA@WILHITE.HOMEIP.NET
Friendship A Fragrance 2008-03-17 21:13:00 However short the span !so enchanting in smile .....The Daffodils . Love the budding smile into Rose it blossoms So does blossom a bud in Friendship
So traverses a path a Fragrance
so akin.charan
Diaphanous 2008-03-21 11:55:00 Diaphanous is love,hanging like silky gossamerthreads of the spidergleaming in the morning sunlight.Each tenuous strandhangs quivering,suspended between earth and heaven.Sticky trap; strong enough.August 19,2003
Non-fiction publishing tips 2008-03-20 16:43:00 Advice on getting a non-fiction book published By Tamara Wilhite You've spent years working on a non-fiction book. It's finally done. Who can get it onto the press and into print? Here are few tips on what to do and where to go. Find out if your alma mater has a university press. (Many do.) These academic presses have a preference for publishing academic books, as well as a preference for publishing alumni. Also, being non-profit, they can be cheaper than for-profit publishers if you use them to self-publish. Join a historical or interest based society of the area in which the book is written. Those in that field will know which publishers are publishing books on the topic, who isn’t, what agents are in that field, and perhaps even link you up
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