A thin dark curl frames her pointed chin.
Her bowed head suggests a reticence born of want,
yet the steady upward cast of her eyes tell a different story.
Her lips form a half smile, rehearsed for just these moments.
And, so sure is...
There was a house at the corner of Black Street and Bidden.
Going there was strictly forbidden.
It was a haunted house or so folks said.
Just passing by it filled people with dread.
Billy Blowhard the bully one day just...
Posted by gorillawriter
- Mon Oct 27, 2008 13:08:19 PDT
WHISPERS IN THE WIND
WRITTEN BY VICKIE BELMORE
I KNOW YOUR HEART FEELS EMPTY.
IN THIS MOMENT YOU FEEL
LIKE YOU'LL NEVER SEE YOUR MOM AGAIN.
TODAY... I THINK I HEARD HER
WHISPER IN THE WIND.
SHE SAID,
IF YOU LONG TO SEE HER
HERE...
Posted by VJBELMORE
- Wed Apr 30, 2008 13:31:02 PDT
I was only 3 When you brought the Sunshine in our family
I was only 3 When my Little Sis. You came to be
I Always kept my watchful eyes on you
And didn’t let no one mess with...
For my Mother, Virginia Marion
Thanks for lullaby's sung during a noisy storm,
Thanks for one more blanket to keep me warm,
Thanks for teardrops dried and cuts repaired,
Thanks for a gentle smile to show you cared.
Thanks for...
Coming home tired and weary,
I was about to open the door
when I heard a "chirp, chirp"
sound coming from above.
I looked up and to my surprise
what did I see?
A little bird resting
on a branch of a tree
staring down...