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Songs on the Wind was another poem collection book I was published in way back in 1995. (I am on page 416. There are 697 pages of just poems.) I was in my late teens, Bill Clinton was just a couple years into his rein as president, and it was just a few years after the Gulf War had ended. I would like to share that poem with you today. I hope you enjoy it. :) War Country to Country State against State Friends against friend Not knowing our fate Bloodshed and tears Smashed dr

This is a poem I had published in a poem collection called Touch of Tomorrow many years ago. (2004) I hope you enjoy it. I Am Me Whirlwinds of emotion exceed me In a field full of flowers I am an old oak tree Chills of insecurity to my bones In a field of dreams I stand alone Time passes as a movie On a large theatre screen One wish full of hope One destiny as a dream Stars twinkle like diamonds On a black velvet sky My future is passing In a blink of an eye For in a field fu

Camera flashes, reporters, paparazzi, over-the-top fans with stars in their eyes; are just a few things writers rarely, if ever, see in the length of their career. Let's face it, being a writer isn't glamorous. We aren't photographed as we walk down the red carpet and asked what designer we are wearing, or who we may be dining with that evening. (Most of us writers do aspire to be that writer.) We all can't be J.K. Rowling or even Stephen King, legends for their works and adm