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Newest Entries:
A Mother’s Love
The ONLY Love like GOD’s,
On all…… this earth,
I’ve carried, calmed and coddled you,
Every since your birth,
And it’s never a question of why or maybe,
You’re MY BABY,
The one I taught to say,
Now I lay me,
I….. suffered with you through,
Trimester after trimester to triumph over,
Teething, potty training, tummy aches, and teenage heartbreaks,
So talkin back I DO NOT Tolerate,
Not to mention those sleepless nights,
Because of childhood frights,
And first aid, for first grade’s first fight,
So to say something bad about you,
Only I have that right,
And it does not matter how,
Raunchy, rotten, or rich you are,
You’ll always be my twinkle twinkle little star!
Deaire S. Dixon Sr.
12/20/10
Soren & Samantha
Soren walked slowly across the rocky beach. He was a slim, unassuming man, the kind that you pass every day without thinking, yet once you knew him you could not forget him. He had an honest face, plain yet somehow handsome. Twin brown eyes scanned the shoreline in large searching sweeps. His thick black hair was long and slightly mussed by the wind. His clothes were simple, a brown tunic and black pants.
The shore was not a particularly friendly one. The beach was mostly stone and only about seven feet wide. It nearly disappeared as the waves washed over it. From its end a cliff almost thirty feet high rose up and formed one side of a walled in bay. The sounds of crying gulls and waves beating the beach echoed off the cliffs creating a melancholy effect.
Soren had been walking on this beach all morning when he was hailed. He looked up at the top of the cliff where a graceful figure stood. The breeze blew her long, strawberry-blond hair away from her fair oval face. Her eyes were a clear bright blue surrounded by long eyelashes. Pale pink cheeks were spattered with faded freckles. Rosy lips framed clean white teeth. She wore a long gray robe with flowing sleeves which fitted comfortably on her slight figure. Gray was not the most flattering color but still she looked beautiful.
Soren waved to the woman and she waved back then started on the long winding path down the side of the cliff. Behind her fluttered a small wasp-like creature, a native to the island. It was roughly a foot and a half tall, completely black with large yellow eyes and curly antenna. It wore white which identified it as a younger member of the tribe. Its bottom two legs functioned similarly to human legs. The upper four worked more like arms, each having a small mitten-like hand. Soren met the two at the bottom of the cliff. “Hello Samantha, hello Bachu, what brings you out here?â€
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