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LOC: Hollywood, FL
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: December 05
LOC: Hollywood, FL
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: December 05
I’m just a regular guy with a thoughtful mind that busies itself in thinking of both higher things, and the light hearted mundane. I’m no Pollyanna—but I believe in the transcendent power of the human constitution to overcome, to persevere and to triumph. Some of us have that skill, some of us need to perfect it; still others of us must teach it. It is a great tool for any workman to have, and useful for all of life’s ambitions.
My interests in writing and publishing have increased in recent years. I feel strongly, that everyone benefits in the art of self expression. To that end, I have worked to promote and establish a number of ventures to help others find their unique voice.
I am President of Odyssey Press, Inc., ...
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Tell me, what the "matter" is That fills up empty space Holding the orbs and golden spheres And keeping them in their place And what is it-- this gravity That distant things attracts With unseen power and mystery But is, an actual fact? And, air! --Thin air! It slips through grasping hands But holds the eagle high aloft And piles those dunes of sand And what of Love, o'er powering Love? So much must time subdue Yet it cannot quench the thirst of Love That memory's touch renews! Planets spin ...
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First amongst equals, he was Of a peculiar kind of breed Not given to extravagances That glitterati seem to need Ruminating with real passion Over life's sundry vital bits And the discordant harmonics Of the odd conniption fit He was, all in all, just a man Not perfect, and not uptight-- But resolved always to be fair To do what he thought right He had but few possessions Some books-- not much more But of love, he had plenty And his children he adored His wife was his comfort Who filled his e...
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Water works its wonders running the courses of downward rushing streams Small stones imagine themselves boulders immobile against the rushing onslaught; resistant to the forces that must, and will change them We too, stand against the winds of change-- Proud Defiant And foolish The tides rise indifferent to us; The winds blow, until our last breath is forgotten; and the winds of change blow on; alone Every small stone imagines itself powerful, but the water wears it's turbulent edge supple-sm...
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Dressed in black, her sensual curves Are a feast to the most discerning eye That dares to touch her suppleness With deft hands that can make her cry Oh! she has a polish that eludes me For I am no more than a simple man Daring not to presume that my caress Could entice anything so grand There is a power alive in her stillness Resonating in an unknown part of me That yearns to hear her whisper: Come touch me…. and set me free Keith Allen Scalf 1-19-07
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Shades across the eye drawn tight Portend illusions devoid of light Yet the wise with inner vision see Fecund wombs ripe with destiny That know life will not be deterred To claim for itself what it deserves And thus the travail is all for gain As hope transcends prescient pain When joy dissolves shadows cast Over the misbegotten barren past That did its best to vow the curse Of familiar scripts long rehearsed Howbeit then some cower in fear Whenever darkness looms too near? For a sickle guard...
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For me, the tenses are jumbled which distracts from the piece. "What if" morphs into "what could have gone wrong" without so much as nod to transition. From there the piece consumes five stanzas of third person observations-- before zooming into the present-tense-future-tense deliberations. Perhaps that is the intention of the author-- to convey the sometimes dynamic confusion of an unsettling relationship. But who can say? Perhaps "He" wonders what would happen if "Her" thoughts settled into...
Crammed into a junk drawer with the detritus of hapless bric-a-brac seems out of context with killing off, and oozing fat, and blood soaked hands. What's a meta-phor if not to help the blind to see? Better to convey the idea of one thing and see it through. I rather like the former over the latter--- rather like being out of sight and out of mind until someone finally decides to rummage around in your drawers. Just a thought...
He had it coming The prattle of his keyboard Finally at rest He will not be missed There are many more like him I wait in ambush It's God's work, really Some may shirk-- some few are called Angels of mercy Malefactors all-- Reaping a final harvest Silence of the lambs Gulp! Go get 'em Ms. de Lune. You plug 'em, I'll plant 'em. Who knows just what may grow? You always conjure interesting perspectves that give one pause to think. This is a useful thing to a stilborn world-- and worthy of honora...
Works as good or better than many companies downsizing schemes. As a U-tube piece this one is entirely dependent on the individual finesse and nuance of gesture established by the players. Also.... a bit more of a set up establishing Adam as a traditional corporate hack would enhance the humor as the skit unfolds.
Hmmmmm...... brevity and profundity are the keys to Haiku You may be able to improve it by going down a path similar to this" 'to smell Eternity in a rose' 'To glimpse Eternity in a second' Just a thought
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