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14 | August | 2015 | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. The real whole foods: one lined poetry III. Disclaimer: Series: one lined poetry. I’ll be doing this once a day for two weeks. Got the idea from an amazing writer and fellow blogger whom I recently started following at In Noir Velvet. She takes a walk on the wild side with words dubbing her feature, Six Word Stories. If you have the time, head over to her spot and revel in the beauty she creates with poetry. The real whole foods. Freshly picked inexpensive gifts.
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the great escape: one lined poetry VI | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. The great escape: one lined poetry VI. Disclaimer: Series: one lined poetry. I’ll be doing this once a day for two weeks. Got the idea from an amazing writer and fellow blogger whom I recently started following at In Noir Velvet. She takes a walk on the wild side with words dubbing her feature, Six Word Stories. If you have the time, head over to her spot and revel in the beauty she creates with poetry. In books, I can lose myself forever. This entry was posted in books.
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the cure-all: one lined poetry II | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. The cure-all: one lined poetry II. Disclaimer: Series: one lined poetry. I’ll be doing this once a day for two weeks. Got the idea from an amazing writer and fellow blogger whom I recently started following at In Noir Velvet. She takes a walk on the wild side with words dubbing her feature, Six Word Stories. If you have the time, head over to her spot and revel in the beauty she creates with poetry. Hugs and kisses with love, the cure-all. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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13 | August | 2015 | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. The cure-all: one lined poetry II. Disclaimer: Series: one lined poetry. I’ll be doing this once a day for two weeks. Got the idea from an amazing writer and fellow blogger whom I recently started following at In Noir Velvet. She takes a walk on the wild side with words dubbing her feature, Six Word Stories. If you have the time, head over to her spot and revel in the beauty she creates with poetry. Hugs and kisses with love, the cure-all. The Good: The Bad: The In Between.
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16 | August | 2015 | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. Vegas: one lined poetry V. Disclaimer: Series: one lined poetry. I’ll be doing this once a day for two weeks. Got the idea from an amazing writer and fellow blogger whom I recently started following at In Noir Velvet. She takes a walk on the wild side with words dubbing her feature, Six Word Stories. If you have the time, head over to her spot and revel in the beauty she creates with poetry. 8220;What happens in Vegas” follows you home. Tremaine L. Loadholt 16August15.
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prowler | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. Jernee has become quite accustomed to my nightly routine. Here’s a poem I’ve written about her using a photo I snapped about three years ago. A Woman. Her Dog. Their Journey. She waits for the right moment;. A sneaky advance is always. Carefully, she saunters into the room,. Her stride is a forgotten one. And I’m momentarily disturbed by the. Pitter patter of weightless paws. She shoots me a vicious stare,. Her narrowed lips begging to bark. I become glue, sticking to my.
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guided by confusion: one lined poetry I | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. Guided by confusion: one lined poetry I. Series: one lined poetry. I’ll be doing this once a day for two weeks. Got the idea from an amazing writer and fellow blogger whom I recently started following at In Noir Velvet. Takes a walk on the wild side with words dubbing her feature, “Six Word Stories.” If you have the time, head over to her spot and revel in the beauty she creates with poetry. The “Fed Up” Face. I am chaotic fuss absorbed in silence. Enter your comment here.
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a cornered gurl | I am more than breath & bones. | Page 2
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I am more than breath and bones. Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Http:/ bible.com/59/php.2.3.ESV. As told by their interviewer:. They have been married forty-five years and counting… They have four children, twelve grandchildren, and eight great-grandchildren. The secret to their marriage? He listens to everything she says and does everything she requests. 8220;You never looked at another man? What about Cyrus back in ’86? 8220;T...
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08 | August | 2015 | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. You can find me now on Bloglovin’: Click to follow me. There is no hiding place;. No escape welcoming enough. For the liar. he has no home. In the depths of his. Fabricated stories, lies events that. Only happened in his dreams. She did not want to be. An investigator, she only wanted. To love him. but, he kept. Himself busy with false. Senses of pride and disguises,. His true self. she soon sought. Peace in a sunset, a calm night,. A cooing baby… pretty soon,.
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July | 2015 | a cornered gurl
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I am more than breath and bones. Monthly Archives: July 2015. I am currently blogging about my adventures with my dog Jernee. She keeps me sane on the craziest of days and her presence was and is needed. Today’s tribute goes to her. A Woman. Her Dog. Their Journey. Of two globes,. I see no questions. There’s a mystifying peace. Serenading virgin ears;. She’s a mountain,. Bigger than my dreams. Of lasting forever and going. A short, guttural bark emerges. From her belly. thunder. Of her stare, my soul.
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