Tag: writing
member name: Christopher Cole
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September 18, 2007 11:11 AM EDT --
My guardian angel is small only ten inches tall
With silky long hair and patches everywhere
Her two inch legs bend at the knee
Her ten pound body full of . . .
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September 21, 2007 04:25 PM EDT --
I gazed into her soft green eyes and cried
Such beauty I never knew within could reside
The sweetest fragrance my heart did receive
Throughout my soul her essence did breathe
The warmest emotion my . . .
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November 03, 2008 09:58 AM EST --
I wrote this response to an article written on an association against helping the autistic:
Listen brother, I had autism as a kid. I still suffer the aftermath with rare and isolated bouts of . . .
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January 26, 2008 08:45 PM EST --
Mellow and mild a soft wind hisses,
Beckoning me back to white wine kisses,
Purple ribbons round white fences twisted,
Peppermint moons and marshmallow fishes.
An angel's call prompts me thither, . . .
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November 26, 2007 06:37 PM EST --
One Sunday I decided to take a ride on my Yamaha 1100 VSar custom North along the Delaware River just outside of Philadelphia. Once on the road I followed the old canal which hugs the river and decided . . .
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May 24, 2008 06:28 AM EDT --
THE PIERCING:
Her beauty was such it blew me away
As she stood before me on that fateful day
Tall and well proportioned and in her prime
So knock down perfect I wanted to rhyme
My . . .
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September 21, 2007 08:52 PM EDT --
I was barely twenty years old in the summer of 1969, and questioning what direction my life should take. My motorcycle leaned against the curb on Beekman Avenue in Sleepy Hollow NY, when a . . .
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January 08, 2008 09:14 AM EST --
I write for the Woodstock Preservation site during the year. I received this gift in the form of an email at the beginning of the New Year from the director, Joanne. Her words were so inpsiring . . .
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October 09, 2008 11:26 AM EDT --
I took my eight year old grandson to Mc Donalds this morning. He insisted on a Big Breakfast, which was OK with me as I watched in amusement his earnest attempt to fit all that food into his small body. . . .
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January 07, 2008 11:39 AM EST --
Many of us are plagued by addictions of one form or another. Most are very hurtful and destructive. With spiritual help and resolve even the most insidious can be overcome. There . . .
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May 05, 2008 07:06 AM EDT --
I turned fifty-nine years old today. Just before bed last night my grandson came into my room and asked to use the computer. I looked into his deep blue eyes and took his long black hair into . . .
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January 30, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Who Am I...
I am a child who was battered
I am a kid with learning disorders
I am an adolescent who lost his best friend to suicide
I am a young man who loved deeply and lost
I am a seminarian . . .
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January 27, 2008 08:13 AM EST --
Frozen husk of lonely abandonment and mistrust
Relegated to outer reaches of pale gray nothingness
The tiniest flicker of godly remembrance within dimly lit
No longer caught up in the short circuit . . .
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November 13, 2007 10:02 AM EST --
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Flaw in the Diamond
( I googled my novel "The Closer's Song" today and came across this article posted by Stephan Thomas Thomas who's . . .
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January 24, 2008 07:21 PM EST --
Not exactly poetry-not exactly prose- perhaps the poetry of fear
Chapter 8
The common denominator in all that I have related thus far is-RAGE. YET before there was rage there . . .
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January 01, 2008 09:35 AM EST --
In the summer of 1986 I was awakened in the middle of the night by a train whistle. I had fallen into a deep depression around this time burdened by a life filled with pain and self inflicted . . .
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January 22, 2008 05:52 PM EST --
You Called to Me...
You called to me and I followed
Crawling toward you on linoleum floors
Down long corridors and open doors
Tripping along moss grown pathways
Crunching the rocks . . .
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December 20, 2007 10:43 AM EST --
Gerald sat in the empty house alone and thought about his grandmother. He noticed that somehow the goat horns had been overlooked and still hung from a nail on the front door. It was only a few hours . . .
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November 22, 2007 07:40 PM EST --
The Closer’s Song and Woodstock
Why does the first Woodstock festival in 1969, almost 40 years ago, continue to symbolize the hopes of the hippie generation? The Closer’s Song , . . .
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September 20, 2007 09:12 PM EDT --
In May of this year I drove the 157 miles to the town of Woodstock from Philadelphia with my wife. I had made this trip many times in the last forty years. My closest friend . . .
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