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~WHISPERS FROM THE PEN~ A Writing Group
Do you love to write?
When we write they become whispers
from our hearts and our pen carries it
for all to read and enjoy.
Poetry, free verse, different styles of writing is beautiful to see.
Won't you join and share the Whispers From Your Pen?
No erotica, just writing anyone, any ages can enjoy.
I ask if you have really long stories to please put them in the file section.
Latest group announcement
We Are A Writing Group
THIS IS NOT A SINGLES GROUP!
Don't advertise you are looking for someone
special or I will remove it!!!!
It's a writing group.
There are singles and adult groups you can
advertise in so go there and do so.
Thanks, Sandrajo----Manager
Don't advertise you are looking for someone
special or I will remove it!!!!
It's a writing group.
There are singles and adult groups you can
advertise in so go there and do so.
Thanks, Sandrajo----Manager
about 1 month ago
Recent Messages
A Special
Return The Love Click Here!
For being here and supporting Whispers From The Pen.
I'm not sure how many members have stayed but I'm so grateful for those that have.
Hugs to all,
Sandy
When The Ship Sails
When this ship sails from
this world to the next
I will find peace as I watch
what once was but is no
longer fade into the yesterdays
of life.
I will step on board and such
a feeling of contentment will
wash over me.
I know I will be sailing to a far
better place than the one I'm
leaving.
Loved ones will bid me farewell
for just a while.
Friends will wish me well as
they close the casket of a life
that lives no more.
We will meet once again.
Well it's time for me to go toward
the light of a new life and a new
horizon of a world beyond this one.
Don't be sad for I'm not.
I'm at peace now and my pain has stopped.
My spirit will not suffer any longer for it
if free at last.
________________________________________ _____________
When I wrote this my sister in-law was suffering from cancer and had been for
10 years...5 years longer than they gave her.
She is at peace now.
THE WRATH OF THE PENGUIN
Continued from The Penguin 4
We were playing stoop ball against Matt and Nate one Saturday and just as Blue Book went up to the wall to hit, a pigeon on the third floor released a thick wad that landed right on top of his head. Saturday was not one of his treatment days, so Blue Book was not wearing his felt snap-brimmed hat. He stopped in the middle of his approach to the wall and looked up.
To read the balance, please go to Reply 1
We were playing stoop ball against Matt and Nate one Saturday and just as Blue Book went up to the wall to hit, a pigeon on the third floor released a thick wad that landed right on top of his head. Saturday was not one of his treatment days, so Blue Book was not wearing his felt snap-brimmed hat. He stopped in the middle of his approach to the wall and looked up.
To read the balance, please go to Reply 1
Yes, I Am An Angel Kitty
Some would say I'm prissy and
much to hard to get along with.
Some would even think I'm very
self centered.
But knowing the world revolves around
you and just thinking it does
are far too different things.
It doesn't make me self centered when
I know I'm the most important
kitty in the universe.
I'm just stating facts....afterall look
at me and tell me I'm not the
most beautiful and most intelligent
cat you have ever seen.
My name is Miss Sweet Sheila.
And I'm blessed to look far younger
than my eleven years.
Do I catch mice.....ewwwwww no way!
The thought of putting such nasty little
vermin in my mouth is UNTHINKABLE!!!!
Let the common alley cats do that, afterall
what else to they have to do to entertain
themselves.
Do I welcome my slaves home when....no it's
their job to come and say hi to me and
see if there is anything I need.
But I wouldn't want anyone to know that if
it were just the children coming home I would
put my best paw forward and rub up against
their little leg and purr....cause it's always
wonderful to see the children.
Do I beg for food??? NOT hardly I don't beg!
Its their job to make sure I'm fed and
all my needs are well taken care of.
Their job is to make sure I'm kept healthy
and yes that includes my routine visits
to the Vet.
Although I could do with out that shot he
insists on giving me in my tender neck.
One day he is going to sample my long lovely
nails stuck in his hairy, bare arm.
Yes, I'm Miss Sheila the smartest kitty
in the world.
Yes, I'm every tom cats dream but they
aren't mine.
I'm picky about who I give my treasures too.
They have to be intelligent like me.
Handsome and without the smell of rodent
on their breath.
Wouldn't you like to tell me how nice it
was to meet me?
Of course it was.
Maybe our paths will cross again sometime.
Oh by the way, I don't share my litter
box so don't even think about asking.
Before you leave, to show your gratitude
because I spent any time with you
at all you are required to leave me a special
treat.....catnip would be nice.
Yes, I'm Angel kitty but not a prissy
or self centered one.
©2003Written by Sandra Gard
THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE 15
The Penguin 4
Continued from The Penguin 3
After seeing the effect on Kenny Nails, Blue Book began doing a 360 around every one of us once a week and giving us new estimates of how many years we had before we started going bald. But even though he always wore his snap-brim felt hat after one of his treatments the King Oscar’s sardine/Dole’s pineapple juice odor of the ointment passed right through it. So, whenever he came round on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday, guys would hold their noses and say, “What the hell do they put in that stuff, Blue Book?”
To read the balance, please go to Reply 1
Continued from The Penguin 3
After seeing the effect on Kenny Nails, Blue Book began doing a 360 around every one of us once a week and giving us new estimates of how many years we had before we started going bald. But even though he always wore his snap-brim felt hat after one of his treatments the King Oscar’s sardine/Dole’s pineapple juice odor of the ointment passed right through it. So, whenever he came round on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday, guys would hold their noses and say, “What the hell do they put in that stuff, Blue Book?”
To read the balance, please go to Reply 1
Way Things Used to Be 13--The Penguin 2
Continued from The Penguin 1
A few weeks after he began treatment, Blue Book actually did begin losing his hair, and at a pretty rapid rate. I tried to tell him so in a tactful way, but he insisted it was all part of the plan.
“That always happens at the start of treatment,” he told me. “They program that. That’s the unhealthy hair. Soon I’ll start getting second growth. The secret is to keep your root system intact, because once that goes you’re bald forever!”
To read the balance, please go to Reply 1
Way Things Used to Be 14--The Penguin 3
Continued from The Penguin 2
Blue Book had completely convinced this guy we called “Gaylord” that he was going bald but Gaylord kept losing so much money betting on baseball games that he couldn’t afford The Mayo Hair Clinic. (Gaylord’s real name was Harold but guys started calling him Gaylord after the riverboat gambler in Showboat.) Instead of the Mayo, Gaylord went down to one of the closeout places on 50th street around the corner from Hubert’s Flea Circus and bought a jar of a lanolin-based ointment they claimed would save his hair. A two-month supply was only $1.75 and it smelled much better than the stuff the Mayo was rubbing into Blue Book’s scalp.
To read the balance, please go to Reply 1
Blue Book had completely convinced this guy we called “Gaylord” that he was going bald but Gaylord kept losing so much money betting on baseball games that he couldn’t afford The Mayo Hair Clinic. (Gaylord’s real name was Harold but guys started calling him Gaylord after the riverboat gambler in Showboat.) Instead of the Mayo, Gaylord went down to one of the closeout places on 50th street around the corner from Hubert’s Flea Circus and bought a jar of a lanolin-based ointment they claimed would save his hair. A two-month supply was only $1.75 and it smelled much better than the stuff the Mayo was rubbing into Blue Book’s scalp.
To read the balance, please go to Reply 1
Hurry!!!! Run!!
Hell and damnation are
biting at your heels.
Gloom and despair are
bringing up the rear.
Quick get out of the way
DON'T let them win.
Pull yourself together and
face this day with a positive
attitude.
Fight off the feelings of doom
and believe in yourself.
Believe you are a WINNER!
HURRY!!!! QUICK!! pick up those
feelings of hurt and start feeling
happy once more.
Don't give into these feelings that are
biting at your heels for they mean you
harm not good.
Face this day with a smile and hope.
Be happy to be alive and for being
a special and unique person.
There's only one of you and you are
wonderful and you have a caring heart.
I believe in you so it's time you start
believing in yourself!!!!
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