Roxanne Dubarry [Roxy54/October Country] (October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)
Biography of Roxanne Dubarry
Roxanne Dubarry Poems
Welcome To Our Sunday School.
Welcome to our Sunday School! We are so glad you came. Come and Discover New Horizons
What Manner Of Love Is This?
How much my special friend must love me! Some day we will get together again and be separated by time and space and place no more.
Overcoming Depression #2
Whenever I am feeling: sad, lonely, or blue; I close my eyes my special friend, and
Love Your Neighbor
as yourself, Jesus Christ told his dsciples. But alas true love in this world is hard to find.
Freedom Is Not Free
No, Freedom is not Free, Even in the, 'Land of The Free and The Home Of the Brave.'
Thank You Lord Jesus Christ
For being the sunshine in my life, For turning winter into spring, For turning darkness into light, For bringing laughter and joy into my soul,
What Would Jesus Do?
Oh, what would Jesus Christ both say and do, Leslie, if He had a poetic critic such as you? Would he play a game of computer tag like you and I seem to play?
Pennies From Heaven
Once upon a time and not so long ago, a beautiful angel was flying to and fro on his earthly skies below. He was serching for a partner to aid him on his quest. He did do his very best. One cold windy rainy day in December, is one
And When I Die
When I die, do not weep for me, for I will be in heaven where I want to be. Just remember me by my collection of poetry. Read my poems when I am dead and gone. Whenever life's journey comes to an adrupt end- it is time to move on.
My love for you once was young, but alas has grown colder as we grow much older. Where or where
Why Do I Believe? (Part One)
Some people ask me quiet plainly why do I believe in God?
Overcoming Depression #1
Whenever I am feeling: lonely, sad, or blue; dear Heavenly Father, I am free to seek
Christmas present, and Christmas past, both help create precious memories that last. Christmas presents under Christmas trees was part of Christmas past for both friends and family.
In My Fulness Of Time.
Some day, in my fullness of time, The end of my life has come. What will count eternally? Those thoughts, words, and deeds
'The Light Is My Hope.'
'The Light is my hope, ' without it I would not have the strength to carry on. I would not have a peaceful song deep within my very soul.
My inner peaceful tranquility means a great deal to me.