Singleton M. Tate
Simply known as: THE GIFT a.k.a. T.G.
She is one who sees, feels and conveys the innermost depths of existence. She is the creator of her own writing style [O.A.C.], which is 'Open-ended Artistic Creativity'. O.A.C. is the style that is: Not restrained by definite limits, restrictions, or structure. A style that's all about 'The Message'. She is a Innovator. She has written over 30 books. She writes in different genres and her books in print are: 'Laugh A Little', 'Forte' of... The Artesian Well and Sean's Dream', on Amazon. The book, 'I'M A STAR! ', can be purchased directly from THE GIFT. She has (3) more children's books in pre-production titled, 'Tie A Ribbon, ... more »
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Singleton M. Tate Poems
Sex Me Not...
Sex me not, ... with sex don't play, Within a house that's prone to stray. At first. it might seem pure and strong, Who really knows what turns him wrong?
A Stare... A Sad Day
I often stare beyond the sky, Dare I really wonder why? I see the vastness of creation, Its perplexity brings deep meditation.
I Stand Alone
I Stand Alone, all alone, by myself. Self, being selfish, self-willed, self-evident, self-sufficient, self-serving, self-assured, self-disciplined, self-righteous, self-seeking,
Speak of what>>> nothingness Apocalyptic words that rain Typing fierce>>> lion Clawing at my brain
Amber colors... leaves portray People converge on the park each day Running, walking, laughing, talking Playing children... mad dogs barking
Can You Believe?
They told me that my time was up. Did you hear that? I'm out of here! There's no compromise for me, that doctor said. My expiration date has come and I must be discarded. Am I spoiled food or garbage to be treated so inhumanly? I want to rid myself of this pain. Have I nothing to gain? I've been to 10 hospitals and I've seen over 7 specialist, who did nothing, but cost me huge bills. I'm still ill! While I waste away within the silence and whispering behind my back. I'm a good person. I've given money to countless charities. Who will appease?
Nature's in a state of turbulence, never timid, yet even more ferocious Diseases are running rampant, reeking havoc on any human body, as they are smitten from head to toe
My Wish For The World
Could only be, that His Love would destroy all hate and misery
In My House
Oh House, that was mine Once I looked down your corridors Finding emptiness, vain aspects Kindness, loathed by anguish and sorrow
Can you truly pen from the heart? Really express your innermost parts... Envelop the meaning and the verse, Although, it seems a bit rehearsed.
He Loved Me In Spite Of The Worst
He loved me in spite of the worst... I could do. His love so amazing as, He pulled me through. All of my worst of times. Trapped behind enemy lines. God never abandons... His grace is yet true.
You Can Win!
You can be a winner, lets start right now! Train yourself, be positive, speak in faith, that's how. Look at everything, in a upbeat way. See what changes happen, that will make your day.
Can I Help?
We see people throughout our lives. Less fortunate ones some full of strife. The angry and downtrodden ones lost on their way, But Can I Help? I ask today!
Causing willful deaths of a 'Thousand Knights' Yet, I 'Cipher a Legacy' Adorned Elegance Trapped in Amaze.
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Sex Me Not...
Sex me not, ... with sex don't play,
Within a house that's prone to stray.
At first. it might seem pure and strong,
Who really knows what turns him wrong?
Or was it her from the very start?
The sex she gave was not from heart.
Let's bind forever our souls will tie,
With endless tears and no goodbyes.
Sex me not... we've built a maze,
That leaves us both within a haze.
Emotions run deep, when we both know,
That sex is cheap, Love runs the show!
Inspired by: Mr. J.C.H.