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Donna Quesinberry
Donna Quesinberry
(06/05/1957 / United States of America)
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Writer/poet,20/yr. history. B.A.B.S. & C.S.B.S., Certificate of International Affairs-Eastern Europe & Middle East, MBA 1/4 complete, Theology to 500 hrs.(over 100 as classroom instructor) . Broadcast live and taped on CNBC (women's issues) . As a single mother have raised five successful children (now a Baba Miere' Miere' to six [for biological and two by marriage]) little people. Manage DonnaInk (a home based media development, publication and technical communication service support company for both Government and commercial interests) . Have cats, dogs and chinchillas, which currently reside with their respective childhood owners (my children) . Favor supranormal, political, intrigue ... more »
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Donna Quesinberry Poems
Crafted Artistry And Hewned Woods
remembering Amsterdam
he opens the buffet... more »
The Leaves Of April
leaves in spring are tender occurrences
sprouting heavenward with a vibrance
that the blue jay mimics at my doorway
a warbling kaw in ridiculous showmanship... more »
Omens And Soothsayers
an immigrant never
can hide his ignorance,
nor ability to garner
the pretext of the chameleon.... more »
Random Writers
hands play
keys hard
banging
jelly rolls... more »
Gurgling And Choking His Eyes Reddened And Swollen
the deal of the century
involved a young christian
male delivering a new ride
to a man in a suit without... more »
Art In War - The Munitive
That Moral Law and code, now
Lacks pretense and virtue
There is no morality, there is danger.
The moral law, she died.... more »
Trotskyist Opposition=ameri.Kan Occupation
Humint interested her
rallying the big lights
of earnest salivation
like a deer to a salt block.... more »
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The Leaves Of April
leaves in spring are tender occurrences
sprouting heavenward with a vibrance
that the blue jay mimics at my doorway
a warbling kaw in ridiculous showmanship
he ruffles feathers and leans in with an intrepid
mannerism as if to dare me to mark his territory.
men and women preen and strut in springtime
as well, after a current of jumping rope and jogging
to prepare for the abundance of potential marketing
that can take place at happy hours, malls, and
in front of street vendors. Hoping Mr. or Mrs. Right
with traverse their path, view silkened tan ...
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