stephanie mellisa kievaughan
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A good thing to have
is the gift to know
when the poem is spun
when to turn off the flow
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Fall Festival Poem: Written By Stephanie Mellisa Kievaughan in r-L
and: Punxsutawney in Second Life
you may need to get outside to find your happy place...
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Thank God for these Dirty Dishes,
For They Have a Tale to tell.
They give proof.
To the Silent Listener.
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The meaNing of Life
is found around 23 and 42,
And no this is not
aN age of me nor you.
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every time you speak
its as if a well
of biased
putrid poison
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Eulogy For - Cleveland Columbus Jones
This Man's Verse's
Have Been Written.
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Late one eve.
While Folding The Laundry.
Thine Heart.
Thine Mind.
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Gather up your tools,
and find you a wrench
we don't wanna fall back
into the stench.
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Mad Pea Scavenger Hunt Poem
Written By - Stephanie mellisa Kievaughan
and the names on My Second Life accounts
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I reminisce
on few thing's
As Prescious...
such as this!
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When your Lonesome Heart.
Has you ceized up.
And Locked stiLL.
Likened unto a statue.
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To my friend.
the Very best.
Mine eyes never
seen one
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Wriggles a finger up your nose!
soaks your bed with a garden hose!
late to bed!
late to rise!
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Your soul is a many splendored,
and Wonderous Vapor
transpired Like water
through a leaf
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As my Final months
Did unwind.
My Toxic Blood
Befuddled my mind.
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stephanie mellisa kievaughan Biography
I was Born with Tar.... on my Heels.... I was Born a Volunteer.... I was Born a Dew Drop on The Petal.... of a Yellow Rose.... I was Born a quiet Soul....Knowing words Have a great Power....They Can Mend that which is Torn.They Can Sow the Knowledge.That which is Yet to be Learned.They Can Lift The Human Spirit Out Of A Bottomless Dark Hole.They Can Teach Our Children Humanity, and empathy, and all the Virtues That would Lead Our Children To The Light.That which Ail's me. Is that which Compels me to write)
The Best Poem Of stephanie mellisa kievaughan
I Took A Knee To Tie My Shoe
A good thing to have
is the gift to know
when the poem is spun
when to turn off the flow
and when things are done.
you have to listen
to your heart
where it is
From Whence it came
and where it fancies
Most to be.
be it physically
or tangibly,
or emotionally,
what it found,
and what it did
likened unto a pro
or a master
don't you know
all the while
taming your id
like the shrew.
who dug a hole
from which to gaze upon
the likes of you
while you bowed
to tie your shoe.
asking? your self.
who is the king here?
is it me that bows to you.
The King of all the shrews.
Or is it You who Bows to me
The Humble Queen
of all the Shrews.
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stephanie mellisa kievaughan Quotes
That Which Ail's Me. Is that which Compels me to write
beauty and honor and reverence and the chance to convey Compassion through empathy. Are these not the reason our Hearts and souls are Moved to write Poetry. I Submit it is a Noble way to express our regrets our hopes our passion to reminisce. We Dare to Look back committing the pang's of all which ails us deep down to be carved into stone with our own black tears as Ink upon the tips of our Quills.
Don't be the mouse in the house. Do be the Cat. Don't be the door mat. That's not allowed the Liberty to decide. Where it want's to be at.
Only now do i Know After Many Years Spent To Gather Mine own Sense Of Maturity. Why the God's that Be. Gave unto each and every Dragon a Heart. It is Because. No Matter how great The Dragons piercing strength of grip with Claw' and talon. The Dragons Fist Can Not hold The Treasure's Of Their Heart. Nor Can it Contain a Hamlet's Well of Long Suffering Tear's No Chain Has Ever Been Strong Enough To Bind The Flesh Of A Dragon. The Chain Only Serves As a Reminder of the Virtuous Ties that Bind The SouL To the Heart, And The Mind. Honor... VaLor... True Love... And Selflessness. These Four exceedingly rare Virtues. Rare'er even still Among the Company of the God's
As for me. I can not speak on that. from which other poets drew the water that quenched their ever drying ink weLL. Yet my transcendental fLights of fancy. Only happen when I am emotionaLLy saturated. Likened unto a poetic fuel soaked humbled; crumpLed, bound Rag. At the end of a dogwood torch. A bounding culmination of all the emotional pangs which ail humanity. My inspiration the struck match... my creativity flashes emulation of my emotion burns off energy not in vain. yet to heal the soul of those that correlate their life experience unto mine. Count me as the purveyor of exceedingly refined soul medicine. Of any example i aspire to caLL my Legacy...that i would pass on to my readers...would be such as this...where you have been done wrong...make sure those nearest you are done right...where you bare scars...make sure those nearest you are mended...pay forward only the good...carry forward only the good...VVhen Consuming bad experience's. chew the fat of it, and spit it out. For swaLLowing it too come a part of you. would never be of any good to you, Nor the people nearest unto you...do not carry forward such dark energy...for it injures the bearer...take with you the state of being. That of the obligation to be the infinite resource of the selfless Loving care'er...never utter the word's I don't care...
Monkey see! ... Monkey do! ... Monkey read one book! . Monkey read two! .. Monkey Learn much? Yes she do... Monkey much-needed! .. Friends Like you! .. Monkey Learn this! .. Monkey Learn that! .. Monkey Love a girL! .. In a Cowboy hat! .. Monkey much-needed The Love of her friends! .. No Matter where she at! .. Monkey much-loved! .. Monkey very gLad! .. Monkey she thankful! .. Monkey she grateful! .. For all the true! Friends She ever did have! ..
Posting a verifying heLLo to a friend of whom I met through afreecatvcom hai! Megan Applegate.
Spiritual Story by 'Unknown Author' - - - - - - - - - - 'The Donkey In The Well' - - - - - - - - - - 'One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. they all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off! '
Respect Empathy Charity Importance of Philanthropy Restoration of Others after Calamity Introspectivly Teaching Yourself&Youth
where others build up high walls We Poets never stack one brick upon another Nor Post or Fence Between us and those set too offend Our Hearts are Made To Mend Our Skill's are honed to Graft in The Limb Thats Been Pruned Out We Are the Perennial peace makers when other Blossoms Grow Shy Closing their Bloom's From The admirer's eye's We Bravely Keep Our Petals Boldly Open For Many Passer's Bye.
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6/23/2025 10:39:51 AM # 1.0.0
Your such a word smith, Merry Christmas and a happy mew year Stephanie. Send me a ping on strogg.bananagmail if you can.