I can take a hint. I am still here. Will always be your friend if you want me.

So very true...blessings to Frank and a quick return.

Very good write (((L))) Sounds like a comforting place.

That was very well said Kristi. When love comes your way, you take it by the gold ring and go with it. Embrace it. Never to let go.

You two were made for each other Sherri. I so enjoyed that. Very enlightening.

Allow me to wipe away those tears. That was beautiful Dee...loved it as I do you.

Very well perceived Kristi. I can read into this and know what you're pondering.

I see what you're trying to say in this little diddy.

Thank you Denise for understanding. I surely appreciate your sweet blessings.

There won't be a wedding Michele. I appreciate your kindness too.

(((L))) Thank you as well.

Flame I appreciate your sweet words too.

KC...It just happened and it's the greatest feeling once again.

This is a poem about finding true love and not even expecting it. When you pray and ask for guidance to take you to that one person that will mean the world to you and it falls in your heart, you look at the others that tagged along with you with hopes of possiblities and leaving broken heart trails. If I hurt anybody along the way, I am sorry. It's just something I had to do when I asked my spirits to guide me and they did. Now the void had been filled and I am happy.

The Void Has Been Filled

There was a time in my life
Where I was lost between love and despair,
Praying to my spirits to guide me
And find someone who will care.
Though I pulled some heart strings
I still held back, till my spirits guided me,
For the right one to come along
To spend eternity with the one to be.

Yeah, I may have broke some hearts
With visions of hope and possiblities,
I've had to step up to the plate
And face the probablities.
I chose to let destiny guide me
And lead me to it's will,
The day love came to my heart
I knew the void had been filled.

When true love comes your way
You don't question it, but accept,
You know it feels so right
After you come to adept.
Now that the void has been filled
No emptyness in my heart,
My spirits answered my prayers
By giving me a love to impart.

Thank you to all my friends. Just your congrats makes the effort worth it.

Still and always beautiful words. Can't wait for your book.

Thanks everybody for the well wishes. I hope it does well.

Thank you Kim my dear...you will certainly be known when it is available.

Beth, I sent you an email.

I've finally done it
And here's the good news,
My poetry book is finally published
I've paid the dues.
I worked hard and long
To finally get it out there,
It will be ready in two weeks
So please be aware.
I will send you the link
If you choose to look,
It will please me to see
You have a copy of my book.

Thank you ladies for taking the time to read this and glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you so much to all you beautiful ladies. I thought this one had gone to page four He**, lololl.

The Haunted House On Mulberry Street

It happens every year, about this time
In the house on Mulberry Street,
On October thirty first, there was a crime
Of the murder of John Caprice.
The house stands vacant, ever since that night
Has been for many years,
No one dares to go by, with all their fright
And all the chilling fears.

On Halloween night, the eeriness begins
With all the evil sounds,
The banging of doors, the chandalier spins
And the howling of baying hounds.
Lights flickering, screams shrieking loud
With the spirit of John Caprice,
Lightning strikes, with a thunderous cloud
His soul is not at peace.

He will never rest, till he gets revenge
Of the person who took his life,
He loves her so, he can't wait to avenge
His murderer was his wife.
When she gets freed, of the insanity charge
He knows she'll come back here,
Then he will plot, his loving letharge
And fill her full of fear.

A year gone by and she is set free
Standing in front of the house,
Looking it over, all she can see
All was quiet as a mouse.
With suitcase in hand, she walks through the gate
Not knowing what lies ahead,
Soon, darkness will fall, she'll meet her fate
When John comes back from the dead.

All dusty inside, cobwebs hang from the rafts
Nothing changed when she left,
All visions of rage, come in like a draft
The night of Johns death.
The sun sets, darkness begins to wake
Then the eeriness begins to arise,
She gets startled, she hears a glass break
It should come as no surprise.

With the little teases, he conjures up more
To scare her to death,
He'll seek his revenge, for what's in store
With what he has left.
A door shuts loudly, he begins a long moan
As he lowly calls out her name,
"Maaaarrryyyy..." with a long drone
"I'm glad that you came."

"John? Is that you? I'm sorry my love
It was a jealous rage."
"Silence." said the voice from above
"For you will pay the wage."
As his spirit flew down, she was full of fright
As he reached inside her chest,
"You never let me explain, what happened that night
This is what I loved best."

As he held her heart, beating in his hand
Her body fell to the floor,
As her spirit rises, in front of him she stands
"I'll still love you forever more."
As demons rise up, they take her soul
And they take her to hell,
Now John can rest, he's achieved his goal
The house is now for sale.

Very good Nikki...Keep your chin up sweetie.

Yes I am...and thank you Kristi...it seems like I am getting others in the spirit as well.