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Books
and CD's of my
own
creations
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He
Turned Me On - Poems
of Passion is a part
autobiographical, book, made up of
true and
fictional stories. It
is serious in parts, yet very
funny and
exciting
too. As you will see,
at the
time of
writing, I was really turned on by some of the
stories
that
inspired me to write the book.
Since the age of 8 years
old, I've always thought
that when
I grow up I am going to write a book. I am glad that I have
been
given the grace to achieve this dream and hope that one day it will
become an even bigger reality.
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Hearing
Voices! is a children's story book - it's one little girl's
adventure, into the unknown. Whilst
on holiday in Jamaica, Joanna took her Grandfather's dog
Wiseman, for
a walk. On reaching the end of the journey,
Wiseman
disappeared
without trace.Wiseman
going to be found?"
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I Was
Dreaming,
is my CD, done purely for fun.
At the time of doing it, I
was just
experimenting on new areas to cross. However, it gave me
greater pleasure than I had expected. As
I've
said, in my song, I am
not a prophet, or a saint,
or
a
singer. But I believe in
trying new things.
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MY Poems
OUT OF AFRICA
I saw the faces and heard the voices
of the troubled children cries,
Whilst they whipped and lashed them,
until the could no longer cry,
Too distressed I couldn't close mine eyes to sleep.
I pondered and I've
asked why should the children,
suffers, be shot,
then lay down and die?
How un-caring we human beasts,
Killing God's
children like wild beast,
Destroying innocent
lives as we please,
Should our children
forever paying,
for our wicked
deeds?"
They who we brought
into this selfish world,
without
thoughts or
care we conceived,
For our
careless mistakes our children pays,
Whilst we kill our
children like animals in the
streets,
Meek
and helpless I watched them on the T.V.
As
they lay down, helplessly die.
Imagine a world without our beautiful little
creatures?"
Like in a garden of flowers let them grow freely,
Just like the birds and the honey bees in mine eyes
I see,
Children are our
future of our tomorrow, where ever
they are,
Destroying our
children is not real.
(c) by Meranda M. 1/2/200 Words
of
Wisdom.
MY
SISTER
Oh
Carol, like rays of sun shine
so warmly you glow,
Your
love you give in such a flow,
With
keen ears you liscened,
always sure,
You
always answer when you're
called,
With
heart so big swelling with
pride,
Like
rays of sun shine, so warmly
you glow.
You're
not too selfish or unkind
when giving,
Nothing
is too much or too good
for those you,
love,
Like
a mother careing and kind
you're always ready,
to
offer an helping hand,
You're
more than just a beloved
sister in a million,
You're
a sister, a mother and a
dear beloved friend,
one
in whom I can depend,
Oh
Carol, like rays of sun shine,
so warm you glow.
You're
a sister I am privilege to
have,
You're
a sister anyone would glad
to have,
You're
a sister it's nice to know,
You're
a sister kind and dear,
You're
a sister I can't compete,
You're
a sister just so neat,
You're
a sister so long as I
breathe,
I'll
always adore you until breath
cease,
You're
a sister roll up in one big
giant ball,
Thank
you for being my sister, one
in whom,
I
know will be there even to the
end.
(c)
Meranda M.
15/4/2002 Words of Wisdom
WHO'S
THAT MAN?"
A
lonely man used to sit alone
all day long,
So
often I've wonder who was
that man?
The
lonely man was a tramp
living in a corner,
under
a big tree, off Mare
Street all day long,
One
morning I stopped by to sing
him a little song,
I
told him not to worry
something will soon come along,
So
sad I felt for the
tramp,
Who
lived under a tree, next to
a bank all day long.
Whilst
I stopped to talk with
the man,
Wishing
to hear from him
whats went wrong,
So
sad was the story of this
tramp,
No
one deserves to live like
that man,
The
intelligent, polite tramp
was a good man,
Who
deserved to live like a
human,
He
lived in the corner under a
tree, next to a bank,
He
lived less than a human.
(c)
Meranda
M. 23rd, August 1991
THE SUN & MOON ECLIPSE
Wednesday, August, 11th, Ninteen
nintey and nine,
The sun and the moon eclipse this day,
Man journeyed from point one to point two,
On this day like pilgrimages unto another land,
Eight thousand feet above the darkened clouds they flew
Seeking a witness of the sun and moon, final
eclipse this century on this great and historic day.
Like Pigeons, upon hills warming sun,
Signseekers perched with telescopes,
like on the
roads to Damascus, mass exodus of people,
trooped all over the place, just to have a glimpse
of the sun and moon caught up into the air,
On this great and historic day.
And when total darkness fell upon the Scilly Island of Cornwall,
Telescopes peeped, cameras flashes eyes blinked,
as quickly as the wisemen thinks,
When total darkness descended upon England,
This great and historic day.
And when shadows fell and day turned into darkness,
With awsome wonder and airy stares,
Oh dear we wonder as time grew darker,
Some shall not live again this century,
to see the glorious sun and moon,
caught up in the air again.
Some people shall write this day a wondrous story,
Of this day of mystery as history,
How this day had suddenly turned into night,
As total darkness fell upon Cornwall
How the golden moon covers the face of the sun,
Descending airy chills upon this glorious land,
On this grey August, morn 1999-08-17
As the sun and moon eclipse farewell on this great,
and historic day.
(c) Meranda M. 11/8/99