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Name: Lisa
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Sacramento
Gender: Female
Interests: Free write poetry, always searching to provoke new thoughts, new ways of expression.
Intermediate tap dancer, another form of expression, allowing the core of my rhythm to speak to my audience and perhaps bringing humor upon the stage.
Editor having published quarterly www.womanscorner.com is on-line magazine, e-mail: womanscorner@yahoo.com. If you are a published writer, just for fun writer, nonwriter, reader, nonreader - ha! come anyway, subscribe! PS: It's free......
Expertise: B.A. Degree in Behavioral Sciences, having worked for Foster Youth Services - counseling and tutoring severely emotionally disturbed pre-adolescents and adolescents, as well. A burn out for me in this field first opened doors to writing my feelings and help me understand boundaries. Have learned cannot do all - use to delude myself thinking I could! HA!
Occupation: Medical
Industry: Instructing children with Auti
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
7/28/2005
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Once again, he calls to me His voice sings in the night with whispers I am rendered inebriated in soft waves of flutes His rhythm is free Crystal blue, piercing, yet soft and touchable are his eyes Through his heart, his eyes stare into my soul He loves me --- I will be responsive, always approachable For my dreams are my reality Lisa, July 2009 | | |
|  Here I stand, again facing you….. Your wall, invisible as it may be, Yet so endearing to you, Tis so frightening for me. On the outside, always, looking in……. My stance as a child Also when as your wife, The window with shadows, still my life. Lisa | | |
|  Here I stand, again facing you…..
Your wall, invisible as it may be, Yet so endearing to you, Tis so frightening for me. On the outside, always, looking in……. My stance as a child Also when as your wife, The window with shadows, still my life. Lisa | | |
|   Come, walk with me.....the bridge is narrow
yet, embraced with scents of green Come, talk with me....for I yearn for your voice, not that of a sparrow. I wish not to be free. Held in your arms, don't let me wander. I tire of lonely nights, no dreams, no slumber. Lisa. July, 2009.
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| A road awaits our journey,
 Perhaps fences to be climbed,
Gravel to negotiate,
but always keep in mind,
~let our soul lead us to our goal~
Your world awaits you, as does mine,
Perhaps we'll meet along the way, and let us smile!
Let us encourage each other, beit moment to moment, mile to mile.
Happy Easter and thank you being part of mine!
Lisa O'Hara, April 2006  | | |
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