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Author babyboomer68
Member Since January 26, 2016 (online now)
Hometown Caldwell, United States
Born on January 5
Gender Female
Relationship Status Married
Career/Occupation Semi-retired
My Likes Writing, crocheting, reading, RVing
Favorite Author Clive Cussler
Favorite Book/Poem Cyclops/She Rode the Train to Glory
My Favorite Quote "I love the Lord because He hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath! " Psalm 116 1-2
Above all else, I love My Husband, Bob.
 I have been writing for 30 years & have read 4105 poems here
 I support this site as a Free member and have 23 points
 I currently have 164 entries in my Writing Portfolio
 I am an Onyx Reviewer with 298 Comments
  My Review Quality is 99.45 % (based on 183 votes)
  My Profile has been viewed 3024 times and I have 10 Fans
My muse insists on being heard.  It refuses to keep quiet.  It is like a child having a temper fit when ignored.  As a result, I write poetry and short stories to keep my muse amused.  Over the years, my poetry and short stories were published within the small presses and journals.  Years ago, before the Internet became available to many, submitting  one's writing to chapbooks and journals created a nervous condition called, "writing nervosa."  Writers were not only at the mercy of predatory editors, but also to that of snail mail.  Waiting anxiously for a reply, created lots of fingernail biting and high anxiety.  When the much-awaited letter arrived, the anticipation made our hearts pump a little harder.  Acceptance was bliss----rejection was the pits.  Below is a poem I wrote years ago, which I read each time when receiving the bad news about my creative attempts:


My poems are written
only to be bitten
by draculen editors
who are literary predators, 
tearing apart from the heart
of poems carefully drafted
and hours crafted,
and sent by mail
only to fail
at the desk of jaws
who with large paws,
piles them in a heap,
calling rejection cheap,
not caring who will weep.

A sincere thanks for those Web sites opening their friendly doors to writers everywhere. By doing this, it encourages their muse to relish and shine.

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