http://slow.writerscafe.org/debileah The original writings of author Deborah Leah Krempa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I b***h a lot from this pain in my body makes me angry at the world especially the way I ended up in the bar life and choosing the wrong fork in the road. I was like you said they used to say in AA . HALT! I remember that. Hungry Angry Lonely & TiredHungry for a love I never knew. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/2764601/ Didn't use to be like that. It was normal conversation to include your memories of your loved ones. Not to be morbid or afraid of the tears or the heartache. Not to dwell in the past is a good positive thing but to not share some of your thoughts, memories is a selfishly sad pitiful thing. It's li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/2764527/ The artist She paints her canvas With emotion and empathy With devotion and sympathy She paints from a blank pallet A masterpiece all her own I am a writer of poetry and prose Imagining. so many different viewsMy soul bare naked on a podium A variety of thoughts, colors, huesA .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/2234064/ can you feel my angerwhen I bear witnessto a homeless man as he lay dying of hungerno offering of waterto quench his thirstno friend nor familyto be at his sideaccused and judged verdict of guilty deliveredas onlooker's gather near death he lies in the str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/2050931/ You walk...I stand! Beside you.Not aboveNor beneath youNot underNor atop youWe standSide by sideWe standArm in armWe walk togetherTogether we standHand in handAs we marchone by onetwo by twoAll for one One for allOne voiceI am that voiceStanding out Amids.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/2012432/ One day it will be the will of the people, the indigenous peoples of the world standing together as one voice, that voice will be...of the people, by the people and for the people, not of, for or by the corporations. No man owns the earth, not the land nor the mountains, the rivers nor the oceans or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1989773/ Family http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1977355/ Water is life! My dear family and friends, without the part she plays in Mother Nature, we could no longer survive. Mother Earth would surely shrivel and die, her womb from whence we came would become as arid and dry as the desert sands. No longer could we be nourished and fed by her bosom. No more .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1954423/ I am standing before you Great Spirit. Naked is my soul,. Humble is my heart.. I am still here. Today my prayers are for my grandson, baby Caiden, my daughter Juleah and her husband Saed, his twin Codie and all of his brothers, all of our family, relatives and friends. Today, our precious boy is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1935302/ By the way, I love you Gabriel , Noah, Hugo and jordan, Brendan, Alex and Allen. Baby Caiden, and Codie, Alicia, Aliyah and Dreyvaughn. I love all of you. I love my own children, Juleah, Paula and Melanie just as much as my grandchildren because each one of you has a special place in my life and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1929261/ Hello Gabriel, I saw I missed 2 phone calls from you today, your mom's phone died and she forgot to take her charger with her to work. Guess that's all I can say other than you make my heart very sad with the way you treat your mom and me. I ve always tried to be good to you and all my grandchildr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1929260/ Life is a gift from God, our Creator. The roads we travel can be found quite rocky, often we suffer pain and anguish. We look to the heavens when we are broken and at our wits end. We cry tears of sorrow and we mourn, we grieve, our loss so great. We reap the harvest of what we have sown whether or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1929072/ A tribute to: the tenth anniversary of a fallen son. 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A dancer, a singer, a writer of poetry and prose...all of those. When I was a young girl, I read hymn books and I would sing for hours, following notes and dance on my tip toes, across the room... Such a romant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1750020/ When I grow up I want to be...I want to be free, free to be me.As a little girl, I spin and twirl...Round and round and round, I whirlI love to sing and I love to dance,I dream, yes, I dream of romance.One day my prince will come along,Together we shall sing life's  lovely song.When I grow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1750005/ Deborah L KrempaJust nowwhen i think of easter i think of people churches and family feasts and gatherings when i think of easter i think of sunshine colored eggs and baskets filled with chocolate candy kisses and lollipops and jelly beans ... when i think of easter i think about you and the last y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debileah/1746192/ Deborah L KrempaJune 13, 2010 · Just A Bit Of History... As I see it... ( a short story written by debileah aka deborah leah krempa )From the east the explorers came, they that were lost at sea. 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