Angel Love
Know this my love
as you sleep tonite
know i am there
turn out the light
dream in splendor
dream happy times
dream on the day
our bodies will twine
for my angel sleeps
and my angel smiles
go rest your wings
and your angel eyes

Mother
You brought me here
You wiped my tears
You showed me love
You kept me near
You held me close
You took the fear
You taught me right
You fought the fight
You let me grow
You raised a man
You guided me
You took my hand

My Mother,my reason to live
You never take,you always give
I stand here now,I wonder why
Why my Mother, GOD i cry!
Give her wings,let her fly
Let her soar high in sky
In my time,my lasts of days
Next to Mother,rest i pray
Together again heaven's gate
Together soon,Mother waits.

I Dreamt
I dreamt of you i felt your heart
I dreamt of love dreamt us apart
I dreamt of you in silken white
I dreamt your an angel in lovely flight
I dreamt of hair in golden locks
I dreamt of doves in soaring flocks
I dreamt we married with promised eyes
I dreamt we lived romantic lives
I dreamt I dreamt to never wake
I dreamt my hand you would take
I dreamt you smiled and called my name
I dreamt my life was never the same
Yes i dreamt, i dreamt of you
oh Yes my love! oh yes i do!

Opposed to letting this work of art sit and collect dust, I have decided to self publish this book. Please edit your work and place your name on it; for all work without a name will just be tagged as “Anonymous.” If for any reason you do not wish for your work to be published in this collection, just remove it by clicking the remove button on the page of your submission. I thank you all for your hard work and dedication.

Thumbs up from me. Only managed to read the vote zone, but really enjoyed the variety of the three I read. I especially enjoyed
Audns' piece, but wish everyone good luck.

very good as always. publish

You're awesome, keep up the good work!

Best of luck ~naive. Thank you my friend for all the generous help that you have freely given me and many others. Pub this one WEbook!

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but so much tallent here, how could I not.  Publish.

:) my vote is for you

This is beautifully written, well done...

voted for us

You got my vote!

I love it

Loveit! good luck!!

good-luck...
my vote is in...

crap...repeated a word in there. lol oops.

Proud to be a part of this wonderfully assembled collection of poems. you have my vote, and not just because one of my poems is in here, but because  because it seems to resonate with a wonderful collection of emotion and passion of it's authors. GREAT JOB EVERYONE!

Expansive collection, with some thought provoking submissions.  Good luck.  nancy

Well, since this is already submitted, I cannot even put my name on my poem.

if i am correct, only one or two.

I don't know and wish someone could tell me as well. ?? How many book projects are usually chosen for publication after the voting cycle is over ?

I'm new to WeBook and was just wondering, does anyone know how many projects are chosen for publication?  Just 1, or more?  Thanks!

Yay! Publish this collection!

Abstract concrete work ..thumbs up!!

Here's my vote.

Goodluck everyone, love Wennie xxxhugs

You've got my vote.

Thumbs up!
omanh

Lovely, well done...

Got my VoteGood Luck everybody!

Of course I voted YES. Good Luck !
Liz

Got my vote - keep up the good work!

PUBLISH!

Proud to be apart of it woo!!! :D

Proud to be a part of.

I am happy to vote for your project

Voted for you

you've got my vote ^^

You have my vote!

thank you everyone!

:)

You are a very good writer I love your style.  I voted for you please vote for my book "King Loverr: Diary of a Philosophical Loner.

publish

great project good luck god blessmike

LONG LIVE THE POET"S PEN...!
May inflation bring it up in value...

Great Work, Project Leader...!

WRITE ON...!

hey, i really appreciate the invite, and the chances to get my poetry juices flowing again, i'll see what i can come up with xx

Please EDIT your entries time and again. This is the nature of the writer. Rough Drafts are unacceptable; especially, if YOU, the writer, are serious about getting your work published. Thus, I ask that you bring your best to the table, or do not bring anything at all. Anything less is a SIN.

And it is not my intention to sound overbearing. I have conditioned myself as well. If I have written something, and you find a flaw therein, bring it to my attention. I will correct the perceived flaw, or I will explain myself.

Thank you for the invite! Unfortunately, I'm going to have to decline. I don't have the time to work on much else right now.

Sure, sounds like fun. I'll unearth some of the stuff I've done during the past year.

Thanks for the invite, but I'll have to decline this time around.  Too many irons in the fire (not just on WeBook).

Sorry, but I will decline. I don't write short stories for some reason; my brain won't let me. I do write poems, but I don't write them very often, and lately they've been of a bit more personal tangent. Those that aren't usually aren't that good and I don't want to spoil anything by putting them in someone else's project.

Thanks, though! I appreciate the invite.

Thank you for the invite, but unfortunalty I must decline.

thank you for the invite, but idk if my poetry fits the requirement. i dont have to write differently or ryhme or anything do i?

Thanks for the invite. I'm very honored. However, I know I will not have time to contribute. Sorry.

Thanks for the invite will submit something soon =P
Aileen

Thanks for the invitation. I have a bunch of writing dancing around my brain and will be honored to drop a few lines here too.
:-)

eh up, and thankee, I'll submit some, sooner or later. =)
~CL~

Hello and thanks
I will submit a bit

thx for the invite n i dont really write a whole lot of shot stories dut ill try

Thanks for the invite. I have a short story lurking some where in there let me see what I can dig out.

he was wearing his infamous mask.

 “Hi Parker, what’s up?”  Roger asked.

 Not one to beat around the bush, Parker immediately explained the reason for his visit.

 “If I’m right and it is you or your friends behind this problem, I want to ask you to stop now,” Parker said.  “If this continues the human vacationers will quit coming and things will change here for the worse.  So how about it; do we have a deal?”

 “To begin with, Parker, you are assuming far too much.  My friends and I do indeed steal scraps of food from the campers.  We have always done so and the families who come here expect it.  It is, in fact,  part of the reason they come.  And when you talk about a deal, what did you expect to offer us in return?  That is, of course, if we were guilty, but we’re not.  So do you have anything else you wish to discuss?  If not you are free to go and it has not been a pleasure to see you.”

 “Gosh, I’m sorry, Roger.  I guess I was wrong to just assume you were the robber.   I can see I have a lot to learn about the inhabitants of Forest Park if I am ever to become a good guardian.”

 He turned away sheepishly and embarrassed to visit some of the others on his list.  But Roger made a suggestion.

 “Perhaps I could help you find the real bandit,” he said.

“What are you saying?  Would you do that even after I misjudged you?”

 “Of course; after all this is my home too.  Who else is on your list?”

“I thought of checking out Sally Opossum.   Mr. Oliver said she was a night prowler.”

 “Why did you decide on her in particular?  There are others out at night also.”

 “I know, but there is one thing that really bothers me.  I just can’t understand what any citizen of Forest Park would want with trinkets.  But Sally has something special that the rest of us don’t.”

 “Just what do you mean?  What is it?”

“Ranger Bob said that the opossum is a marsupial, the only one in the forest.  That means she has a pouch or pocket.  Perhaps she likes to fill it with stuff she gets from the campers.  If you had a pocket, wouldn’t you want things to put inside it?”

 “I suppose.  I hadn’t really thought about it before, but it does kind of make sense.  Let’s go ask her.”

 *****

When they found Sally she was laying on her back in the middle of a path with her legs stiff and sticking straight up into the air.

 “What on earth are you doing?”  Parker asked her.

“Hush!  Go away.  Can’t you see I am busy?”

 “Busy doing what?”

 “Well what do you think?  I am practicing playing dead.  That is what opossums are supposed to do so other animals will lose interest in us and not eat us. “

 “I thought all you folks do is hang upside down from trees,” said Parker.

 “No!  That is not true at all.  Someone made that story up a long time ago before I was ever born, just because we have a prehensile tale.  That means we can use it to grasp things like branches and to carry nesting materials.  We also are able to use our hind feet the same way because we have opposable thumbs, like humans.”

 Roger and parker exchanged looks that might have said, “Looks like we have our culprit.”

 “Oh, I see,” said Parker.  “So is that why you steal trinkets from the human campers, to carry them in your pocket and perhaps wear the rings on your toes?”

 “OH! My goodness, no,” she said.  “I carry my babies in my pouch until they grow large enough to ride on my back or go out on their own.   See.”

 She showed off her tiny pink babies inside her pouch.  They were so small that  a dozen would fit into a single teaspoon.

 “They will grow fast,” she added.  “There is no room for junk or litter inside my children’s bed and I need my feet for holding onto branches.”

 Once more Parker felt ashamed and embarrassed for misjudging one of his friends.

 “I’m sorry, Sally,” he said.  He explained why it was important to find out who was stealing from the campers and stop them.

 “I understand,” she said.  “I would love to help you look, but I have to practice playing dead.”

  *****

 Together Parker and Roger visited Mrs. Cottontail, Mr. Bullfrog, and Freddy Cricket.  Each one in turn was able to show how they could not be the robber.  So they parted to each go their own way.  Parker returned to the Ranger station and just as he crawled inside Ranger Bob’s office he heard a disturbance under the desk.  Ranger Bob had left the office for the night.                                                                                          

“Who’s there?”  Parker called.

 “Why it’s just me.  May I ask who wants to know?”  The voice was throaty and new to Parker.

 “I am Parker Squirrel, the guardian of Forest Park.  What are you doing here?  Come out in the open so I can see who you are.”

 “Okay but let me lay down this silver dollar first.  It is pretty heavy.”

 “Where did you get the silver dollar?”  Parker asked.  “And what are you doing with it?”

 “Why, I’m laying it down, like I said.  I don’t remember where I got it though.  I took it from my nest tonight to make room for new nesting material.  I think this key would look good in my nest, don’t you?”

 “You still haven’t told me who you are,” said Parker.  “I don’t think we’ve met.”

 “Oh, I’m new here.  My name is Packy Packrat.  My family and I just moved to Forest Park a few weeks ago.  I heard about you already Parker.  Everyone is fond or you here and you have a good reputation.”

 “Well why are you taking things from the campers?”  Parker asked.  “Don’t you understand that they will quit coming.  They are already starting to say Forest Park is haunted.”

 “No.  I didn’t know that.  We pack rats build our nests with sticks and shinny things we find.    Sometimes when we are searching for food at night we find things we want for our nest and we will drop what we are carrying and trade it for the new item.  It has always been our way.”

 “Well, that is an interesting bit of new information for me,” said Parker.  “Is there some way I can get you not to take things from the campers?”

 ”Don’t worry about it now that we know.  We particularly like shiny items, and are famous with some people for exchanging jewelry for stones.  From now on we will try to be more careful what we take;  but I have to warn you, occasionally one of us might forget.”

 “Well, now that I understand, I might be able to close my eyes to an occasional slip-up,” smiled Parker.   And he went to sleep that night feeling warm and happy that he had learned more about his home in the park  and had also  made a new friend.

 The end

 

 

 


The Ghostly Thief of Forest Park.

by Londis Carpenter

thanks for the invite -- i'll try to write something as soon as i get the time!

i'll try to make time and see what i can do...

It seems you got alot of supporters for your projects and I'm very honored to be invited. But Unfortunatly I've got a lot of things going on right now and I'm afraid I have to decline. Thanks!

ill try my best thankx for the invite

thanks for the invite oh so new to this and would not want to muck anything up

This may be much fun.

i'll see what i can do.
thanks for the invite :)

thanks 4 th3 invit3! sorri i couldn't spread my blessings on this proj3ct (LOL) but i hav3 b33n sooooo lik3 busii. happi b3lat3d thanks giving

thanks fir the invite

Happy thanks giving

Thank you for the invite, although i have a lot going on right now so i haven't had the chance to check in like i should. happy thanksgiving!

thanks for the invite, i will try but imay not have the time because i am witing my first book and it means a lot to me. i do not want to mess it up:-)

Thanks for the invite, but I have to much on my plate now.

Thank you for inviting me to join in these two projects, but I am already involved in all the projects that I can handle for now.

Thank you for the invite, my friend, I only hope I can fill the shoes that lay at my feet waiting for me to put them on!  ;p;
anitalite ;-)_

Thank You !
I appreciate the offer and I accept.

David Bear Caldera

Thank you so much naiveandwitty for inviting me to wotk on your projects. I was new to WB and you brought me in. Thank you man.

Once again it is my pleasure to add to a body of works that is by your inspiration and abounding energy.  I have found a friend in pen indeed. Thank you for your invitation to join you in this  new effort.

xinfinity! the next vote is in 3-4 months. as for pages, the number that you see at the bottom of the page as the project is  opening up, does not correspond to the actual number of poems and short stories that have actually been submitted to the project in question. nevertheless, i personally believe that 200-300 submissions to a project is more than enough.

so ... is there a deadline for this project? and i would do a short story (me and poetry do NOT mix well) so is there a limit to number of pages?

LuLubelle... Indeed! I would like for people to put their biological name on their work. Unless, it is the case that they wish to be reconized merely by their penname, and/or, a pseudo name.

Thank you for the invitation to add my two cents.  I hope I do your work some justice.  I am always ready to step into a new writing project.

I am still new to WeBook, so would like to scout around more before putting my feet in the water.  Thanks for your invite and I will keep it open for the time being.
CallumC

This may be a Silly question but when You say please  put your name on your work .do You mean in the entry of it.. aside from it saying our Penname? Ex. "Title" by FIrst, Last.. something to that affect?