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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on September 27, 2009 at 12:55pm —
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A message to all members of We Are Creative People
hello,
I just received this warning from Better World ning that I am sending out to warn you. please be aware of any of attachments come from unfamiliar individual and organization.
Anyone-using Internet mail such as Yahoo, Hotmail, AOL and so on.
This information arrived this morning, Direct from both Microsoft and Norton
Please send it to everybody you know who has Access to the Internet..
You may receive an apparently harmless e-mail tit…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on September 23, 2009 at 9:41pm —
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I listen to your love carefully
when your heart speaks softly to mine
Like virgin snow untouched by
the footprints of man or beast
so innocent
Copyright Quinton Veal 2009
all rights reserved
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on September 20, 2009 at 4:00pm —
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DID LEGENDARY MAGICIAN BLACK HERMAN PROPHECY THE COMING OF THE GREAT DEPRESSION AND DID HIS
GREAT NEPHEW FORSEE THE GREAT RECESSION THAT WE ARE IN TODAY! JUST ONE OF THE CONTENTIONS BY AUTHOR GEORGE PATTON IN THIS HISTORICAL ROMANCE DRAMA: BLACK JACK! IN A NEW TAKE ON THE
LEGEND AND THE EXTENT OF HIS OCCULT POWERS: [ WHILE IT CAN NEVER BE CERTAIN THE EXTENT OF HIS
OCCULT LEANINGS (MUCH REMAINS OPEN TO CONJECTURE)]; IT IS ALMOST A FOREGONE CONCLUSION THAT IT WAS HERMAN WHO INTRODUCED ZORA NEAL HU…
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Added by george patton on September 14, 2009 at 4:05pm —
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Moonlit dreams
as smooth as silk
touching you with
warm massaging hands
baby, you belong to me only
your body's design
Like a curvaceous country road
Lips flavorful
juices sweet
Like mango juice
My heart is captive
hold me
Copyright 2009 Quinton Veal all rights reserved
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on September 7, 2009 at 7:30pm —
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Chapter 1: The Eve Syndrome
"i found god in myself and i loved her fiercely." Ntzozake Shrange For Colored Girls…
Here we are in ancient Western Civilization. It is here, in the early church that the mythology of our church began: imagery that became fantasy in TV, films and music. It is here that the myth of woman as doppelganger began: the janus-headed bitch goddess of modern media. The myth of woman as bitch-goddess or as virgin-whore is both sexist and racist. Thus is distorts the i…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on September 6, 2009 at 5:30pm —
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"It is the year of our one, 2587 ... in the great city-state of Topaz. Karla and Joseph escape from the soulless Tehotep through a mystic wormhole summoned by the Guardian Opal, and find themselves 400 years in the past. It is The Time of Legend.
Immortal II is a whirlwind of mysticism, intrigue, and horror. Its characters are deep and…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on June 28, 2009 at 10:52am —
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When you have a moment to spare I just want to suddenly kiss you -- Caress your body give you what makes you smile all day
pleasing you and massaging you with care all night long...
As passion's fire grows out of control only my heart can start and finish every fantasy you and I want to come true.
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on June 28, 2009 at 10:30am —
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Sweet Thing
Your dark brown eyes are forever beautiful getting lost in them happens to me every time. Just a hug and kiss will settle all of your needs of me passionately whispering in your ear and taking your earlobes as I softly play with them in between my lips. Moving my lips to the back of your neck slipping away both sides of your bra straps draped around your shoulders for support of your heavenly chest. Feel as my lips enjoy going down the middle of your back as my tongue tickles...at…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on June 27, 2009 at 2:17pm —
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Annabelle wanted to touch him. So used to taking whatever she wanted, she was moved when *** shyly pulled her closer… He molded his body to hers, his breathing echoing her own: ragged and harsh.
“Let’s go outside,” he whispered. The Indigo woman let him lead her one block away into an alleyway. She threw her arms about his neck…and their tongues danced... (censored)
Annabelle lifted one leg to curl around him…she was giving of herself with no quarter -- tossing care to the wind. What spell ha…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on June 27, 2009 at 2:14pm —
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on May 31, 2009 at 8:00am —
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After savoring the latest issue of PurpleMag, #7, I decided to examine the feelings that crept over me while reading. Was it just elation that I, Valjeanne Jeffers, was featured in a magazine I so thoroughly admire. Oh, most definitely.
As I read the interview with science fiction author Cailloux Williams, the poetry of Min, an article…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on April 25, 2009 at 3:55pm —
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Let my breath
wash your broad face
pool in your sepia collarbone
anoint your bread
As you taste
catch the crumbled pieces
mixed with tears
hold them tight
in your calloused palms
vows and roads
are etched in water
I float
‘neath southern moons
in your embrace
murmur lust’s syrup and life
near my heartbeat
and I’ll crone swollen,
dripping peaches
sing forever to your soul
And let our cry be ripened by
the dark Mississippi…
My Man of rivers
Copyright Valjeanne Jeffers 2009 all rights reserve…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on April 15, 2009 at 9:00pm —
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Dressed in breeches and sandals, Joie rode through the forest of his ancestors. The illuminae filtered through the trees, sketching filigrees in the mulch below.
The warrior was tall, with reddish brown skin, almond eyes and high cheekbones. Jet black hair hung loosely about his shoulders. Silver and turquoise rings dangled from his ears and wrists.
Joie was half asleep, his muscular thighs loosely gripping the mare’s flanks, for she knew the way to their favorite stream better than he did. They…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on March 2, 2009 at 10:30am —
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Annabelle stood before the mirror and waved her hand over it. Instantly, Sonya’s bedroom appeared. Nothing had been touched. And even though it was morning, on the other side of the glass it remained dark and silent.
“It’s a trick,” Sonya whispered, her eyes still on the mirror. “You tricking me.”
“You know I’m not,” Annabelle replied solemnly. “In your heart you know I’m telling the truth. Now if you wanna leave you can,” she waved her arm expansively, “and miss out on all this. Everybody been…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on February 28, 2009 at 10:06pm —
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Added by Bill on December 23, 2008 at 12:00am —
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It was 12:00 and the illuminae was shinning down upon Fisherman’s Alley, in the distance Topaz Bay glimmered beneath its rays. Citizens had to walk to the ocean’s edge to see the islets of slimy pollution floating atop its waves, and the twisted artillery resting at its bottom.
Bars and rest houses dotted the street but out of the seventeen buildings that lined Fisherman’s Alley, ten were boarded up.
In the year of our One 2875 Topaz was at war.
Five years ago Guinsula, Topaz’s eastern neighbor,…
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Added by Valjeanne Jeffers on December 21, 2008 at 10:12pm —
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a Holiday Poem . . .
here we are once again
at the Christmas time of year
having reason to celebrate
and embrace our Holiday cheer
have we lost the meaning
i think not my hear…
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Added by Bill on December 21, 2008 at 6:34pm —
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