You are the Lover of my soul
the keeper of my heart
you hold the keys to both my heart and soul
I gave my keys to you to keep close and never let go
my love you are my world and my everything
you are the love of my life
the one I adore deeply
the keeper of keys of my heart
my sweet you are the one I Love deeply with all my heart an soul
YOU are my everything!
Copyright © Brian Baskin | Year Posted 2007
Life is a many things
Sometimes life is a dark tunnel,
But every tunnel has a light at the end
I will be your lantern to guide the way
Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness
Life is a giant battle.
I will be your shield and spear
Your spear to pierce through the horrible people
Who want to harm you,
Your shield to protect you
From the battles you cannot win your self
life is many things my dear
But I am here,
For you to use, to cherish, and love.
Life is many things my dear.
But you are not alone.
I am here.
Copyright © Trevor Bain | Year Posted 2012
If the world were full of hippies
there'd be nothing left to prove
except peace and understanding
and a little bit of groove
Noone would be homeless
Like many live today
We'd build beautiful communes
where anyone could stay
Together we'd make music
to the beat of mother earth
there'd be no fighting or war
Everyone sharing equal worth
We'd grow our own vegetables
and create trinkets to sell
We'd open up our minds
break free from our shell
Every colour and every race
would teach one another
we'd become a united family
every sister, every brother
We'd bless all gods creatures
show respect for the land
Give free hugs to everyone
openminded to understand
Nature would speak to us
Our world would become one
with peace and understanding
and a little bit of fun
Copyright © Rachel-erika Henderson | Year Posted 2012
Rainy day here
in the city
Cooling us down from
The steam from
cease to rise
Summertime is drawing to an end
Cooler winds will soon prevail
The time of firecrackers, and lazy beach days
will soon make way for the time for football
and the high holidays
Soon the forest will
be ablaze with red and gold colors
Autumn is approaching
Time continues its relentless onslaught
The years are not always kind
Yet I look forward to autumn
In autumn light life becomes
The autumn breezes
will blow away sorrow and pain
The autumn sun
will shine down
and with it happiness
will return to the land
Life is often bittersweet
Yet, if we take our time
We can enjoy the
beginning of autumn
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015
As I look into your beautiful eyes,I see the world as i hope to see it
and that is as beautiful as your wonderful eyes are
with the holiness and glory of the Lord flowing around
with the Lord watching down on us
going through life together forever praising
Him in your beautiful eyes!
Copyright © Brian Baskin | Year Posted 2006
Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007
The first time I met you I will never forget,
I fell in love with you the moment our eyes met,
In December that year it was the best day of my life,
when we took our vow's and you made me your wife.
We didn't get engaged,
we didn't need that kind of thing
and 20yrs later you bought me a ring,
When I opened that present what a surprise
I've got to admit it bought tears to my eyes.
Two wonderful children,
a girl and a boy.
Over the years there's been laughter and joy,
there's been times that we'd fight and argue it out,
but our love for each other was never in doubt.
For 25yrs we have been blessed
with much love and happiness,
and now to make our lives complete
three wonderful grandchildren for us to treat.
Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah
Copyright © Anthony Edmond | Year Posted 2007
On sunlit wings
High above the earth,
in the realm of spiritual beings
and cool streams
I live my dreams
I live my emotions
I am but a feather,
beginning to fly
Clouds of purest snow
I passed below
in the blue
You could have it too
Come up if you may
Circles of eagles,
in the blue
You are all with me too
clouds of purest snow
Together we flew
in such golden light
Circles of eagles,
above clouds of purest white
The higher I flew
I met people I lost too
Circles of eagles
High in the light
A spiritual place,
in golden light
Circles of eagles,
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.
(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.
(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.
(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.
(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013
Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid de band
Dance wid de band in de Highlands
Backyard jig good fer de ole soul
Tickle mi nose with yu gold locks
Tigether wi bade ead to toe’s sole
Call Fionn mi Luve with his jug
Nice poems he read at de gate
Summon the Clooties with a mug
Aye, they will cum and bles dis date
We’ll sail de river on Loch Ness
Kelpies will protect our flanks
Goddess Scotia says we bless
Oh mi chamin' sweet Sidhe, tanks
Aye! Mi sweet luve; Boobrie will fly
He will fetch up the Salmon Ring
And a knot cross de land we tye
Red Caps our guard til cum de spring
Then wid haggis and drinks mi luve
Goddesses'pipes blow dem great songs
In the grey mist we skip and dance
Then like Boobrie we fly with doves
Scottish Mythical Legends:
1. Fionn is a Scottish magician, warrior and poet
2. Clootie is a Scottish name for the devil. The name originated from the word cloot, which
mean a division in the cleft hoof of an animal.
3. Kelpie is a Scottish water devil who lurks in lakes and rivers and drowns its victims.
4. Scotia is a goddess normally portrayed as an old hag with the tusks of a wild boar
5. Sidhe (Shee) is the Gaelic name for fairies in the Highlands of Scotland and also Ireland.
6. Boodrie is a wonderful water-bird from the Highlands. It haunts and protects the lakes
7. Red Cap is a sort of short, stocky old guy with long gray hair and claws instead of hands
and fingers. He lives on the Scottish border and guard the ancient ruins of castles
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
(( feel free to add a line** in my comment box... ))
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one,
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!
Copyright © Jason Fisher | Year Posted 2013
by: Eric L. Boddie
With the first lick, your toes curl
And the eighth lick rocks your world
Then the twentieth lick makes your head twirl
But with the forty-first lick, your entire body will unfurl
Then the sixty-fourth lick will make you value my tongue as a pearl
And the last lick will make you want to be my girl
But that first stroke will make you see the light
And the eighth stroke will further moisten your delight
But the sixteenth stroke will make it less than tight
Then the thirty-third stroke will make you want it all night
And the fifty-first stroke will make you scream my name
And the sixty-fourth stroke will probably equal the number of times you came
Then the seventy-fifth stroke will make you give me fame
And the eighty-eighth stroke will make you forget the pain
With the ninety-eighth stroke, you’ll pray it never ends
And the one hundred eighth stroke will make you want to tell a friend
Then the one hundred forty-third stroke will make you want it to end
But the one hundred forty-forth stroke will make you want to keep it in
But the two hundred eighth stroke is when I really begin
And with the final stroke, you’ll want to do it all again
Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015
My Husband is the man of my dreams, my fantasies, and so much more. He can take my breath away with just a whisper of things to come. I can’t help but look at him and think my husband; the man of my life, forever mine.
My husband looks and acts professional as he lectures to a large group of people. They seem to linger on his every word learning as much as possible in the allotted time with him. He is smart and well-dressed but underneath a wild side that I know so well is there waiting to come out.
My husband playing while kayaking; splashing like only best friends and lovers would do. A kid at heart he shares his lunch and takes pictures to show his friends. He wants the world to know how fun it was and we plan to go again. So proud am I of my husband, best friend, and lover.
My husband has helped so many of my dreams come true. If you can dream it, then you can do it he would say. As frustration came, he my husband and fantasy would rescue me. My husband set my dreams soaring high as together we found a place the world could never touch us!
My husband is my soul mate and so much more that words can’t describe. Nothing can take him from me; for out of my dreams and into my life made special for me, my husband is everything I could ever want or need. Drawn to him somehow night and day our hearts beat as one. Together nothing is impossible as we share a love and bond that not even in death will we part. Our souls will hold one another forever!
Copyright © Debbie Knapp | Year Posted 2013
I conceived you in my mind.
I carried you around in the depth of my heart.
sitting under the tree of life,
I heard your song,my unborn child.I sang
it while I waited. I sang it while I waited.
I told your father of the song-
our child will sing.
He danced in morning glory,
he dance in morning glory.
I danced with your father
and he place you in my womb,
he placed you in my womb-
As we sang the tune;
We knew you'd be here soon.
I nurtured in my womb
-I nurtured in my womb.
And on the day that you came-
We were all familiar with your song
the day you arrived,
We all knew your song and sang,
your lovely song and sang.. you are alive.
We rejoiced in your song.
You grew up to be strong,
and when you did wrong,
we'd correct you with your song.
We'd caressed -with your song.
All the days of your life;
You shined our eyes with Joy.
When you returned
to where children come from;
Your life had been long.
The words to your song...lingered on.
We are now all gone;
But your song still remains.
From birth -
Your song still remains...
with those left on earth.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
love is the first point of HAPPY.
love is the first step to HEAVEN.
love is the first line of the HEART GARDEN.
love is the first day of the PEACE.
love is the first relation of OURSELVES.
love is the first person of our LIFE.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.....
ITS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING.
spread the LOVE. at last,
love will be the last point of your FAMILY.
that is LOVE.
LOVE the LOVE.
LIFE WILL BE GREAT.
Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014
I wanted to put myself in a space occupied by happiness
Sweet embrace of the breeze felt in the sea side of Pahut Bongao near Sanga-sanga
Everyone is happy doing the ritual of Panulak Bala’
The month to throw misfortunes that Tausug believed
Beach full of dancing waves from the sea
Never limit the horizon of falling leaves of trees
2 January 2013
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013
Survey Of A Happy
The question I was
The couple answered;
It is fun and
it's giving and
It is easy to
if you know the
It is hushed kisses,
that induce deep-
it is pillow talk
and long walks-
A blood rush to
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.
And for our,
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
presence of their
Enduring and over-
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
and sink holes...
We who know,know
the value of
Also we see the
We knew how to live
we knew love then
and shall, in the
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
Green lush of green
lush green is green
a leaf of language
a branch of word
a flagstone steps
Heart of the earth is free,
fine arts literature
Green is nature
clarity of thinking
for the future!
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
Cut out from the rest, feeling so left out
I lay my head on my hands and sigh:
Why did things have to happen this way
Why is it that I was denied?
Denied the basic friendship,
A meager ounce of which could help,
To grow in thought, deed, word and spirit,
To help strengthen myself.
Why is it that I feel the need,
To sit in the corner and cry?
The cold creeps in and I’m overcome
By the darkness and void of the night.
I lift my head and open my eyes,
The tears they blur my sight,
And through hazed vision I notice a single star,
A lone beacon in the sky.
The clouds they part and a million other stars
Come out from hidden slumber;
They join with that single star to make
The glow in the night sky brighter.
Combined with the light of the great white moon,
They light up the earth below.
Their twinkle and their glimmer reflects on the pool,
Of tears lying on the floor.
Suddenly the truth hits me:
My life was playing right before me!
I realize that soon the time would come
When I would not be lonely.
That there would come a day when I wouldn’t have to weep
In self pity and dismay;
That the clouds of hate and bitterness
Would one day roll away.
That the love and friendship I duly deserve
Would fall like summer rain
Refreshing my soul and replenishing my spirit
Making me whole again.
Yet till that day I have to wait
And learn to shine on my own.
So for now I stand up and wipe away my tears;
My spirit no longer forlorn.
Copyright © Samuel John | Year Posted 2010
I have lived,
And felt the cost,
Paid my dues,
But I have lost_ You.
Still I pray,
As chaos looms,
And as my blue turns into grey,
The angels sing- In tune.
Don't be giving in,
Don't give up my son,
Or fade away,
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise,
With this new day!.
I have lived,
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways,
I've paid my dues,
I - Have lost you.
I can hear the angels sing,
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth,
As the grey seeks out the blue,
She will__ Your daughter my son---
She will return--- To You.
For I have lived,
Felt the cost of all my walkin days,
I've paid my dues,
I- Lost you....
I wont be giving in,
Won't give up my girl,
Or fade away,
I'll lift my chin with the sun---
With this new day...
Copyright © Ryan Harris | Year Posted 2014
I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow
He may still be sitting in the church he loved.
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....
Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012
Chills of comfort
as smooth as skin
grazing grey stones.
In the next room-
technology is hard at work
while the guitar gently rifts.
Harsh winds are whipping,
we are lying
above a pale yellow floor
across a hazy tundra.
Copyright © Katelyn Dobbs | Year Posted 2012
Priceless gifts, priceless times with those you love,
What comes to mind when you think of those two phrases?
Is it spending time on cell phones, computer, I pad?
If it is, then that's too bad,
Because you are truly missing out on very precious times,
Hearing the birds sing, a eagle, a hawk soaring above,
Fresh cut grass smell, kids playing in the park, mom's pushing their loved ones in the swing,
Stopping to see a monarch butterfly flying by, landing on some milkweed plant, just to say hi.
Precious gifts come on many shapes and forms, they aren't around too long, take time to play with your children, talk to them, No matter how old they are, they came from you, just because you cut the physical cord at birth, doesn't mean they aren't without your love, your arms around them, they still need your time, your shoulder to cry on.
Time is lost, love, teachings, nurturing, hugs are lost,
Those things don't cost a cent, yet they are forever heartfelt,
Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone, don't wait til another time is free, whatever is keeping you from connecting with your loved ones, it doesn't compare with making your child smile, laugh, giggle, love is forever, money is lost, love your children today, now, take that walk, hold that hand, they will fill your heart to the brim, and that is something that you will never lose, and much more meaningful than a wallet full of money will ever show off..
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015
I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby...
You are my...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE
Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013
Only as a friend,
I thought you stood by me...
I walked around blind,
because i could not see...
You were my knight and shining armor,
my friend so dear and true...
You gave me hope,
when i was sad and blue...
Only I not to realize,
what you really meant...
Until that winter day,
when that text to you i sent...
Looking past the imperfections,
I told you with my life i have to do...
So you told amazing stories,
and said that i was amazing too...
I thought if only you would realize,
we are friends and nothing more...
Now it is I who understands,
its you who I adored...
Dec. 18. 2011
Copyright © Dont GiveIn | Year Posted 2012
My favorite indulgence may sound strange to you,
But it is something relaxing I enjoy to do.
You may be wondering what could it be,
I'll give you a hint, no one else is involved, only me.
Odd as it may seem that it's a fun thing for one,
But i go in the shower and think of the sun.
I feel the hot water on my skin and face,
The feeling of purity is a something I will always embrace.
The water runs down my back and through my hair,
I love this feeling and it's something I won't share.
It rids me of the fast paced day that I had,
And I always feel happy, never sad.
When my indulgence is over and my shower is though,
Nothing can bring me down or make me feel blue.
This is my secret that makes me smile,
You should try it sometime, just for a quick while.
By: Debra Baviello
Date: January 27, 2015
Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015
Signs in the well worn path
led us to
the dark angel side of forever
If 'you feel like watching as dawn become electric
follow us towards the shining signs of reality
Did you not know
that eyes which have seen sorrow
may soon fill with tears
Yes, and the masters] know
that reality is malleable.
are you ready to face the truth?
and are you ready to feel the joy which is coming your way?
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015
Oh Paper Clip, Dear Paper Clip
let me always sing your praises!
You keep my pages held tight
without the violence of stapling
and yet your grip is so gentle as
to release a sheet without a blemish.
When the project in your care concludes
you go back into the desk desk drawer
with nary a complaint or a quibble
and fall back into the stiff routine
of anticipating the next chance
to make yourself useful.
You are so loyal and understanding
that even when I ask you to be
a hanger of christmas ornaments
you immediately bend to the task.
You don't even mind
when I straighten you out
and use you like a toothpick.
You remain the consummate aide
through both thick reams and thin.
You have won my heart
you little metallic angel
and if Mother approves
I have every intention
of making you an honest binder.
Copyright © Roy Batts | Year Posted 2013