Townhome Poems - Poems about Townhome

...Huge fluffy clouds began to form over Sanibel Island as the salted gulf splashed against the rocks around the lighthouse coastal waters rose up as a calming coolness carried this gentle warm ......Read the rest...

...CRISIS TEAM : HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP AGENT BROWN: I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT IN TOTAL FEAR FOR MY SAFETY AFTER WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FEARING FOR MINE AND MY CHILDREN LIVES ......Read the rest...

...After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins str......Read the rest...

...She entered the parking lot of my townhome devastated I was after several home invasion my stalker an accomplice after the fact of arson murderer of eight Ciro Gargano the sheer reason the FBI......Read the rest...

...There was no easy day going under cover with four kids riding along with the FBI supervisor I was just a young mother of four actually expecting again seven months pregnant the FBI installed wi......Read the rest...

...I didn't know him as a serial not exactly at least not at first even though I'd overheard the plotting of arson from a dim lit restroom searching for tissue only to find several guns rifles gr......Read the rest...

...It had begun again the terrorist threats at first right at the height of my writers block leaving beautiful gems surfaced from my minds eye that was when the head lights parked baring strange......Read the rest...

...It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold civil rights riots plagued my little brown mind sir......Read the rest...

...She'd entered my dwelling, my stalker a complete fatal attraction, mimicking my every move, simply distraught I was ,who could this intruder be, ripping pages on my Elliot Ness desk, pages I'd writte......Read the rest...

...once i was a prisoner of self degradation at one time i was in denial of my own poisonous self it took you and a hammer to the head from God to bring me back to my senses now i am so centered i ca......Read the rest...

...she beckoned my soul i sat in fear nothing to focus on except writing a tear she busted through the window to her surprise sitting with me was st john paull 11 suddenly this opened her eyes......Read the rest...