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SYMPHONY OF SOUL
Welcome to my 48th Book, SYMPHONY OF SOUL. If you write the songs from your true heart; if you listen to the music radiating from your core being, you will then know the CENTERFOLD of the Symphony of Soul.
THE SOFT AND THE WHISPERING
Award-Winning Author Susan Joyner-Stumpf presents her 44th book, THE SOFT AND THE WHISPERING. She hopes to expose (at least in Some of the poems), a softer side to her usual darker writings. The Journey of life has taught Susan that there is softness in a hard world If one looks for it. She has found it in animals, nature and the love of Family and friends. May you too, find the softer things in life that Whisper . . .
OUR SOULS KEEP
When stars collide, they can create the most beautiful music poetry has to offer follow the continuing journey of two of those stars who found Love and SISTERHOOD in a world where a falling star can also be a RISING star of true friendship at its cosmic best.
THE GRACE OF DAWN (Wings of Light)
MAY THE GRACE OF DAWN WRAP THE MUSE OF YOUR SOUL WITH WINGS OF LIGHT. DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD AND SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF.
WE DON'T STAY DIAMONDS FOREVER
We don't stay Diamonds Forever; Shine where you can. Love when you can. Share always, don't keep it inside, you can't take it with you, leave it behind for others to carry the diamonds inside their Soul to give to others. WE DON'T STAY DIAMONDS FOREVER
ECHOES ACROSS THE SKIN OF TIME
A special book with not only my own poems, but featured authors who have written poems FOR me, WITH me, and poems I've written for THEM. This book is my 47th published book and I'm proud that these other authors share my words and they share theirs. Love and Light to All !!!
SILHOUETTES OF FIRE
We are ONENESS, rising in our Soul's Apocalypse, revoluationizing Our dreams, ever higher!!! We are silhouettes in covert Of our flesh attire. Welcome to the fire.
DAWN IN THE SHAPELESS AIR
I fold into the allegory Horizon centrifuge Erasing dreams along The star-trail My skin a metaphor To the flesh of tears and ink Into Indigo Blue I reach out Pink fingers looking For your heart Across the Dawn in the shapeless air . . .
