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The first and only piece which I was asked to write. A friend asked me write a piece for a young married couple who was a friend of hers who young baby had recently died. As she talked of what she wanted to do at the service we both found her standing in front of the church overlooking the entire congregation and not a single eye was dry. The piece took over 20 mintes to finish. The longest piece I have ever written in the shortest amount of time. [142 words]
NAME: KVillekidd PEN NAME: KVillekidd BORN: August 31, 1959 PLACE: Kirbyville, Texas PARENTS OF REALITY: Lawrence & Ruth Anna Mitchell-Lewis PARENTS BY BIRTH: George Bullock & Mary Anna Lewis-Bullock EDUCATION: Kirbyville High School, Houston Community College OCCUPATION: Marketing, Promotions, and Public Relations MEMBERSHIPS: Founding Member of Houston Music Council Houston Area League of PC Users The Manuscriptors Guild HONORS: Who's Who Among American High School Students WRITINGS: “Ain't What It Use 2 Be" included in the anthology Poetry: An American Heritage published by the Western Poetry Association (1994). "Its Been Said..." and "People Use 2 Say..." published in the anthology Dark Side of The Moon (1994). “Without All The Bother” included in the anthology A Palette of Life. Published by The International Poetry Society, 1999. PERSONAL NOTE: To continue to create, develop and form words in a manner, which will transfer ideologies of togetherness through the assemblage of those words; not for today, but for tomorrow and the future.
ADDRESS: 6161 Rims, # 200, Houston, Texas 77036
I am currently living in Houston, Texas. Continuing to write and read of the great poets and literary artists such as Walter Mosley, Ronsard, Richard Howard, Arthur Rimbaud, Lucille Clifton, Elizabeth Bishop, Richard Wilbur, Reginald Shepherd and Sharon Olds.
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (2) Nature Of Man (Poetry) What happens when we loose touch with the human side of life and each other. [97 words] With Eyes Open (Poetry) A piece written during a time when I wondered as to why people still consider slavery to be a time of now. Seems that at some point in life, especially now that so many of us are multi-heritaged that... [150 words]
My Child Dwight Bullock
How sweet the words sound As they fall from ones lips Not to have time to understand The shortness, which comes into play When one begins to speak the two words My child...
How could the one called Father? Be so unforgiven...so unkind Is it simply that life has forsaken The love this life brought into this home Given by the one we called from birth... My child...
How could life hold such unpleasantries? Feeling which many have shared Even now...when all have shared the same Have brought forth no answers Only more questions...like we have of... My child...
How could others know the feelings? Which flows at rapid speeds Through ones every thought With only the light to guide us And only the memories of the beginning of My child...
How could one continue to live life? When life has been ripped from within Leaving a shell whose spirit has risen To the heavens and hands of God Memories...nothing more than dreams of... My child...
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