James M Zealy, Jr[kzealy]

City of Residence: winston salem, NC 27116
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Her Tree :
Poetry 2011-12-12 (4233 hits)

Lotus Blooms : He Died too soon, but he is always with her, a part of her forever more.
Poetry 2011-06-13 (3838 hits)

Sea Oat Medallions : Picking a path to go is half the battle.
Poetry 2011-06-07 (3196 hits)

There is Only One Marilyn : Everyone has a "Marilyn"
Poetry 2011-06-06 (2025 hits)

Divine Wind : Japan has always been a resiliant country
Poetry 2011-06-06 (2223 hits)

Mystery Smile : Somtimes a Smile is not all it seems
Poetry 2010-08-30 (1821 hits)

The Seed You Plant Is The Seed You Grow :
Poetry 2010-08-29 (3073 hits)

Love Notes : Love knows no rules, it finds its own way.
Poetry 2010-08-29 (2267 hits)

I am your Wave you are My Shore :
Poetry 2010-08-29 (2308 hits)

Roses On The Hill : Its The Simple Things
Poetry 2010-08-27 (2249 hits)

State Of Mind :
Poetry 2010-08-26 (4788 hits)

At The Steps Of Eden :
Poetry 2010-08-25 (2536 hits)

Wildflower : Untamed and Natural is what she is meant to be.
Poetry 2010-08-25 (2271 hits)

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Biography James M Zealy, Jr

I am an It professional who discovered poetry late in life. I have been writing for about 15 years, now. I write to express what I have trouble saying verbally. I write about family, people I observe, or events that affect my life in some way.

My writing reflects what I have felt, observed or experienced. I am not compelled to write about things for which I have no relevant experience.

I am posting poems that I wrote most recently, that reflect realizations I have had that all is not what it seems, that age is a mark on the calendar and does not define creativity or passions. I realized that feelings of love or affection have no standard or consistent point of reference, and it always surprises you when it manifests itself.

I hope those of you that choose to read what I write, enjoy my journey of words and stories.