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An inspirational affordable Christmas gift is just a click away!

2011-12-11T16:10:00.000-08:00

E-BOOKS

An inspirational affordable Christmas gift is just a click away!

The Inspirational Saga Nazareth Heights and Spiritual Eyes are now available on Kindle, Nook, Sony, and most e-reader apps!

An ebook is a book in electronic format, and downloaded to a computer, PC, Mac, laptop, PDA or any other kind of computer. E-books can have numbered pages, table of contents, pictures and graphics, exactly like a printed book.

E-books are very simple and easy to purchase and can be download through the Internet. After download you don't have to be connected to the Internet in order to read the ebook. You can stay offline. If you wish to have it printed, it is very easy. Just click on the print button in the ebook, to print it with your home printer.

E-books are the new and exciting way to continue to enjoy a wonderful read at your convenience in the 21st century! Just click on the links below and experience the inspirational series "Nazareth Heights" and "Spiritual Eyes" within an instant.

"Spiritual Eyes" http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/90036

"Nazareth Heights Book 1" http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/89979

"Nazareth Heights Book 2" http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/90010

Best-Selling Author Tia McCollors

2011-07-13T16:12:00.000-07:00

Tia McCollors is a Best- Selling novelist of Christian Fiction for women. Tia McCollors’ debut novel became an Essence Bestseller. “Heart of Devotion” was preceded by “Zora’s Cry” and the “The Truth About Love.” Her latest novel “The Last Woman Standing” continues to uplift and inspire her reading audience.

Tia McCollors worked as a public relations professional before she transitioned to becoming a Best-Selling novelist. Her life became completely enriched the day she became a full-time inspirational novelist. Tia McCollors has mastered the art of combining faith and fiction within her inspirational stories. In addition to becoming an author she is a motivational speaker and a writing instructor for writer’s workshops across the country. Tia McCollors is also founder of Anointed Authors On Tour; together the authors tour the country inspiring their reading audience with exciting faith-based fiction.

Author Tia McCollors now resides in Atlanta with her husband and two children.
Author Tia McCollors’ books can be purchased on Amazon, e-books, or at your local book store.

Ebb & Flow Presents Author Christa Ann Banister

2011-04-28T12:05:00.000-07:00

Okay, I'll confess. I will be the first to admit that I like a good Chick Lit novel. No, its not Tolstoy's "War and Peace". You don't have to analyze and go to a deeper place to figure out the meaning of the story. Chick Lit novels are just a great and fun read. And with all the stress life is guaranteed to bring, it is just nice to escape from your responsibilities for a couple of hours.

There is nothing like curling up on the couch and cracking open a good Chick Lit novel. Its like having a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream and piece of chocolate brownie on the weekends; after you have been on a strict diet of water and salad all week. Chick Lit posses all the elements that a self- professed girly -girl like me really likes. The fundamentals of romance, comedy, a bit of drama, and just the randomness of being a modern woman, all spring to life in a good Chic Lit story.

I could barely contain my excitement when I finally discovered a Christian Chick lit author. Christa Ann Banister is the author of "Around the World in 80 Dates: Confessions of a Christian Serial Dater" and the sequel, "Blessed Are the Meddlers." Her witticisms are wonderfully woven in these delightful stories . In addition to being a novelist, Christa is a self-employed freelance writer/editor/blogger for several publications including MTV.com's URGE music site,CCM Magazine, GrazeMusic.com, BurnLounge, Christian Music Planet, Christianity Today, Christian Single, Crosswalk.com and she composes artist bios. Christa truly demonstrates the life of a modern Christian woman.

If you would like to experience a great Chic Lit novel, I recommend Christa Ann Banister' s series. For more information about the author and her books please visit her website and amazon.

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My Inspiration

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You inspire me in so many ways you are everything I dreamt you would be. You are wise, God-fearing and kind.

Your soul is profound this gift that you have is not of this world it’s a gift from the heavens. You have touched my soul and spirit, caressed my mind, and stimulated my intellect.

You have earned my admiration and undying respect.

Your essence posses the the souls of men from long ago. Men whom dwelled in the noble past, men who knew and understood how to love. When honor and respect, and consistency were relevant, and a requirement to be called a man. I would gladly proclaim you as my priest, lover, and best friend….

You have become my muse, and with my soul and spirit I simply adore your mind, heart, spirit, and soul. You are my dream, hope and prayers come true.

-Camille Kleidysz

A Holiday Gift: Deitrick & Damita Haddon

2010-12-04T20:19:00.000-08:00

Holiday Season typically represents festivities, family, and an abundance of wonderful foods, sweet treats, and gifts. However, to many people the Holiday Season is a time that is laden with sorrow and heartache. Many suffer from the loss of a loved one, a torn and dysfunctional family unit, battles with depression, physical disease,unemployment, or just the loss of hope and faith in one’s life. When one loses sight of their purpose on this earth, and loses hope and faith, this is the beginning of an emotional death.

Our lives here on this earth are a part of a much larger purpose. We each have a unique and divine purpose here on this earth. We have been blessed with gifts that are meant to be shared with others. What is your gift? Your gift is something that comes easily to you and hard for others, and something that you enjoy immensely. Some people have the gift of listening, kindness, hospitality, cooking, sewing, music, writing, cleaning, organizing, or taking the time to discover your divine purpose.

Finding your divine purpose is a process and requires you to make a lifestyle change. This lifestyle change may require you to let go of some of the negative people within your life who refuse to encourage you, or believe in your dreams. This Holiday Season my gift to you is simply reminding you that you are fearfully and wonderfully made. You were created for a purpose and a divine plan. This new year may I encourage you to take the time to discover who your creator is, and find your unique gift that your heavenly Father has so graciously given to you. Take the time and enjoy the You Tube clips below, songs that are sung by the dynamic husband and wife team Deitrick & Damita Haddon, reminding us all that our life’s journey is a part of a broader design.

Peace and Blessings
Until next Year,
Camille Kleidysz

Beauty

2010-11-30T09:11:00.000-08:00

BEAUTY

Spew out the world’s dictations of beauty
For beauty cannot be held by definition alone
Who alone can judge what the beholder only knows

Your sculpted curves and silky smooth skin will surely melt away in time

Those that proclaim their love today
May not stay when your outer wanes
There is always someone more beautiful this is a guarantee
Work on your internal for this is all you truly possess

When was the last time he loved your soul?
I bet you don’t even know
Has he ever caressed your mind?
For this is what stands the test of time

What is true beauty?
Very few know
This is why marriages cannot flow

Beauty is both simple and complex
At times the most beautiful
Our humanness fail to grasp

Camille Kleidysz

SPANISH HARLEM

2010-10-04T08:23:00.000-07:00

SPANISH HARLEM

She captivates makes you smile
Walk with her you will see

Music, dance, love, family, and greed
That’s all apart of her seed

She gives you much excitement
But never become enticed by her
Heat and thriving beat of her streets

Salsa, merangae, the soulful rhythmic Congo drum
She’ll make you dance with her until you’re numb
Dance when happy, Dance when sad
Dance even when you’re mad
Proudly prance that is the stance she posses

She is appeasing to the eye guess why?
Look around in her children’s eye
Beauty can be found
African, Indian, and Spanish meet
Producing people who have tackled great feats

Inner confidence has sprung internal
As I take my journey with her she reaches then teaches
I refuse to let her have my mind or I shall become blind

At times she may be harmful
I dare not feel her scorn
Only her good that continue to thrive and keep us alive

Lonely no more for she consoles me
Eyes innocent no longer for she has only made me stronger

Camille Kleidysz

Silhouette

2010-08-30T06:33:00.000-07:00

Silhouette

Step back, take a peek
At your vulnerability

Breathe deep, learn to love what lies beneath

The smooth cadence of your heart summons your husband to his safe haven when he longs to feel whole and be close to your soul

The curve of your strong hips supports your confident stride and ordered your steps to your corporate rise

The soft round of your belly display the battle of that great day
Stop don’t frown
Lift your head high and resist looking down

Marks etched in belly, wilted skin
Selfless scars from operation
Labor and Love

You and baby so bravely fought to bring forth God’s plan for vitality

Your body and spirit humbly submitted to become a willing vessel to carry a future plan

You are a conqueror
You are woman

Camille Kleidysz
Copyright © August (2010) Camille Kleidysz

Nazareth Heights Book 2 Now Available On Amazon: A Note From The Author

2010-06-21T07:12:00.000-07:00

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I am extremely excited to introduce my summer release Nazareth Heights Book 2, now available on amazon, and available for purchase during the 2010 General Conference session located in downtown Atlanta,Georgia.

If you have read Nazareth Heights Book 1, you are familiar with the Nazareth Heights community and have been introduced to the main characters of the Nazareth Heights series.If you are new to the Nazareth Heights series, I strongly recommend that you read the first installment of Nazareth Heights, and become acquainted with the back story and origin of the Faithful Four’s unique journey.

Composing Nazareth Heights Book 2 has become a different and an amazing experience. I’ve had mixed emotions while writing Nazareth Heights Book 2. The characters have matured, and like a mother who longs to protect her children from pain and danger, I found myself becoming extremely protective of the Faithful Four.

I have made an assertive effort to shield the dynamic group of teenagers from the dangers within the Nazareth Heights community. However, within the inner city youth are often faced with many obstacles and dangerous challenges. There are concrete decisions that one must make for safety and survival.

In this narrative, the Faithful Four have matured, and I have allowed the main characters to blossom and face adversity. The Faithful Four had to endure painful and perplexing trials in Book 2. Throughout their complex life's journey; the Faithful Four remain determined to honor their childhood vow.

It is my sincere hope that you will enjoy reading this story as much as I loved composing Nazareth Heights Book 2. May God continue to bless and keep you.

Camille Kleidysz

Countdown To The Summer Release Of Nazareth Heights Book 2: AN INSPIRATIONAL SAGA ABOUT UPLIFTING AND EMPOWERING OUR GIRLS

2010-05-24T08:11:00.000-07:00

Will Adrianna Williamson maintain her childhood vow amid heartbreak, bitter rivalries, betrayal, and an unexpected love?

After a long summer of separation the Faithful Four finally reunite at their “Dare to be a Daniel” ceremony. The dynamics of the group have taken a drastic change, and it becomes visible as tensions rise on one of the most important nights of their lives.

The four friends feel betrayed when Adrianna made the decision to suddenly break away from the group and attend Langford Girl’s Academy; a prestigious prep school in Manhattan. Adrianna’s unexpected decision fractures the Faithful Four and the loyal friends scramble to maintain their childhood vow.

Adrianna's world is shaken when her perfectly planned life becomes consumed by an ominous illness. Adrianna Williamson must rediscover her faith, find strength, and continue to stand through a turbulent, emotional storm.

Terrance Francis: Born In New York City of Trinidadian parentage. Moved to Nazareth Heights when his father Dr. Claude Francis began his practice and opened a community clinic in the heart of Nazareth Heights.

Breeana Cruz:Born to her Cuban father and Trinidadian mother in Spanish Harlem. Moved to a bigger apartment in Nazareth Heights when she was four years old.

Lacey Santiago: Born in Puerto Rico and raised in Nazareth Heights since the age of four. Her father was murdered in the Bronx when Lacey was seven.

Adrianna Williamson: Born and raised in the most impoverished area of Nazareth Heights. Her father became addicted to drugs and abandoned her when she was only eighteen months old.

Ebb and Flow Poetry Celebrates The Life and Work of Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872-1906 “We Wear the Mask” Celebrating Black History

2010-02-23T06:11:00.000-08:00

Paul Laurence Dunbar was a nationally acclaimed poet, known for his dialect poetry depicting a romanticized plantation life of southern blacks. Born in Dayton, Ohio to former Kentucky slaves, as a child he was intrigued by his mother’s stories and by tales of his father’s experience as a Union solider during the Civil War.

One of Dunbar’s most famous poems We Wear the Mask, an eloquent, yet chilling depiction of the pain and despair some Black American’s once skillfully disguised behind the mask of wide toothy grins, and bowed heads; a requirement for the survival of many Black Americans during the ugly and painful chapter of America’s history. In honor of Black History month Ebb and Flow Poetry presents “We Wear the Mask”

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

We Wear the Mask

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Ebb and Flow Poetry Presents: “The Day I fell In Love with Langston Hughes” and “I Too Sing America” Celebrating the life and work of Langston Hughes

2010-02-15T03:37:00.000-08:00

I was fortunate to have grown up in a household hearing the name Langston Hughes. But my knowledge of the acclaimed author and poet was very limited. I knew that he was a poet from Harlem however, it was not until I became an English Literature major that my passion for Langston Hughes’ work began. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was sitting in my Survey of American literature class; a course that was a requirement for my major, and dreaded by most English majors.

Our class had to study and analyze the entire canon of American literature. From the early writings of the Puritans to the work of modern and contemporary American authors. As students we were weary from analyzing and dissecting each paragraph of Thoreau’s “Walden Pond” and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “The American Scholar” and were somewhat relieved and excited to finally reach the period of the Harlem Renaissance. Not because it would be easy to analyze but because we were eager to learn about a different perspective of American history and society.

Our first poet of study was the "Prince of Harlem". We began to eagerly analyze Langston Hughes’ “I too sing America”. I sighed with anticipation, and as the only African-American student in my class, I began to slowly scan the room of my predominately white classmates. I was curious to see their reaction to this very honest and raw depiction of how American society once discounted, disregarded, and dismissed its darker citizens. After my professor slowly and powerfully recited the poem a chilling silence pervaded the room. And then, a round of “wows” and “that was deep", "so touching and powerful” rang throughout the lecture hall. I sat back in my seat and smiled. I felt relieved and a sense of calm. "They get it" I thought. My professor immediately flashed an image of Langston Hughes on the large screen and there he was; a larger than life image of this compelling poet. His deep, dark, intellectual eyes seemed to just stare back at me, and his chin rested gently in the palm of his hand while in deep thought. I remember thinking, “be still my heart” not only was the man brilliant but he was debonair and incredibly handsome; a lethal combination in my opinion. I instantly became intrigued, and had to learn more about this poet from Harlem.

My innate author’s imagination immediately transported me to a golden time and place in history. The era of the Harlem Renaissance. Harlem USA, the original black Mecca of America. The place where Black American intelligentsia and artist once migrated and settled to escape the cruel and crushing Jim Crowe Laws of the segregated South. Harlem was the city of promise that eagerly accepted their innovation and creativity, with open arms. My author’s imagination allowed me to see and hear the rickety cabs riding through the bustling streets filled with well dressed, colorful pedestrians lining the blocks of Harlem with pride and purpose.

I imagined Langston Hughes sauntering down 125th Street with a three piece suit, and a gray fedora tilted perfectly on his head, glidding down the streets with his unique Harlem swagger. As he continued to walk down 125th he sported a broad grin after successfully completing his first play and having his works published by a major magazine in Manhattan. He promised to meet his friends in the back of their favorite soul food café.

As he entered his favorite restaurant he could see his colleagues waiting at their favorite table. At the round table awaited Countee Cullen, Sterling Brown, Zora Neal Hurston, and Claude Mckay. All of the heavy weights of the Harlem Renaissance era were gathered around one table, sharing their latest literary works, and having a spirited debate about the ills of society and how they could possibly make a difference in the evil and gritty segregated South. While they enjoyed all the freedoms Harlem offered, they never forgot their brothers and sisters south of the Mason Dixie Line.

After completing my first novel Nazareth Heights, I took a break from writing and dedicated time to the in depth study of the life and works of Langston Hughes. I discovered that his life reached far beyond poetry and Harlem. He literally traveled the entire world. He spent several years writing and working in Russia, traveled throughout Africa, the Caribbean islands, and visited and spent time in Haiti. He also traveled throughout Europe, and continued to travel as far as modern day Afghanistan. He was fluent in two languages and was a novelist, a master of short stories and poetry, and eventually became an accomplished playwright. His autobiography: “I Wonder as I Wander” is a beautiful depiction of his life as a struggling poet lecturing and reading his poetry throughout the “chitlin circuit” in the Deep South, to traveling the globe and becoming a world renowned author. Ebb and Flow poetry is proud to celebrate the life and works of Langston Hughes and the poem that sparked my love for Langston Hughes’ literary works. “I too Sing America”

-Camille Kleidysz

I TOO SING AMERICA

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

-Langston Hughes

In Honor of Black History Month Ebb and Flow Poetry Presents: Another Solider Down: A Tribute To My Late Grandmother , "Strong, Courageous, Committed"

2010-02-09T06:16:00.000-08:00

Strong, Courageous, Committed

A Tribute To My Late Grandmother 1913-2010

Soft, brown, round, sugary cheeks
A striking gleam in your eyes
Hearty, contagious, laughter
You were Love personified
You were Strong, Courageous, Committed

Your Love for Your heavenly King
Was boundless and deep
You allowed God in the intimate chambers
Of your heart, and He became personal to you
We sat at your feet and learned from you
You were Strong, Courageous, Committed

You taught us how to worship and praise Him
You praised Him in the face of adversity
You praised Him through a broken heart
When your spirit was bruised
You learned to bask in His tender peace until your soul
Healed and became released
You were Strong, Courageous, Committed

In your youth you grasped His hand
And danced through the gates of His
Sweet peace and Sabbath rest
But you did not enter the gates alone
You reached back your hand
And pulled four generations through to
Accept His Love and the sacred Sabbath
You were Strong, Courageous, Committed

Your legacy you see is beyond
Worldly treasures or money
The legacy that you bestowed
To the future generations
Is lasting and Kingdom bound
Your legacy is God and eternal
We love d you, we thank you, and will
Honor your legacy and vow to solider on
And become Strong, Courageous Committed

- Camille Kleidysz
Copyright © February (2010) Camille Kleidysz

Exclusive Sneak Peak:Nazareth Heights Book2:"Summer In The Heights" Part 1

2009-11-15T15:43:00.000-08:00

Dark, angry clouds slowly swallowed the tottering plane. The airplane began to rock, and dip against the turbulent winds. Heavy rain drops violently slammed against the windows. Adrianna’s moist cold hand quivered, and slowly slid down gripping the sides of her seat. Her eyes clasped tight, and her mouth became dry and stuck together.

She attempted to pray, but was unable to articulate a coherent prayer. Adrianna noticed the flight attendants quickly fastening their seat belts, and nervously darting their eyes.Adrianna clinched her fist and desperately searched for words to pray. She could only whisper. “Jesus…Jesus.” The searing emotions of fear and uncertainty gripped Adrianna Williamson’s mind and soul. Her thoughts immediately flooded with the terror of never reuniting with her father.

She often heard stories from her grandmother of how her father once held and sang to her as an infant. However, her memory was vacant of his touch, his expressions, and his voice. Adrianna immediately felt anger and resentment. What kind of man are you? How could you go this long without seeing me? I’ll be sixteen soon! And…I’m a good student…I even got accepted into Langford!
The plane immediately dropped in the air, jolting Adrianna in her seat. She was beyond frightened. Adrianna’s anger toward her father suddenly transformed into an undying and unconditional love for a man that she longed to meet.

The turbulent landing into Hartsfield Airport set the tenor for Adrianna’s first summer in Atlanta. It was the summer of complete change. The summer Adrianna had hoped to meet her estranged father. The man who abandoned her when she was eighteen months; the man she yearned to meet throughout her entire life. The man whom she still failed to meet despite her summer vacation with her father’s parents on Cascade Road.

Once again, Samuel Williamson shattered his daughter’s heart and hopes when he failed to show up at his parent’s home to reunite with the baby he left so long ago.
Cascade Road was in complete contrast to the chaotic street life of Nazareth Heights. Her grandparents’ neighborhood was serene and pleasant. Sprawling oak trees hung over the sidewalks and front porches, shading the residents from the relentless Atlanta sun.

Bundles of colorful flowers spilled over large clay pots, and sat in the front of each porch. The elderly residents of the neighborhood would spend their lazy, hazy afternoons sitting on their porches; talking and laughing, while observing the passing cars and pedestrians.

The neighbors were always polite and took the time to make eye contact; always saying hello, while giving wide toothy grins. The families that knew the Williamson family never failed to stop Adrianna and shout, “Adrianna is that you girl? I remember you when you were just a little bitty thing. Girl… if you don’t look just like your daddy! he must of spit you right out. Your mama didn’t have nothin to do with that!”

Adrianna thought it was comforting to be surrounded by people who knew her father; but during the course of the summer the comments about her appearance, became irritating and annoying, like a virus that would not go away. Adrianna learned to smile politely, but her thoughts contradicted the pleasant expression on her face: Don’t they have anything better to say? Don’t they realize that I’ve never even met the man? What about asking me about my grades? or where I‘m from? I’m a straight A student! I’m more than my so called father!
Upon Adrianna’s arrival in Atlanta she never failed to e-mail Lacey and Bree, eagerly detailing every aspect of her trip. After contacting her Faithful Four Sisters, Adrianna could not wait to send an email to Terrance Francis. Terrance failed to return any of her emails. To avoid feeling hurt by Terrance’s rejection she would tell herself that all of her e-mails were delivered to his spam file.

Throughout the month of August, Bree and Lacey stopped receiving emails from Adrianna. Adrianna Williamson had become completely silent. And no one knew why.

TO BE CONTINUED............Copyright © November (2009) Camille Kleidysz

Ebb and Flow Poetry Presents Poet and Motivational Speaker Jennifer Black

2009-08-31T13:28:00.000-07:00

Writing as well as reading has always been a great passion for this California native. She wrote poems throughout elementary and junior high school. For the very first time Jennifer published her poem in a collaborative writing project in 2nd grade. Little did she know that she would pursue a career in writing years later. In high school, she became the Editor of the DECA Marketing Club, and began writing a novel for teens and young adults.

Words are suppose to heal the heart, restore the soul, and revive the spirit. It is the goal of Jennifer to do just this when she ministers through poetry. Her poems were birthed while enduring some of life's struggles. As she pressed her way through to victory in every area of her life, she was impressed by the Holy Spirit to express the thoughts of her heart through poetry and songs.

Over the years, she has written scripts for plays, skits, films, & commercials, magazine articles, songs, and created workshop curriculum and books. She is the recipient of K-AIMER AWARD (Uganda) for her literary work. She is also a writer for Gatekeeper, Whole and Virtuous Woman magazines.

Jennifer is founder/executive director for The End Times Arts Movement International (TEAMI). The mission of TEAMI is cause to an international movement toward moral consciousness, spiritual revival, and a catalyst for cultural awareness and social change both in the world and the arts, media and entertainment.

Visit her official website at www.thepropheticartist.com
http://www.shoutlife.com/thepropheticartist

Book workshops in the areas of praise dance, drama, scriptwriting, writing, music, media, and traveling for your organization, church/ministry, group, visit WinSome Arts, Media, & Entertainment Workshops' website at www.winsomeinternational.org.

www.jennifereblack.com

Camille Kleidysz: Welcome to Ebb and Flow Poetry where are you from?

Jennifer Black: I was born in Riverside, CA. I now reside in Little Rock, Arkansas.

Camille: I had the opportunity to stop by your website…and I’ll begin by saying your website looks amazing. I was also able to listen to some of your poetry. I’m loving the vibe of your poetry! It just makes you want to sit back, relax, and create. How would you describe your poetic style?

Jennifer Black: Thank you for the compliments on my website. I actually own a website builder that anyone can use to build their own website without prior knowledge or training in Flash or HTML coding. It's a template design. Just visit www.rsprowebs.com.

In the beginning my poetic style came off as flowing or rapping. I call it flowing. Now I'm learning the spoken word style. But overall I enjoy free verse poetry because I free write my poems based upon an issue on my heart. I'm not always trying to rhyme, but trying to get a message out to people.

I love blending music and singing with my poetry. I'm also learning how to do humor as well since I am a very funny and comical person. I know that I may not always come off as such but once people really get to know, I am always cracking jokes among my co-workers, at the grocery store or anywhere I go. I'm now taking everyday situations and making fun of it in poetry form or in skit form. I've gone through so much in my life that I'm tired of being so serious in my acting, poetry, etc. I want to separate myself from reality and enter a zone of happiness and peace. I get to do this with my creativity.

But I know with all my heart when it's all said and done that my style is diverse and creative and unusual, and will always address issues that are going on today no matter of the delivery style. I just like to flow with how I'm feeling in the moment.

Camille: In addition to being a poet, author, screenwriter, and actress you are also a motivational speaker! Tell us how do you balance all of your gifts? And are you able to incorporate all of your creative gifts when you have the opportunity to be featured as a motivational speaker?

Jennifer Black: I am actually a minister as well as a motivational speaker, but I don't go around calling myself such. Other people recognize that I am one. I just am a mouthpiece for God in any setting. There was a time when I was very confused about "how" to juggle all of my gifts. I have more than what I've mentioned but I am not exercising them all for the sake of not being so busy at this time. I believe that there is even a time and season
the manifestation of each gift as well. So I finally learned that I can actually incorporate all of the gifts into one package whenever I go speak.

This allows me to make my presentations livelier and get my message across to listeners in a way that they can understand it. I speak to youth, young women, singles, worship arts ministries, and entertainment industry. I also speak to general audiences.

Camille: Thank you for sharing with us today, tell us where we can purchase your book?

Jennifer Black: Right now my book has not being officially published. So look for it in the future.

Camille: Complete this sentence I am blessed because….

Jennifer Black: I am blessed because I know what I am called to do in life. There are so many people even older people that do not know what they are called to do. This is the worst state to be in because you are walking down the road of life not knowing what direction to take and so many details about your life. This is why it is so important to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ who is the Alpha and Omega.

I would like to thank Jennifer Black for sharing with us today. Check out her inspirational poetic rhymes on www.jennifereblack.com .

Until the next time….Peace and Blessings Camille Kleidysz!

Ebb and Flow Poetry Presents Poet Patricia Neely-Dorsey

2009-08-02T14:04:00.000-07:00

Patricia Neely-Dorsey is from Tupelo, Misssissippi . She is a 1982 graduate of Tupelo High School. She received a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology from Boston University in Boston, Massachusetts. Patricia currently lives in Tupelo with her husband James and son Henry. She is a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc.

BOOK AVAILABLE: www.reeds.ms/book.asp
or www.Amazon.com
AUTHOR WEBSITE: www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com

SOUTHERN LIFE
If you want a glimpse of Southern life,
Come close and walk with me;
I'll tell you all the simple things,
That you are sure to see.
You'll see mockingbirds and bumblebees,
Magnolia blossoms and dogwood trees,
Caterpillars on the step,
Wooden porches cleanly swept;
Watermelons on the vine,
Strong majestic Georgia pines;
Rocking chairs and front yard swings,
Junebugs flying on a string;
Turnip greens and hot cornbread,
Coleslaw and barbecue;
Fried okra, fried corn, fried green tomatoes,
Fried pies and pickles too.
There's ice cold tea that's syrupy sweet,
And cool, green grass beneath your feet;
Catfish nipping in the lake,
And fresh young boys on the make.
You'll see all these things
And much, much more,
In a way of life that I adore.

-Patricia Neely-Dorsey

SOUTHERN MAN--Patricia Neely-Dorsey

2009-08-02T14:01:00.000-07:00

SOUTHERN MAN

There's nothing like a Southern man,
He's a man that you should know;
He's one to whom you'll find no equal,
Anywhere you go.
He has a sweet molasses talk
And a slow, smooth gliding walk.
He's got strong, firm hands to let you know,
Real work is nothing new;
He has no problem with the fact,
That he should provide for you.
There are certain kinds of values
This man is sure to hold
His love of home and family
Is sure to not grow cold.
He'll deeply love his mother
It's a bond that's always there
All throughout his life, this man
Will show her tender care.
He's one that you can count on,
To do the manly things;
He'll change the tire and check the oil,
And fix the backyard swing.
But, underneath a tough exterior,
A gentle soul lies, too;
He's one who'll rock the baby,
And even cook a meal for you,
On Sundays, he'll sit beside you singing,
On the same church pew.
There's nothing like a Southern man,
He's a rare and special kind;
If you look forever, anywhere,
He 's the best you'll ever find

-Patricia Neely-Dorsey

Ebb and Flow Poetry Presents Inspirational Poet Farrah C. Shellow

2009-06-30T22:53:00.000-07:00

Farrah C. Shellow is a native New Yorker who attended Long Island University where she graduated with her Bachelors in Psychology and minored in Human Services. She also proceeded on to her Masters in School Counseling and Family Therapy. She is now in pursuit of working towards her New York State Boards License in Mental Health Counseling. She hopes to open her own practice where she will be counseling and empowering women and children.Answering to the calling on life to minister through writing, Ms. Shellow determines to serve God the best way she can.

If you wish to read anymore of Farrah's writings, please check out: mizshellow.blogspot.com

A Woman’s Hurt 6/11/2009

Men don’t get her
Some of them even label her wrong
But God knows her heart
And why she has to be strong

She’s been through hell and back
Used and abused
Loved and then hurt
She trusted and believed
Only to end up mistrusting and deceived
Yeah, you name it
She has probably seen or been through it
And what does she have to show for it?
A broken, bitter, angry heart
Scared, tattered, torn
There are a few battle wounds
But she managed to hold her own
She managed to eventually wipe the tears from her eyes
Pick herself up, dust herself off and walk away

There were a few times she turned back around
“Just one more chance…the benefit of the doubt,” she said
Only to be disappointed and hurt again
So the final decision to walk away should no surprise
When you push a woman enough you can see it in her eyes
Once her mind is made up nothing can change it
No words or action can shape it
The outcome will remain the same
She is convinced that she has had enough and can’t deal with the pain anymore

The events alone make her drop her head in shame
It even causes her to point fingers and blame
To name names and describe their actions
Most times it’s harder to look in the mirror with satisfaction

The next time you meet a woman who seems too hard
You say a few lines and promises in hopes she tears down that wall
Realize what you’re asking
It’s not as easy as 1, 2, 3
Because what you’re really asking is for her to give up herself freely
To disregard all the pain and events she went through
To hope that you and your actions won’t hurt her too
To put faith and trust in you
And be blinded to what actions that you have planned for the both of you

Men, the next time you want to judge women…DON’T!
To understand her is to know her past
To care for her is to be in the present
To love her is to alter her future with your heart
To create is to be powerful and compliment one another
To have her completely is to accept, cherish, and guard her heart forever
To pray for her in times when she can’t even pray for herself
With the willingness and acceptance for a renewing of her heart
Then and only then can she heal from the past and move on from all others
Her testimony will touch the lives of sisters to follow

Farrah C. Shellow

Breathe

2009-06-30T22:51:00.000-07:00

Breathe

I turned to my side and stretched
It was his faint and non audible breathing that woke me up this morning
I smiled and took a moment in my early morning joy
He whispered in my ear that he ordered the beautiful sunny day just for me
Thank you was my reply with a genuine grin
“For you, anything your heart desires. I love you. Don’t you ever forget that.
I will always show you just how much you mean to me everyday.” He cooed.
As I laid there listening to him, a shiver went up my spine.
I believed every word he said and felt it deep within my soul.
I vowed to do the same for him, forever,
Until my very last breath

Farrah C. Shellow

Such Love

2009-06-30T22:48:00.000-07:00

Such Love

Something about the way he touches my soul
It leaves me aching for more
He looks at me like there is no other
And when we are together
We are the only two that exists
I can live in his bliss forever
Being in his presence leaves me speechless
Sharing his space makes my heart skip a beat
This love is much more than I could ever imagine
For no one has ever affected me in such a way
And no one ever will
He is mine
And I am his
Until the end of time and beyond

Farrah C. Shellow

The First Genocide of the 21st Century

2009-06-11T06:16:00.000-07:00

Please join me in prayer to stop to the first genocide of the 21st century. The UN does not have an exact estimation on how many people have been slain; however, they estimate that 450,000 innocent lives have been slaughtered by the Arab Janjaweed- a Sudanese militia group, simply because their skin is dark. The Sudanese people are our brothers and sisters. Their bloodshed is no less than ours. Do not allow your prayer time to neglect our brothers and sisters in Darfur, Sudan.

My Little One

2008-07-09T08:12:00.000-07:00

My Little One

Bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh
You are my little one

When you graced this world with your presence
A love unknown to me flooded my essence, bestowing an inner glow

Through your sweet, soft whimpers you taught me the lessons of selflessness and pure devotion

You called on me to draw from an infinite well of love I had yet to discover
As you continue to grow and thrive my prayers for you will never die

I speak words of blessings over you day and night so that you may fulfill your divine destiny and join your Heavenly King

Bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh

You will forever be
My heavenly treasure

Camille Kleidysz

Wedding Song

2008-06-27T15:10:00.000-07:00

Wedding Song

I will follow you; you shall follow me
Together we will lead on our
Love odyssey

Stand by me my king and I shall be your queen

Our Heavenly King shall rule our kingdom and remain our strong tower

Our love is celestial bestowed from above
For only He knowest love

The fragrant perfume of devotion will fill our domain as
Cherubs sing sweet songs of a blessed love union

Future children will be our mission
They shall bask in the glow of our love and adoration

Our babes will become our testimony of our blissful, sacred treasure

This is our wedding song
On this hallowed day

Camille Kleidysz

Colorful Connection

2008-06-27T15:06:00.000-07:00

Colorful Connection

I am here
You are there
It took us a lifetime to meet
But now we are complete
God has led and slowly guided

I see you and I already know you
You see me and you look beyond
And see my battered heart
You take my heart and soul and nurse within your warm hands

You look upon me with spirit eyes
This is how I soar and thrive

A Divine hand has played a role
In binding our souls

I look upon you with loving eyes your heart pure; your mind ready to receive
You are my precious one

Our varied shades mix then create a new and brilliant hue
Our love is a Monet

I rejoice in that day
When we began to walk hand in hand
Connecting, reaching, constructing our plans

I am here
You are there
Together we shall be

Camille Kleidysz

Compassion

2008-06-15T15:55:00.000-07:00

Compassion

When you hear about a disaster in other parts of the world
Do you say that’s them
And this is me?

Or does your heart commence to break for those enduring unspeakable pain?

Thousands in Rwanda were slaughtered in horror
Desperately seeking refuge
But no one came

The sweet rivers of Rwanda cried bloody tears as she tenderly carried her children away

Visiting tourist cried
“What a pity for them
But we must leave them.”

Compassion, Compassion,
Compassion
The component that makes us human
Without it
You are less than
In Sudan it’s happening once again
Must we always have an incentive to save?
Their blood is no less than ours

The Tsunami disaster swept thousands away to a watery grave
Ripping baby from mother
Mother from baby
Father from his seed

The aids epidemic is ravishing our planet
We cannot act like nothings happening

Life is cyclical it all comes back around and around and around
Until the day that you come face to face with their pain that now becomes yours

After all that’s them
And this is me

Camille Kleidysz

2008-06-15T15:47:00.000-07:00

GUN SHOT

Gun shots wounded my soul and spirit
I can barely hear it now
The gun shots that rang so loud

One walk to the corner
How can this be over?
“I’ll be back”
On these three words
My spirit flew away
To that distant land
My heart will forever be with my man

The crowd gathered tight
I cannot see him
But I need him

Sirens blasting
I thought our love was everlasting

Blood flowing on the cold pavement
This is how society repaid him

His crime…growing up in the grime of the streets
Dear God I want his heart to beat

Striving hard for a better life
In this world laden with strife
His award; scorn, rejection, and pain

This is the fate of the underprivileged man
Who could not fly and flee
From his so called destiny

How can a world be so cold?
To steal away a man who loved me so

I will never be the same
Yet I shall remain
How will my shattered heart beat through the pain?

Knowledge I will gain from this tragic end

We must not keep losing cherished ones
Through the cruel eyes of a gun

Camille Kleidysz