- LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACESDoes low self-esteemCause womanizer's chase?Is scoring all Ladies' MenHave going for their race!What the fuck then! What lousy luck for womenWhen the womanizer's journey Is but playing the field.Then I'll never give in again –Never yieldTo self-serving "little heads" Seeking to be fulfilled.Just wish I'd never…
Poem I wrote: Tips From Tony: Emote the Emotion
TIPS FROM TONY:Emote the Emotionby Stephany Spencer-LeBaronEmote the emotionOver-and-overWe want to feelSays Tony Robbins,Motivational Speaker And guru like Doctors Dyer and Phil. Says Tony:To change our emotion Change our motion.We’re at the wheel.Changing physiologyChanges emotions.It's a done deal.Stand tall and proudWhen feeling afraid.Sing a happy tuneTo also aid.Sitting erect when feeling badOr turning frowns upside downWhen…
Pt 19-R: Esther LeBaron Spencer, Me, and More Perils of Polygamy: My Honeymoon
My Memoirs: Part 19-R, Esther LeBaron McDonald de Spencer -- And More Perils of Polygamy: My Honeymoon My swollen-eyed Honeymoon photo, October 1963. We Honeymooned in a cheap hotel in Chihuahua City, Mexico; no screens on the windows but plenty of mosquitoes. "We all come from the past, and children ought to know what it was that went into…
Pt 19-Q: Esther LeBaron Spencer, Me, and More Perils of Polygamy
Part 19-Q -- Esther LeBaron McDonald de Spencer -- And More Perils of Polygamy Could This be Bill with his first two wives, "horny toads" in a menage a trois? Sex, drugs, 'n' "rock 'n' roll" -- Rock on! "The truth told with love and consideration is the key. An honest account of what you experienced is…
Pt 19-P: Esther LeBaron Spencer, Me, and More Perils of Polygamy
My Memoir: Part 19-P -- Esther LeBaron McDonald de Spencer -- More Perils of Polygamy “As I sifted through my memories, my life came to me in bits and pieces, often disconnected, just like my dreams. Even normal memory has gaps, but traumatic memory is even more discontinuous. This is my story, which put…
Poem I wrote: The Sands of My Hourglass
THE SANDS OF MY HOURGLASSBy Stephany Spencer-LeBaron The Sands of My HourglassThe sands of my hourglass figureRunning through me,Telling me I haven't much time, Tick away what's left As quickly as hands On my inner circadian clock.I can't make the sands stop, Neither my heart pattering tick-tockLike raindrops drippingFrom the window panes of my life;Like…
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