Bathsheba Gibborim
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Doctoral professional student preparing to start own business. I have a MPA & MGMT degree from Apus.edu. Currently, I attended Nu.edu in Ca. through distance learning methods. Love, poetry, and song writing.
Stories (8)
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Hearts of the Night
Dining on the passion of the moment. I am filled with delight and pleasure as I soar in night. Hearts unfolding and spirits lifting I am whole and complete. Sweetened by the hope that you stay and never go I am happy. I can not let go of the touch the kiss that makes me smile. It is heaven in the night that never ends we together as we are meant to be. Dare not think this will stop. This is continual and forever initiated by the nights our hearts takes flight. We love and embrace in the existence of romance. Dancing on desire we never let go as we are hearts of the night.....
By Bathsheba Gibborim4 years ago in Poets
Down By The Foggy Waters
It was a normal day in Creekville and the teenagers was getting ready for the costume party for Halloween. The gang was all together Amy, Susan, Margie, and Elosie. They had all been childhood friends growing up and promising to always stay friends. They where in high school now and boy crazy. One of the guys from the varsity football team ask them to come to his Halloween party. He was the cutest guy on the team his name was Rick he transferred there the year before from Coolidge High School. This was their chance to get in with the most popular kids in school.
By Bathsheba Gibborim4 years ago in Horror
This House Called Home
In this house is the fulfillment of my dreams. In this house love reigns supreme. In the house there is fearlessness. In this house there is no abandonment. In this house lies a true embrace. In this house there is no disgrace. In this house success is the goal. In this house provision fills every bowl. In this house I flourish through great strength. In this house I have worked hard and took great lengths. Yet, no one can measure what I gain. For a home for myself I endured great pain. To be what I dare to be in this world I've roamed. Now I have found happiness in this place I call home.
By Bathsheba Gibborim4 years ago in Poets
Pathway Home
Searching for peace in the dome of my mind. Wondering when I will begin the happiness promised as a child. Like a emergency call I begin to dial. To call on God even scream Christ name out loud! To find home a safe place to go! To run somewhere with things of love I know. This place I dream about in night and reached for by day. Only to find hurt and rejection to my dismay. A simple smile or kind gesture brings me to this place. A place of love and acceptance I race. People can be cruel and time seem lost. For what I wasted and tossed. Away on this journey a multitude of things too precious to forget. So I search on to reclaim it. So out of the belly of my thoughts an SOS I send. To return home in the midst of a sincere smile or embrace of a true friend.
By Bathsheba Gibborim4 years ago in Poets
When My Feet Hit The Ground
Taking flight and seeking what is right. I fight into the night against the status quo and all of it's woes. Then my feet hit the ground after I know I have accomplished taking a stand against the foes of my ideologies. A master skilled in spiritual criminology I rebuked the mind of foul. As my feet hit the ground. As I will never bow. As they are trying to disturb me as I find my way home to peace, and self-respect while having ghouls, goblins, and criminals in check. Surviving the attempted wreck of my life. Impacting while extracting there plots plans and wishes to destroy my beautiful mind and replace it with strife. I run home to hope, and to destiny and away from their kind. I take hold of my chances and embrace what's mine. Ignoring their words, that are ugly and just mean. I hit the ground while living my dreams. I take flight away from demons of the streets trying to block me. My feet hit the ground knowing they can't stop me. Then my feet hit the ground and nothing but mercy of God at the end of the day I see. Nothing but grace I thank you Lord from thee. For this is my home a place of justice, inspiration, and another chance. As at the end of it all my feet hit the ground when I am home and I can celebrate with a dance!
By Bathsheba Gibborim4 years ago in Poets
A Timeless Journey
One moment in time there lived a young girl named Rebekah. She was a fair child and very intelligent and creative. She never knew her father she was told he abandoned her and her mother to play with a band and start a music career. So she put it out of her mind. Yet, at times she wondered what her journey would have been like if she had both mom and dad. She got through it by spending countless hours making clothes for dolls and for her teddy bears. In addition she would paint the field outside of her window and then play the piano. She was very good at playing the piano her favorite was Chopin's Minute Waltz. Rebekah would listen to his work while growing up for hours. Such a talented musician she was sent off to music school to perfect her talent. Rebekah off at music school fitted in rather nicely with all of her new friends she met which made her feel so happy. Then one day a call came for Rebekah. She was told her mother was killed in a fire and the house she lived in burned down to the ground. All her things was gone her paintings and her creative works. Suddenly, she froze and dropped the phone and no longer could speak and fainted. When she woke up it was found she lost her speech and her ability to hear music. Just muffled sounds would play in her head she could hear people speaking and other sounds but music she could not hear. The doctors was called from around the world to examine her they had never heard of a selective hearing disorder of not being able to hear music. It was determined it was mentally caused by the trauma of the loss of her mother and home. She would sit rocking and sometimes one tear rolled down her right eye. Clearly, slipping into deep depression she was committed into a mental health hospital.
By Bathsheba Gibborim4 years ago in Fiction
