Pam Reeder

Joined July 2021

142 stories

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Stifled wordsmith re-embracing my creativity. I like to write stories that tap into raw human emotions.

Author of "Bristow Spirits on Route 66", magazine articles, four books under a pen name, technical writing, stories for my grandkids.

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If only the world had less a$$holes
If only the world had less a$$holes It would be such a better place to be But they are out there They are every frigging where.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
The Man Who Cares
Such a humble man is he Ever a friend for any and all in need Always standing ready to do any deed. A greater friend one could never find.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
The Many Definitions of Comfort
Comfort is so many things I dare not try to capture it with a single definition ****** Comfort is the thunder on a rainy day
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
Comfort is...
Comfort. What is it? Routines, even bad ones. Because even when times are changing around you, Routines keep you feeling safe.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
The Higher You Rise
Why is it that people can't be happy for you? It seems that the higher you rise You become a piñata for haters. Instead of being happy for you
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
Perpetual Victimhood
Some are ever the victim in their stories Making others out to be villains Even when they are not and never have been villains.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
Details Matter....
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That's how we are meant to lead. Not by mounted steed, Or any other exciting deed.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
To ERR is Human
To err is human, so they say And it is correct on any day Life is ever-changing So should we too Remember of your life you are in charge
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
After the Parade of Life
It's over now. The parade of life Is at an end So far away From where it begins **** I made sure to be Whatever was needed
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
Slumber, My Dearest Friend
Sleep, oh slumber My dearest friend, Verily to you I come again. *** For what burdens I cannot bare When life becomes too weary
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
Secrets
Secrets - we wear them like pearls on a string but they aren't precious gems. They aren't even ours to bare and yet we carry them.
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
My Name is Pam. Top Story - May 2022.
Hello, my name is Pam and I'm a mother to an addict. Those words have been hard to say. I wouldn't even let them form in my mind. That sentence burned me like a firebrand. It represents so many thoughts and feelings.
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets

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If only the world had less a$$holes

The Man Who Cares

The Many Definitions of Comfort

Comfort is...

The Higher You Rise

Perpetual Victimhood

Details Matter....

To ERR is Human

After the Parade of Life

Slumber, My Dearest Friend

Secrets

My Name is Pam. Top Story - May 2022.

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