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There Once was a Man from Peru
February 1st, 2024
There Once was a Man from Peru by Renee Michelle Wenker There once was a man from Peru, Who tripped on a lace from his shoe. He didn't have a clue, About what to do. He sat down and burst, "Sacre Bleu!" Amid a sight that was seen by so few, Hi...
Who Am I - Credentials and Qualifications
October 3rd, 2020
The following statements, achievements, education, research, publications, theoretical proposals and so on, are what I claim to be the best and most appropriate “credentials” to support my qualifications. I officially call this very unique but pr...
Who I Am - Subject Matter Expert, Credentials, and Qualifications
October 3rd, 2020
The following statements, achievements, education, research, publications, theoretical proposals and so on, are what I claim to be the best and most appropriate “credentials” to support my qualifications. I officially call this very unique but pr...
January 7th, 2020
I Am Not the Ego By Renee Michelle Wenker, 1/6/2020 Recent thoughts and insights I’ve had regarding the goal to “Know Thyself” and the questions that resulted. rmw, 1/6/20 I keep thinking that I KNOW I’m not the ego identity, that I’...
August 15th, 2018
THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS By Renee Michelle Wenker Christmas time uplifts my spirit, The height of every year. For me, God’s love, I inherit, A respite from despair. His sacrifice has spanned across Two hundred centuries. How great must b...
August 15th, 2018
Poncho (Non-Villa) by Renee Michelle Wenker Poncho was born in La Jolla. A town quite FAR from Valhalla. Indeed, he was born Alas, we all mourn, Because his last name was DeLlama. Poncho DeLlama was such a nice guy. Although he was a bit ...
May 3rd, 2017
THE LIGHT WITHIN By Renée Michelle Wenker When I was young, or rather, a child, I wondered why God, in Heaven, would hide. I loved to think of Him every day. He filled my heart in every way. I wanted to see Him and hear Him talk. I want...
May 3rd, 2017
My Compassion for All People By Renée Michelle Wenker I was born with a precious gift. My soul's greatest desire is to uplift. When I was of age to start school, I learned that people could be so cruel. I simply could not comprehend, Peop...
May 3rd, 2017
Know Thyself by Renée Michelle Wenker We Live in Fear. But it is fear, That gave us life. We are alive, Because we fear. What happens... If we live without fear? THAT Is what we fear. ~Death~ Hell is our domain. Chosen, such s...
August 31st, 2014
The Reflection in the Mirror By Renee Michelle Wenker If the world is but a mirror, Its purpose to reflect; Then who I am, simply put, Is all that I project. If what I experience, Is based on stimuli; Sight, taste, sound, smell, And to...
August 31st, 2014
Lets Make a Deal By Rene Michelle Wenker I promise if you hear me out, And set aside your weary doubt, You might agree to my appeal, And decide it is a worthy deal. I really need to get things done. This mess is making me high-strung. S...
August 31st, 2014
INSPIRATION By Rene Michelle Wenker As I sit here, and wonder what to do, The clock ticks silently. It's nothing new. The days go by, always the same. Life seems just a boring game. I wake, get coffee...sit at the table. Theres naught ...
August 31st, 2014
Dismally Discombobulated by Rene Michelle Wenker As I find myself in distrait, It is time to expiate - Since I cannot gesticulate, This poem will surely obfuscate. Therefore, I shall not equivocate. My thoughts, instead, I perorate. In a...
August 31st, 2014
A Love for All Seasons By Rene Michelle Wenker Spring is the season where new life begins. From cold death, vibrant energy now sings. Trees, flowers, even the angle of suns rays Commune joyfully, in unity, throughout springs days. Summe...
August 31st, 2014
WANDERLUST By Rene Michelle Wenker I yearn for the free ....call of the air, Whipping about me, without a care. I yearn for the sand beneath my feet. Soft and hot, the color of wheat. I yearn for the sight of the ocean blue. Gently swa...
August 31st, 2014
I don't just paint and draw, but I write, and make jewelry and pursue many creative endeavors. One of my favorite pasttimes is writing poetry. It's a soothing balm most times, and often just the result of spontaneous thoughts I desired to express i...