All I See Is You: Poems and Proses on Motherhood (Jessica Urlichs: Early Motherhood Poetry & Prose Collection Book 2)

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Jessica is also a best selling author of 'The Rainbow In My Heart', a children's picture book on emotions, with other books 'My Superpowers', and 'You Hung The Moon', a gift book for mothers. The locks between her chamber and his will, Each one by him enforced, retires his ward; But, as they open, they all rate his ill, Which drives the creeping thief to some regard: The threshold grates the door to have him heard; Night-wandering weasels shriek to see him there; They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear. I find myself more connected to Her as I have trudged through the loneliness and hardships of motherhood and am so grateful I have a belief in a powerful, loving spiritual Mother to guide me on this difficult journey of being a mother. But her situation was worse: when she woke up, she saw something that confirmed her nightmare was real. When at Collatium this false lord arrived, Well was he welcomed by the Roman dame, Within whose face beauty and virtue strived Which of them both should underprop her fame: When virtue bragg'd, beauty would blush for shame; When beauty boasted blushes, in despite Virtue would stain that o'er with silver white.

Shameful it is; ay, if the fact be known: Hateful it is; there is no hate in loving: I'll beg her love; but she is not her own: The worst is but denial and reproving: My will is strong, past reason's weak removing. You see, princes are like a mirror, a school, and a book in which subjects look, learn, and read how they're supposed to act.I am so thankful for Jessica putting these books out there so that women know that they are not alone, and in someway these books help you to get through your emotions and struggles. Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fix'd In the remorseless wrinkles of his face; Her modest eloquence with sighs is mix'd, Which to her oratory adds more grace. Her breasts, like ivory globes circled with blue, A pair of maiden worlds unconquered, Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truly honoured. After loving Jessica Urlichs' first collection of poems and prose, From One Mom to a Mother, I read this second collection over a period of a few weeks to savour each piece. Tarquin paused over the sleeping girl, his intense lust momentarily satisfied by looking— like a lion's hunger goes away once he has his prey to play with.

The aim of all is but to nurse the life With honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age; And in this aim there is such thwarting strife, That one for all, or all for one we gage; As life for honour in fell battle's rage; Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost The death of all, and all together lost. The people were so moved that they united to force the Tarquins into exile, and the country's government changed from a monarchy to a democracy. She wakes her heart by beating on her breast, And bids it leap from thence, where it may find Some purer chest to close so pure a mind.

As each door unwillingly let him through, the wind blew through every nook and cranny of the house, trying to snuff out his candle and blowing the smoke in his face as if it would cool him off, too.

For with the nightly linen that she wears He pens her piteous clamours in her head; Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed. Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear; Their own transgressions partially they smother: This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother. This abstract Bethlehem-like star reminds us of her bravery and her submission to the Father’s will to continue the path for our redemption.All these together are like a stormy sea beating against your rocky heart, which threatens to shipwreck me.

This poem is 8 by 10 inch and come as a PDF digital file, another A4 version in a different design comes with this purchase too. So he replied, "Your blushing says it all; it makes my case—even though you're flushed with anger this time, you're still as pale as a lily and as red as a rose that knows it's disgraced. Imagine her like someone woken up from a deep sleep by a nightmare, who thinks she's seen a terrifying ghost, her whole body shaking with fear. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge.

Were my worth greater, my duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it is bound to your lordship, to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness. So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave; Thou nobly base, they basely dignified; Thou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave: Thou loathed in their shame, they in thy pride: The lesser thing should not the greater hide; The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot, But low shrubs wither at the cedar's root. Then had they seen the period of their ill; Then Collatine again, by Lucrece' side, In his clear bed might have reposed still: But they must ope, this blessed league to kill; And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight Must sell her joy, her life, her world's delight. At that time Sextus Tarquinius being inflamed with Lucrece' beauty, yet smothering his passions for the present, departed with the rest back to the camp; from whence he shortly after privily withdrew himself, and was, according to his estate, royally entertained and lodged by Lucrece at Collatium.