SMART, LOVABLE, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE KNOW TO HIRE ME TO WRITE FOR THEM!!

Image may contain: one or more people, people standing, sky, cloud and outdoor

I write powerful LinkedIn profiles and resumes that promote people and their biz to success and profit, and leverage them to fame and glory. I recently went over 23,000 connections here on LinkedIn and gotten clients thousands of targeted connections to elevate their online presence and success.

AND YES, MY FEES ARE RIDICULOUSLY REASONABLE!

Some say numbers aren’t important. But come on, which can bring more sales and opportunity: 500 connections or 5,000? Well, would you like to have a “WOW!” LinkedIn profile that impresses people 24 hours a day, 365 days a year? Would you enjoy having a ton of targeted connections that moves you from obscurity to excellence and success?

I also provide complete editing services for books, scripts, daily business correspondence and docs, blog posts and articles that include complete editing, rewriting and embellishment as needed.

If you’re ready to rock ‘n roll and achieve results, let’s do it! I’ll get you 1,000 targeted LinkedIn connections within two weeks. Check out my friendly LinkedIn profile and see what I can do for you: https://lnkd.in/bKCirSJ

Time waits for no one; neither does success!

 

ANYONE ELSE

2812627924_1

Sometimes even the smallest or briefest amount of love is worth losing forever. Just to have known some love at all.

πŸ’–
πŸ‘₯
πŸ’–

ANYONE ELSE

Time is a bridge where many loves come and go.
That harden the heart till it can’t be broken.
Still, somehow your brief kisses set mine aglow!
That though the sacred words were never spoken,
I knew I’d always love you more than anyone else.

So, despite the bridges burned or never crossed,
Though only in dreams are our lips still kissing,
Despite what was never real and quickly lost,
And what was never found and remains missing,
I’m glad my heart was not broken by anyone else.

πŸ‘₯πŸ’–πŸ‘₯

And if you liked this poetry, you may also like this poetry:
http://synergebooks.com/ebook_epicproportions.html

A Lover’s Anthem is Now on Sale for You!

07 LoversAnthem

FOR CHRISTMAS, GIVE THE GIFT OF BEAUTIFUL POETRY!

Beautiful, meaningful, inspirational verse is not dead, nor goes unread, unfelt or unlived! In fact, it thrives and lives herewith…in “A Lover’s Anthem” by Elsan H. Stafford. Come see for yourself and obtain your very own copy of A Lover’s Anthem to read and enjoy and share for a lifetime. It’s now on sale for .99 cents/Kindle for the holidays atΒ amazon.com!

Also give the gift of poetic beauty to friends and loved ones. Give something inimitably beautiful and inspirational to enwhelm them for years to come: A Lover’s Anthem! Here.Β https://lnkd.in/ginPAZ7

https://lnkd.in/gNpRaVm

The Sand

Memories of love and loss just may be the strongest memories life curses and blesses us with!

πŸ’–
πŸ’™
πŸ’”

THE SAND

There we stood years ago, upon our emerald beach,
With pure love between us, and pure happiness within reach.
Years ago when you held my heart in the palm of your hand,
And I would caress your skin…that was the color of sand!

For how I loved and was loved by you, each and every day.
There in the summer surf, until the tide had swept away.
Then we would walk long, sweet walks along the shore…hand in hand.
And yes, how I truly loved you…and how you loved the sand!

Then cold tides reigned and dark clouds remained…for summer was past!
Then we were swept together in a life that couldn’t last.–
A life our seashore hearts never wanted…and never planned.
A life bereft of long, sweet walks…and of emerald sand.

But such is the illusion of passion and lovers’ youth,
And the bitterness that time gives maturity and truth.
The truest love you think you found and which time will withstand,
Through life’s frail fingers…can be as fleeting as grains of sand.

Still, though now I walk concrete shores and stroll an urban dawn,
And my one true love is now lost or dead, but somewhere gone;
Though I have found new life and hold some happiness in hand,
The past is not lost or dead. For God!…how I miss the sand!

πŸ’™πŸ’”πŸ’™

And if you liked this poetry, you may also like this poetry:
http://synergebooks.com/ebook_epicproportions.html

A LONELY SEA3

SENSE

This is for all the dreamers out there. All us unrequited dreamers.
😐
πŸ’™
😐
SENSE

Today is a gray day and filled
With a melancholia of rain.
My soul senses it every now and then…
A sense of loss that transcends anguish and pain.

It’s injustice, that’s what it is.
Each place you look, only darkness gleams.
To sense the errant cruelty of a world
That denies dreamers from achieving their dreams.

πŸ’™πŸ˜πŸ’™

And if you liked this poetry, you may also like this poetry:
http://synergebooks.com/ebook_epicproportions.html

Image may contain: one or more people, cloud, sky, outdoor and nature

Would It

WOULD IT

Sometimes you can depend on persistence and commitment for love to come. Sometimes on patience. And sometimes you just hope you’ll be lucky.
πŸ’œ
πŸ’™
πŸ’œ
WOULD IT

Down this lonely, errant beach
Where sand wrestles with the wind,
I have extended my reach,
And gone looking for a friend.

A complete stranger she can be,
But who would also love the wind.
Though I have cursed it and the sea,
As angels against God have sinned.

For I have been here too long alone,
Lost for what time and the sea might send:
One smile of love never seen or known,
Who even loneliness would befriend.

Would it you knew this lonely stretch of beach
And across the span of time could transcend.
Ah, would it love was once more within reach,
Might I find cause to live before the end.

But these are the foolish hopes that fools pretend
Who have too much time strolling the errant sea.
Still, you might chance by some dayβ€”sent by the wind!
Would it you were someone lonely just like me.

πŸ’™πŸ’œπŸ’™

And if you liked this poetry, you may also like this poetry:
http://synergebooks.com/ebook_epicproportions.html

RECLAMATION

PLAYING

I believe age is predominantly a state of mind. Attitude and happiness are a heck of a lot more!

😍
πŸ’–
😍

RECLAMATION

I’m going to seize the day.
I’m going out to live the life I should.
And I might not ever be coming back!

For I’m going out to play.
Though time has stolen my youth and childhood,
My heart is going out to claim them back!

πŸ’–
😍
πŸ’–

And if this poetry moves you, here’s more to do the same:
http://synergebooks.com/ebook_epicproportions.html

Previous Older Entries