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Do you honestly have nothing more to do
Than make multiple accounts with the last name stephani,
and contact every ******* person on hellopoetry?
trying to scam or spam or whatever the hell it is you do
To try and manipulate good people who don't even know you?
Take your blessing and shove it up your ****
If you really liked our profiles you'd follow us
Instead of being
The most pathetic creep on hellopoetry.
Sincerely,
not today, not ever
Not hellopoetry
If a "stephani" you don't know sends you a message with their email attached, don't give them any info it is an ongoing scam, thank you.
Anne Faye Dec 2014
Please be careful and don't reply or email the profile stephanibaby, they have been scamming people and sending them messages saying things like


Hello,
I am Miss stephani, I have go through your profile, Well according to your profile,on this site I think I've taken an interest in it. We can get to know each other better through this way, my email is (stephanicuma@hotmail.com)
WRITE DIRECT TO MY EMAIL ID I have something important to tell you.i hope to hear from you. Thanks yours ,
stephani


Guys please be careful, thank you
Žõhņ Đõhņ Jul 2015
"Hello Poetry" people please remove the account the person tryed to scam me on this site. The name is the one above
Don't believe a word from that person.

"King of Poetry" my poem is coming
Anonymity Sep 2016
Lord knows I've never felt this way.
Lord knows I felt it from the start.
I'm in love with the woman with soft green eyes and a giving heart.

She dances through my very soul,
And no moment well spent when apart,
I'm in love with the woman with soft green eyes and a giving heart.

God has given me the greatest gift,
And I will cherish her until our souls depart,
I'm in love with the woman with soft green eyes and a giving heart.
even though he was the one who ended things
I was the one who chose not to be friends
because one day if he moved on it would crush me
I think that's why they say, all good things must end
I know I loved him more than my life
but is this life of mine worth giving
and now that he is gone and were not close
is this life that I have worth living
I made so many promises to him
we said forever and always when we dated
but now it seems there is no for ever
all these outcomes I hadn't even debated
but what do I do now that were done
do I try and live out my life
do I forget I ever loved you dearly
and let someone else become your wife?
A poem I found from someone who messaged me which reflected what I thought she was thinking .. :'c not my work.
Olivia Kent Apr 2015
Hello.
nice meeting you,
I am miss (stephani),i like your profile on hellopoetry.com/.please reply me at(stephanicuma@hotmail.com)i have much more to discuss with you.thanks
and remain blessed.
stephani.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS May 2020
I have always dated beautiful, and bright, women. I never married,
probably because of the trauma of growing up with a father and
mother who were so desperarately unhappy, but never divorced.
When I was a freshman at Columbia, I dated a Barnard freshman
named Stephani Cook. When Stephani was a senior, she entered a
nationwide contest sponsored by Glamour Magazine for the best
dressed coed in America. In effect, it was a contest for the most
beautiful coed in America. Stephani won, a win that launched her
on a  multi-year career with the most prominent modeling agency
in the world, the Ford Agency in New York City. Thus, she graced
the covers of the most famous women's magazines such as Seventeen
and others. In the early 1980s, she authored the book "Second Life,"
which was an incredibly well crafted account of her years growing
up and her excruciatingly painful early years of adulthood. And
though I dated beautiful and bright women throughout my life,
really one of the happiest facets of my life, the most beautiful
woman I ever encountered I saw in the film "Casablanca" made
in the early 1940s starring Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman.
Ingrid Bergman, simply put, is the most mesmerizing, transcendently
beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I really cannot put into
words why she is, by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
When she came to Hollywood in the late 1930s, the studio moguls
said she needed to change her name, that she was too tall, and
that her nose was too big. Ingrid's riposte, an important part of her
exquisite beauty, I believe, was she was not going to change her
name, that her height did not bother her, and that she would not
undergo any plastic surgery. In "Casablanca," Ingrid first appears
as she enters Rick's Cafe Americain with her husband. I click at
that moment to freeze that frame so I can gaze, for as long as I
wish, at Ingrid's face (she never wore make-up), even from a
distance. It is iridescent, and every time I do this, I am transfixed
for minutes. That scene, that one scene, is the most extraordinary
moment of all the scenes of all the great movies I have ever watched.
I wish Ingrid were still alive so I could tell her what I've just shared
with you.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

every time I do this,    
her h
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocte his entire adult life.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS May 2023
I'm walking down a country road just west
of Silver Lake with my dog, Cinder. Just east
is the Kansas River, woods between it and me.
I'm not alone exactly. With me are Sherry,
Stephani, Kathleen, Susan, Cara, Anne, Cynthia,
Nancy, Kristin, and Patricia--at least in memory.
As I amble, I'm in a trance. Moments of laughter.
Afternoons of picnics--hotdogs, potato salad,
lemonade. Trips to the Rockies. Steamboat Springs
was my favorite destination. When you got high
enough in the mountains, not only could you see
their majesty, but even better, you could smell
the fragrance of the evergreens, the ultimate high.
Rafting down the Arkansas River sometimes,
down the Colorado other times. A melange of
memories. Decades of intimacy, nights of passion.
Some tears, but more kisses than tears. Cinder
kept up with me as I would occasionally kick up
dust as I continued my country walk. If was as if
I were walking through my past. I guess that's
exactly what I was doing, remembering the mountain
air, the tender touches, the silence lying side by side.
I was taking a walk down a country road with Cinder,
but we were not alone.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
I got me a dear rico step ya danny. oops I mean a derrick stephani message.

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