All Blog Posts Tagged 'poem' (61)

IN LIGHT OF MY NEW BOOK COMING OUT IN APRIL, WHICH IS THE SEQUL OF DUAL KARMA, I LOWERED MY PRICES FOR A LIMITED TIME.



CHILDREN WILL BE ON A 5 DAY FREE PROMOTION

3/10-3/14



PRECIOUS WILL BE ON SALE FOR $0.99 UNTIL SEPTEMBER 21ST



DUAL KARMA FOR KINDLE WILL BE ON SALE FOR $3.99 UNTIL SETEMBER 21ST



DUAL KARMA FOR PAPERBACK WILL BE ON SALE ON CREATESPACE FOR $8.18 (IF THERE ARE ANY CHANNALS THAT HAVE IT CHEAPER I WILL LET EVERYONE KNOW)…

While at the beach, I wrote these two thingies.  I live in the mountains, so they match.

O Goddess, God
Dance with me tonight
Dance on the sand
in the lapping waves
your ocean heals
your salt air fills my lungs
show me, please
the calm.

Oh Goddess, God
Dance with me today
Dance in the grass
in the dew of each blade
your mountains heal
your sweet air fills my lungs
show me, please
the calm.

TADA!!!

Hello, are you there?

My friend I am here, within your lair.

I come to you for knowledge and wisdom.

For half of this is your benevolent kingdom. 

My lips whisper to you for your permission.

To seek your gift of life and precognition.

Sorry for how I treated you before.

I didn't know I needed but to open that closed door.

But, my friend, it is all now clear.

For I will not shutter and hide from you in fear.

The day would…

Sarah Warren Prince Osborne, a poem for my 10th great grandmother one of the first of three to be accused, & died during the Salem Witch Trials in Salem Massachusetts May 10th 1692. 

A spring day, on March 1st, 1692 indeed, a beautiful view

In Suffolk County near a river or…

Almost safe inside my sanctuary -

it's not that I'm afraid of solitude.

Yes, there is loneliness, but why delude

myself?  In my heart, I must stay wary.

People will hurt you once your guard is down.

Hurt upon hurt - it gets hard to repair.

Still, I find that, in the end, I do care.

With no lifebelt, I fear that I might drown.

I just don't know the answers anymore -

as if I ever did.  Does…

Hope sometimes comes to us

in pastel shades.

It isn't always

either

black or white,

or even grey.

I feel that hope,

when needed most,

will often be

revealed in

pastel shades.

(« Goldfish Pulling a Snail Cart » by James Pollock)

« Perseverance » is the fourth of the series of segues composed to join the tracks of…

(« Detail of a poster for the International Hygiene Exhibition 1911 in Dresden » by Franz von Stuck)

« Understanding » is the third segue in the series that I have written…

(« Holzfigur Engelchen auf Halbmond » by 4028mdk09)…

(« Lebenslauf » by Adi Holzer)

« Vigilance » is the second of a series of short segues that I have composed in order to combine already existing pieces into one larger, continuous whole.

Each of the segues highlights a…

It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,

wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal one

stirs.



Wisps of death shrouds her brooding form,

an everlasting agony.



Her midnight hair cascades over

pale and delicate shoulders, and her

full crimson…

Ah me, that my heart has lost thee.

Thine eyes shone through

so powerfully,

welling with tears-

the undeniable

shaking experience

of such illness, lingering

within thine soul.

Thy darkest demons

stole thee away from me.

I shall capture thee,

forever within memory.

Composed as Deaths'

darkest bride,

thy eyes remain

shut to me forever.

Melissa Y.…

(« Dance Of Fire » by SarThePhotographer)

« Purposefulness » is the first of a series of short segues that I have put together in the hopes of joining existing compositions into one continuous piece of music.

In order to preserve the surprise, I won't…

Water flows, winds throw,

the earth resounds, and fire glows;

Power abounds.

Have not yet decided if this would make a decent haiku or poem.

He gave her breath of life.

She had feelings in her heart.

Unexplainable emotions.

It felt right from the start.

But he let the air out.

Then he put her away.

Put on a shelf, to use another day.

She knew she was alive.

But he didn't see her that way.

She was just a love doll.

Seen only in a sexual way.

("A free body diagram of a mass on an inclined plane" by Mets501)

Will the island turn into an archipelago ? More poetry today...

How long have I hankered

For the right way to go

How far have I wandered

To know what I now…