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April 7, 2018
25 FREE Codes Available for my New Audio Book on Amazon.com
Family drama/ psychological thriller ‘Repent at Leisure’ is now available as an audio book. I have been given 25 free codes to use at the checkout on Amazon.com, and I am currently waiting to hear back from ACX to find out if I’m eligible for any UK codes as well.
If you would like a code, please email me at stevie@stevie-turner-author.co.uk and put ‘Audio Book’ in the subject box. Thank you.
Plagued by a troubled upbringing, Paul McAdam wakes to find a myste...
April 6, 2018
There Was A Young Lady Called Fay
There was a young lady called Fay
Who liked to say “haul away”.
So while out on a boat
In the middle of a moat
I hauled her overboard one day.
(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/haul/).
What Does It Profit A Man
What does it profit a man if he gain a good education
To benefit the nation,
In a subject he comes to loathe?
The wild rose
Goes
Unsmelt
But he dwelt
Amongst those
Who wore fine clothes.
What good does it profit a man if he considers wealth
A supreme good in and of itself?
His health
He loses,
Boozes
Away
To help him cope with his stressful day.
He may pay
For a yacht
But he has got
A hole
Where his soul
Should be.
I can not agree
With those who would level down society
For variety
Is good
...
There Was A Young Man Called Course
There was a young man called Coarse
Who rode a moral high horse.
I did hear tell
How one day he fell.
The people laughed of course.
I Am No Poet
I am no poet, for when,
At 10 AM
Men
Of letters drink beer
You will see
A sight most queer,
Namely me
Drinking tea
Or coffee,
So how can I a poet be?!
At 3 AM
When
Men
Of poetry are kept awake
By young ladies of ill repute,
There can be
No dispute
That you will find me
(Unbound)
Locked In the arms of sleep
Profound,
‘Tis enough to make me weep!
So while others get drunk
As the proverbial scunk
I shall sip my coffee
Or tea
And studiously avoid poetry …
April 5, 2018
NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 Friday
An opportunity for poets to tell others a little about themselves and to share a poem.
The Baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe want to show our support for WordPress community members participating in NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018. Throughout the month of April, we invite writers participating in the challenge to share some of their NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo writing on Fridays.
How to participate: Tell us more about yourself! Are you a new blogger? An old pro? Is this your first time partic...
Some Memories and Prose Poetry
A powerful reading by Rebecca of her poem “Memories”.
I am still here.
It is a miracle. I have not had the time to submit writing for publishing as I did during graduate school and before my daughter was born. Even in graduate school, I had to squeeze in the writing and editing time.
My writing tends to focus on doing the writing and editing. I’ve worked on a second project since I stopped work on my eight year project, Sons of the Edisto. About four years ago, I started put...
Frigid
A short dress.
One can caress
At the right price.
Some call it vice
But she has a “nice”
Smile.
There can be no denial
That she will do what she must.
To satisfy their lust,
For she can not afford
To be rigid
As a headboard.
But inside
She is frigid
For love long since died.
(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/frigid/
Poet and the sky: Poem by K. Morris
Many thanks to Maje for publishing the below poem, which can be found in my collection of poetry “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. “Lost” is available in the Amazon Kindle store and from Moyhill Publishing in both paperback and ebook format.
Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind (an excerpt)
On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped...
April 4, 2018
A Clack Of Black High-Heeled Shoes
A clack
Of black
High-heeled shoes.
And bare white
Skin
Says delight
And a ruse
To draw him in …
