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December 21, 2015
Weight of the World
A moving poem by a young lady from India. Kevin
Ummm… Life is seriously a game… People screem on you even if it’s not your fault and people screem on you even if you do something good for them…
May be I’m 15, but I don’t feel so.
I have to take care of many things,
Running all day and keeping up all night long.
There are different teachers at school
and I have to work for them all,
because if I don’t they’ll punish me and
may be keep me in the same grade for some time more.
Every teach...
December 20, 2015
Great Readers!
The best thing about blogging are the readers and mine are really valuable to me. I love interacting with them on my blog and on theirs. Thank you so much for being the best!
The wonderful Doug over athttps://dougstuber.wordpress.com/ left me two amazing poems as comments today. I was thrilled! What a wonderful Christmas surprise. They are way too good to be hidden away in the comments so I wanted to share them with you all!
Ah Tuscany….
At...
“The Light Of Dawn And Other Poems” By Victoria (Tori) Zigler – Book Review
“The Light Of Dawn” by Victoria (Tori) Zigler is a highly enjoyable and thought provoking collection of poetry. The poems range from verse dealing with the passing of the seasons through to poems about the natural world and more humorous verses. In the latter category “The Finest Young Man From New York” made me smile as did the author’s other humorous poems.
As regards the more serious poems in this collection, Victoria’s “Time Stopped” particularly resonated with me,
“I swear this night won...
My book is here!
This book is certainly on my list of books to be read. Kevin
My book finally arrived today, which means the first orders have been shipped! With notes and love. If you would like a copy of my book, which includes poems you will never see on here, then you have some options!
Kindle: here
Blurb (best for US): here
Bigcartel (best if you are UK or want a note from me): marianneeloise.bigcartel.com
Thank you so much to everyone who has ordered already, I can’t wait for you to...
Chip
The weather seems colder
As you grow older.
The chip on your shoulder
May become a boulder
Weighing you down.
Be careful lest you drown
In your overwhelming sense of wrong.
Do please change that old song
It has gone on to long.
The record is stuck
Stop wallowing in muck.
The truth is we make our own luck!
Flying
I heard
A beautiful bird.
She sang of joy
To man and boy,
And nectar sweet
That I might eat.
She said, “I have flown high
And been lost in the great sky.
Come with me, you can be as I”.
I flew with her, but she did lie.
To A disillusioned Idealist
What is this youth?
This search for truth?
What is this heart
You have not the art
To conceal
But must reveal
Your ideals?
What is this age
This rage
That the world does not conform
To some abstract plan
of man?
History does warn.
Why then so forlorn?
December 19, 2015
A Kind Of Love
She wraps me in her warm embrace.
In her face, a kind of grace.
We race
Towards our goal,
To be whole,
For a moment one.
Then it is gone.
We dress and move on.
Cliche
It is a fine day
And there are bills to pay.
“We will be good tomorrow”
“There will be no more sorrow”.
The clichéd things we say
And there are bills to pay …
Crow
The black crow
Will come and go.
This I know
‘Twas always so.
