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July 9, 2016
Midas
“His crisp white shirt.
Her short skirt.
The way they flirt
One would never know
It where so”.
“Know what?”
“That Cupid’s arrow was never shot.
She has sold
Her soul for Midas’s gold,
And the gods fortell
It won’t end well”.
Meet and Greet: 7/9/16
A chance to share a post on Danny’s blog.
It’s the Meet and Greet weekend!! Ok so here are the rules:
Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post. Reblog this post. It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone! Edit your reblog post and add tags. Feel free to leave your link multiple times! It is okay to update your link for more exposure every day if you want. It is up to you! Share this post on social media. Many of my non-blogger friends love...The Hidden Heart
Lying there
You appear not to care.
A motion,
A building ocean.
A reaction,
Leading to a kind of satisfaction
On someone’s part
While the heart
Sighs
And inwardly dies
July 8, 2016
A poetic legacy – from Chris Graham, the Story Reading Ape #books
Thank you Sue for this wonderful opportunity to talk about Mum’s recently published book ‘My Vibrating Vertebrae: and other poems’.
Before I do though, I’d also like to thank two other special people:
My little sister, Lorna, for finding, compiling and typing all Mum’s poems she could find before sending them to me for further action. I know this was a true labour of love for her.
My lovely author friend and editor, Jo Robinson, for doing such a great job of arrangin...
Book Release: The Ocean’s Lullaby and Other Poems by Victoria (Tori) Zigler
I am pleased to publish the below announcement by my author friend, Victoria (Tori) Zigler:
The Ocean’s Lullaby And Other Poems
By Victoria Zigler
Published: July 09, 2016
“A collection of more than 40 poems of various styles and lengths, many of which have an ocean theme to them.
As well as having an ocean theme in many cases, the poems in this collection explore a variety of other themes, using a variety of different tones; some funny, and others of a more serious nature. Themes include h...
The Poet and the Workman
Poet: “Why do you dig a hole my good man?”
Workman: “Because I can,
While those who are not able
Sit at a table,
Wasting time
Trying to make their verses rhyme”!
Poet: “I have a plan
To make my lines scan.
Kindly move your van
And I will be on my way
To versify the livelong day”.
“Workman: Why bless my soul
This poet droll
So intent was he on his goal
Of writing verse,
That the man’s fallen into that there hole,
To be a rhymer is most perverse”!
Interlude
A brief interlude
Of smooth bare arms
And female charms.
This verse crude
Must conclude
In lust
And dust.
July 7, 2016
Ode of the Dying Snowflake by Blair Gaulton
Ode of the Dying Snowflake
I am a dying snowflake.
Smiling;
at oblivion’s laugh;
as my time goes past.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)July 2016
July 6, 2016
Midnight Rose
No light garish and red
Only night’s dead hour,
and the flower
Whose bloom
Was gone to soon.
The moon
Shonne on
The rose picked
And stripped
By the wind that trifles,
Rifles,
And is gone.
