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Enjoy your time fishing, traveling, writing or reading, or whatever you like. Caroline
Autism is a heartbreaker; how devastating!
Thanks for the poem. Caroline
If I were at the Kennedy-De Niro press conference on vaccines and toxic mercury yesterday, I would have read this—
By Jon Rappoport
Members of the press, it’s an honor to be here among you today, especially since I’ve been told that, in this room, where press conferences are held often, people read poems. Is this not correct? I have also been told that journalists gobble up and spread far and wide these poems, and are overjoyed to hear them. No? Have I been misinformed? Well, regardless, I’m going to read a poem I wrote now, and I sincerely hope you listen to it; because it is listening to you:
there was no way to deny it or get around it
her little boy started screaming after the shot
and then 2 days later
the world shut down
he sat in a corner
he lay in…
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It is with great pleasure I bring you a brand new cover for my debut poetry collection I call poetic leaves. Dani from Brazil, a digital artist, has made this for me. The digital is up on Amazon and hopefully later this week the print will be live! It’s absolutely the belle of the ball …. Exquisite!
I like this.
I prefer to be on top, instead
Of six feet under, where I may
Lose the passing time of day
I want to be above the lands
With my fiddle, in my hands
Playing to the sky, and sun
With a simple pluck, or a searing strum
Yes, my music summons, my dear Raven
Who guards me closely, in my haven
©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
Poetry & Art go together in any weather, tell stories, and ignite further creativity bringing our senses the applause due.
Ignite the flames of passion
With one simple kiss
©2017 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
by Caroline Clemens
The bleak outlook of a cold winter’s day,
Makes waltz’s misstep as slippery ice brings,
Hardened limbs and hearts, like branches and things.
The red heart pulses, while eyes visualize grey.
Can they dance if a mind has gone away?
Echoes past in cathedral loudly rings,
One and two and breathe; loves melody sings.
Stilled and quiet, winter grieves her lost love.
The sympathies of ages mark time in church.
Yet, sapphire souls seek freedom in futile search.
Their lonely griefs covered with knitted glove,
The Winter’s Dance keeps time like bell above,
Unites them through winter wondrous trees of birch.
Loves end lasts forever, not winter’s lurch.
~2 verse, 7 lines, 10 syllable w/ 1,4,5 and 2,3,6,7 to rhyme describing winter, love and the end/changing of both.
Photography by Kim Troike
My fellow blogger Sally has a Xmas post of authors. Have a look.
I am very excited and delighted, that two amazing writers who are in the bookstore and who have given me huge encouragement over the last three years, have brought their new books out for Christmas. If you love fantasy and the supernatural then these two books will make ideal gifts… treat yourself or book loving friends and family.
Also D.G. Kaye’s latest book P.S. I Forgive You is free from today until 23rd of December and you will find details later in the post.
It is of course ladies first and just two days ago Tina Frisco uploaded her much anticipated new book Vampyrie – Origin of the Vampire– to Amazon. So here it is hot off the press.
About the book
What if vampires were not the undead, but rather the dying? What if there were two factions among vampires: the sustained and the unsustainable? And what if…
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From Gardenlilie Publishing to you and yours, I wish you a Merry Christmas!
Whatever you celebrate this season, which for kids revolves around Santa, may it be special and full of goodies from his sleigh.
Photo of my son Matthew with Tigger, train, tree, Santa, his sleigh and an ice cold coke.