How easy to judgement pass
As we sit in our house of glass
Watching the foolish trip by
On heels high.
How simple it is to sneer
At those who in joy and fear
Lose
Themselves in shoes
Passing near.
With our clear view
We watch the stupid stew
And smile
In denial
For ‘Tis not me and you …
He speaks in metaphors
Of doors
That with reluctance open
And flowers, their stems broken
By the passionate gale
That leaves pale
Ghosts behind.
In his mind
He sees
The bees
Sup from the flower’s heart.
The rain start
To fall
And summer joys, turn to gall.
I have always felt an afinity with birds.
Birds singing bringing to mind you, their song tearing my heart in two. Birdsong expressing what I can not express, my inadequate thoughts on life and death. Unaware of their own mortality, birds sing wild and free.
Hello everyone. The Four Naughty Chimps are back and it’s time to get jiggy! None other than the one and only Chris Graham, better known to you as The Story Reading Ape, is here today. And I’ve decided to throw him a party. Woot!
Chris/Ape is such a multi-talented individual, making book cover designs and promo trailers. Not to mention his tireless promotion of Indie authors. I’m going to start this party by showing you a sample of something new he’s doing — 3-D images of book covers. I was so excited to see Atonement, Tennessee in 3-D!
The Prices, etc, can be found at: http://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/tsra-3d-books/
It wouldn’t be a party if I didn’t invite everyone to come out and play. When I saw the wonderful 3-D image, on a whim I challenged our Ape/Chris to write a quick story relating to 3-D. Not only did he go 3-D…
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A lone wolf
At the edge of the pack
Feels no lack
Of comrades true
For through
The clouds his friend,the moon, breaks.
He howls and wwakes
The ancient fear
In those dwelling near.
The hunter his gun aims.
The wolf’s brains
Explode.
There is no need to reload.
Taking up the body of his friend
He glances at the clouds which portend
A storm.
The sky so dark and forlorn.
Alone
At home
He sits
And strips
The carcass bare.
The pack neither know nor care
About the hunter’s prey.
They will commune
With the moon
Another day.
I am pleased to publish the below poem, “Dreadfully Drained” by Jayne King. For Jayne’s poem, “Sleepless 1 and 2” please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2016/01/30/sleepless-1-and-2-by-jayne-king/.
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On the sofa I’m falling asleep,
But in bed I lay awake.
Why this bizarre occurance?
Life’s no piece of cake.
Work is so draining,
Everyone wants a piece of me.
I’m merely human, you know?
Why can’t they just let me be?
This can’t be all to life,
Please, someone tell me there’s more.
People are quick to ask for favours,
But when I ask, I’m shown the door.
With all these things floating around,
My fatigue growing the wrong way,
Unsure when or if answers will come,
It’s no wonder sleep stays away.
Once, as a child I grasped a thing in dream.
It did seem
That if I held it tight
This object of delight
Could be retained beyond the night.
On awaking, I put away my dream in a drawer
And can find it no more.
Where it did go
I do not know.
Yet I think of it from time to time
And lose myself in rhyme.
My old friend, Jeff Grant told me the following story about his time in the army.
… “Reminds me of a story that went around in the army. The army weren’t exactly noted for the depth and rigour of their educational classes. But we had one
once a week in basic training. i can remember nothing whatever about it except this story that went the rounds. A squad of raw recruits were taken by their
NCO to their education class. He told them, as he left – “You’re going to get a lecture on Keats this afternoon. And you’d better take notice, ‘cos when
I come back I’ll want to know what a Keat is.”
(For Jeff’s blog please go to, https://besonian.wordpress.com/).
Kevin
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