A chance to share a post on Danny’s blog.
A chance to share a post on Danny’s blog.
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
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 arranging, editing and formatting Mum’s poems while maintaining Mum’s ‘Voice’ – Not the easiest of things to do, especially when not familiar with some of the Ulster / Scots terminology used by everyone in Mum’s home town, even I struggle with it sometimes and I lived there for 27 years before leaving for other lands and climes.
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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 holidays, animals, imagination and creativity, depression and grief, among others; often overlapping with the ocean theme.”
Buy it from Smashwords in multiple eBook formats:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/641375
EBook version also available from Barnes & Noble, Apple iBooks, Kobo, and a few other eBook retailers.
Paperback coming soon!
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”!
A brief interlude
Of smooth bare arms
And female charms.
This verse crude
Must conclude
In lust
And dust.
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
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.
Only a fool
Can object to Rousseau’s rule,
For “the general will”
Can do no ill.
It is treason
To deny
That “the people” are guided by reason
And he who does so must die.
So say I
Until “the general will”
Does ill
Unto me
And we are no longer free …
—
http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/General_will#Jean-Jacques_Rousseau
The bee
Full of lustfull glee,
The budding flower,
Aches to probe.
She holds him in her power,
Disrobes
And does expose
The tender mysteries of the rose.
He takes
And her passion wakes,
Until winter gaunt
Puts an end to flaunt
Of bee
And rosetree.