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In the corridors of love, at the crossroads of loneliness, we stand at our most vulnerable. As the winds of love swirl, we are often ill prepared for the portends and promises that they carry. The longing, lust, fear and deception. But also the hope, renewal and lessons of love. In this book, may we be strengthened by the memory of things we have survivedy, soothed with the understanding of perspective, and comforted with hope of things to come.May these poems, prose and short stories touch each of us in our own particular way.
Here’s a peek at the back cover summary;
In the corridors of love,
At the crossroads of loneliness,
We stand at our most vulnerable.
As the winds of love swirl, we are often ill-prepared for the portends and promises they carry;
The longing, fear, and deception.
The intimacy, and the horrors of heartbreak.
But also the…
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Poetry for love
We had only minutes and hours together.
We wanted everything and we wanted nothing.
I remember how your eyes tempted me.
They danced like the wild Pacific sea for me.
I held you closely often and we loved each other without needed promises to break.
Today I whisper.
I love you sweet Kelly. You are my secret love that can’t be forgotten.
Everything and nothing…
I made the fatal decisions. I kissed her lips and we danced the Texas two-step to the country songs.
I serenaded her with words of love and
I remembered the essence of her skin.
The smell of free flowers and we submerged into the aura where lovers are free and true.
She was Texas beauty and I was a Soldier.
She told me an Soldier’s promise is. “Just words to spin the mind of the…
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I saw a face….
I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.
The face brought back a sweet memory.
Was once a sweet memory.
She walked toward me and she embraced me tightly.
She told me. “Johnnie, you are the same. Your kind face is still gentle and kind.”
We faced each other like two old boxers. We did not know if we friends or foes.
I held the hug the tightly and I told her. Jenny, you are more beautiful today than the yesterday of our youth.
She gave me a sad smile, remembering our the aura of our goodbye. Not a goodbye spoken.
Just allowed the highway and life to deprive us of any chance to know the torch of love. She asked me.
“Let’s drink some coffee and talk. I never forgot your kindness. You accepted me and treated me with love and gentleness…
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Check out the cover design of my latest poetry chapbook, “Together, Apart and the Road to Recovery”!
What do you think?!
I finished up the manuscript of the new chapbook this weekend and set a release date: May 28, 2021. This would be great reading over the long Memorial Day weekend (wink, wink). The collection more than 60 original poems on love, loss, grief and recovery.
All this week, I will be previewing some of the final poems that made it into the collection. Many of the poems have appeared here previously on my blog, but now for the first time, you can get an eBook or paperback version of the chapbook.
After I publish the final version of the book on May 28, those poems that I have published here in their preliminary form will be removed and can only be found in their new book form!
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
old faces reappear
with new ones making an entrace too
rejoicing the changed times
at big city meet ups
for celebrations freeing us
to be ourselves once again
sorrows and stories exchanged
reconnecting to what once was
and holding on tighter now
a new reality begins for us
with renewed hope for a better future
Your winter coat lies on the bed of a decaying forest
the silence is as hard as pounding hooves or soft as the moon rising
in your kingdom of stars.
Gurkski’s ” Il me faut t’abandonne”
“Come dusk is when my mind walks out
from where I fence myself in,
my dark room of nightly delights where
I encounter her, my queen of all things blue
and we fight right from the start
To make me love her even more.
I place the hands of my heart to gather
my hunting spirit, follow her footprints
into our forests of love and war.”
Von Liebe und Krieg — Of love and war
Translation to German by Bernd @ Neues Vom Hutschi
NICHT BEREIT DAFÜR REISE ICH,
UM ZU ÜBERLEBEN,
DURCH ERINNERUNGEN, DIE SICH EINFINDEN,
DA LIEGT DEIN WINTERMANTEL,
WO EINST UNSERE RÜCKEN WAREN,
HALB BEGRABEN IM FALLENDEN…
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it may seem obvious but once you begin tangles will grow a lie's life all it's own vines wound round tightened with retelling knotted numbers of mistruths curled to choke your heart from the inside out disrupting the ecosystem of yourself edging toward extinction ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 What's in a word? Quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub - Join a friendly community of poets HERE
Don’t bear under the load of an overthinkingmind pulling you down to an bottomless abyss
nor nurture those miscreant views making you buoyant never leaving your thoughts
be that fervent force which no one can tame and let the world dissolve under your eldritch uproar
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