Tagged: Poetry

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There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want

I got so many ‘nothings’ on my list, that I decided to drop them all (too many nothings aren’t so healthy), and just rest. You may call it ‘being lazy’, but in my eyes – I have achieved a lot. “Everybody seems to think I’m lazy I don’t mind, I think they’re crazy. Running everywhere at such a speed Till they find there’s no need.” J. Lennon  I know I...

Writing as a team…

Writing a book has probably been on your to-do list for a very long time. It’s your “maybe”, “ah, someday”, “biggest dream,” or “after I finish A, S, and Z”.  You’ve accomplished a lot in your lifetime… but, you just can’t seem to get a book out the door. So why hasn’t it happened? You can do it! Ray is inviting you to collaborate on the book in genres: poetry,...

A drop of ink may make a million think…

Frank Prem, in his last newsletter, asked: Do you consider yourself to be a poetry reader, and if so, what sort of poetry do you find interesting to read? Where do you find it? Yes, I am a poetry reader. My first book was a poetry book about animals. I couldn’t read it (yet), but I memorized it (when my parents read it to me), so everybody thought that I...

The Worms

inspired by Charles Bukowski “Burning in water. Drowning in flame” I sit among the worms
 Telling myself: this world is upside down
 And tomorrow When I wake up Everything that stinks and crawls inside of my head Will die. I sit and wait. My heart is hanging from the mouth for so long It has forgotten how to behave when the hunger begins and the sorrow eats you up. Just disturbing, you...

But on paper, things can live forever

I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child. Vladimir Nabokov NEWS ALERT 👮‍♂️ I wrote it today, after conversation with Will – writersenvy.me blog  and Libre Paley – How LONG is this going to take? Yesterday I told Will that I’m probably going to kill my narrator 😂 and he said it would be fun to watch how he/or she (in my case –...

Book Review “Small Town Kid” (memoir/poetry), Frank Prem

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.” John Banville From the dark, cold and tangled branches emerges a butterfly… called Ray. Where he’d go with a new set of wings? Haha To the book of inspiration, memories, radiating energy, harmony, joy of childhood, humour, change, ache and truth – “Small Town Kid” by Frank Prem. The book overflows with warm descriptions of mcalpine’s cherries, the laws of football, the...

Ape and God

(a poem by Poetic Murderer)  An ape once in the jungle Awoke to a weird question “What is life”, it thought, And instantly was human. In many ways an ape still It copied things it saw, And sought to understand Their bizarre nature. Inventing fire as to burn Bright like the midday sun; Tools sharp as tiger’s claws And boats to roam the seas. Not satisfied with its creations The...