© Cover art by Luke Borrill I am happy to announce that my second collection of poetry has been published by Alien Buddha Press and made a reality by Red Fox. This unique ekphrastic collection is a result of close collaboration with artists from South Africa, America and the UK. Most of the poems were … Continue reading ICARUS RISING – VOLUME 1:New Book Release by Don Beukes
© Photo Credit Marcel Herms The Gathering Empty Space – Black our self-inflicted melancholy born from hopelessness weighing down our daily existence in this ever increasing chaotic world fuelled by humanity's hunger for military, financial and digital power draining our own intended endeavours to remain self-sufficient, law abiding, positive and loyal to those who respect … Continue reading The Gathering – Glomag June2019
Thanks to Raja Williams my publisher from California for including me in another CTU Anthology…
The inner voice of a multitude
your words and aching lamentation
comforted generations still to soothe
melting hearts liquefying emotions
You once bid farewell to love
claimed no-one ever cared
if you should live or die
would we now hear one more cry?
A fixed smile barred your pain
what if you only once shared the strain?
You sang of sweetest dreams come true
glaring into eyes that adored you
asking let me be the one
yearning for a loving touch
how you longed to see the sun
the emptiness and lonely void too much
Oh how your universe sparkled
you felt on top of the world
he made your feelings fly
and shone his starlight down on you
As each last note was played
you realized every promise he made
broke before long at the end of each song
how you searched for a place
to hide away
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Collaboration with Marcel Herms
I dreamed that there were no borders or barriers
and everyone was coming and going all over.
There were no countries with complicated names
nor other languages difficult to pronounce.
There were no Latin or Jewish quarters,
consulates, embassies or customs.
We were dealing with John, Joseph and Peter,
having been forgotten the old records
at those big notary books of names like
Tudors, Stuarts, Windsors,
Whites, Browns and Smiths.
Priests, pastors, rabbis and teachers,
together they worshiped the same God,
the same saints and prophets,
praising the past history we lived
and sowing hope in the hereafter.
Restaurants, schools and hospitals,
all of them were open to anyone,
as well the parties, weddings and baptisms
and all other pleasures of the day to day.
© Edilson Afonso Ferreira
About the Author
A Brazilian poet, Mr. Ferreira, 74, writes in English rather than Portuguese. Largely published in international and selected…
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By Sarah Lamar King…
An angel without wings
Where my compass buries me
Laments capture night
In the darkness,
Laid to rest.
© Sarah Lamar King
Excerpt from the book “My North Star Misled Me”
About the Author
Sarah began writing poetry in the 3rd grade, her first collection of poetry being called ‘Poems Galore’. There were several times throughout life when she had to stop writing, times when she was silenced by life, was void of feeling, or felt too much to put anything on paper.
She finds solace in the elegiac poetry that she writes today. She began sharing some of her pieces on social media and realized how much feeling her poetry brought about in others, her ultimate goal. Sarah has always wanted to be an author and thanks to Creative Talents Unleashed and their publishing contract it was brought…
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Staring into the old mirror & what did she see?
Asking the image she saw, “are you really me?”
The old face looked back, a blank canvas in grey,
And answered, “no my dear, it´s not you, no way”.
She got out her paints & she primed all the seams,
Painting over the ruts & grooves in magnolia cream,
She brushed light dusting on cheeks, of soft pink rose,
Then she high-lighted brow-bones, her chin & her nose.
Now for the eyes, which had disappeared in drab wife,
With stroke of mascara & liner, she gave them new life,
Sad down-turned lips, she lined & filled with wine red,
With her painting complete, she then tossed her head.
“This old mirror, together with life, conspires against me,
And that familiar face in the glass, is not at all who I´ll be,
With my magic brushes & palette, I´ll now face…
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Look into her eyes, the windows of her soul.
Hidden story untold…
She uses her pain for strength
To block out the world that is so cold.
The tears you see wash away the fear of darkness.
She cannot find herself to be like them,
Thoughtless and heartless.
She puts on a smile with her head held high.
They sit there with the look of wonder,
How she could survive their thunder.
Because GOD got her covered!
© Tammy S. Thomas
Except from the book “Emotional Soul of a Poetess”
About the Author
You will never know unless you try. Those are the words that Tammy lives by. Born into a military family, she takes the motto “Be all you can be”, to another level. Tammy was inspired to write poetry at the age of fifteen through dealing with life’s experiences.
Her soulful style of poetry is catching like…
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