The Mohican.Poem.Norman Ball

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NORMAN BALL (BA Political Science/Econ, Washington & Lee University; MBA, George Washington University) is a well-travelled Scots-American businessman, author and poet whose essays have appeared in Counterpunch, The Western Muslim and elsewhere. His new book “Between River and Rock: How I Resolved Television in Six Easy Payments” is available here. Two essay collections, “How Can We Make Your Power More Comfortable?” and “The Frantic Force” are spoken of here and here. His recent collection of poetry “Serpentrope” is published from White Violet Press. He can be reached at returntoone@hotmail.com.

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Except Seven None Return from Caer Sidhi.Poem. Ian Irvine(Hobson)

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We are never quite done


 with the gloomy castle


 it shadows all our domestic hours


  from birth through the sapling years


 and on.


 


 It stands on a steep embankment


 surrounded by a thick, dark forest


 and from its battlements


      unlucky souls observe in the distance


 a glass-green ocean


 a starry firmament.


 


 Below, in the icy castle grounds, 


      huddle mournful souls


 freezing and forgotten by all


      but their closest kin—


 a melancholy place


 but nothing eternal to it.


 


 The sun that rises elsewhere


       will not penetrate this structure


 hidden as it is, under northern mists, 


 wizard spells and optical illusions 


 of light and dark.


  


Though the city is your new mistress


        you may encounter this castle


 in dreams


 animated by an almost human moon,


 the eerie chatter of small  


 flitting things—not exactly bats—


 and damp torches burning tentatively


 on, towering ramparts.  


 


 And you may encounter stone griffins 


  or other frozen phantasmagoria ,


  and ponder why it is 


 that you always approach Her


  in the dark 


 with frost stinging your skin


 and the air painful to breathe.


 


 And there’s never any wind 


 it’s always so still and ponderous— 


 like a painting:


 an ocean of souls (anticipating fire)


 ominous clouds (dull and lifeless)


 and


 the muddled heavens


 so vast, so domed, so utterly silent. 


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Ian Irvine is an Australian-based poet/lyricist, fiction writer and non-fiction writer. His work has featured in many Australian and international publications, including Fire (UK) ‘Anthology of 20th Century and Contemporary Poets,’ (2008) which contained the work of poets from over 60 nations.His work has also appeared in a number of Australian national poetry anthologies, and he is the author of three books and co-editor of many more (including Scintillae 2012, an anthology of work by over 50 Victorian and international writers and poets). He currently teaches writing and literature at Bendigo TAFE and Victoria University (Melbourne) and lives with fellow writer Sue King-Smith and their children on a 5 acre block near Bendigo, Australia.

 

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http://www.scribd.com/IanHobson

 

 

 


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Eulogy for Harley. Poem. Sara L Russell
		

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 Harley Pic


Do you hear unspoken thought,




  Do you fly now, with the birds,






As the rest of us stay caught between our futile deeds and words?






  In the endless dome of sky






  Make a territory of dreams






While we can only cry for how finite a lifetime seems















Are you floating down the styx






  Like Egyptian cats of old?






Do you dine with Tut and Ramesis in palaces of gold?






  In the finite span of life






  And the cycles of the moon






We can only make short plans for anything that ends too soon















A final resting place






  Is no prison for a soul






We are elemental as the air that keeps our planet whole






  In your light and playful way






 You will always follow me






Outside in the garden where the angels set you free.










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I think we got Harley in 2001 (but I need to verify that with my husband Tom.) It was Guy Fawkes Night when we picked him up from the cat rescue place in Crawley. He was two I think, as I think his age would have been fifteen around November this year. I wanted a black and white “dinner jacket” cat and he fitted the bill perfectly.




His previous owner called him Bob. I thought that was a daft name for a cat, so called him Harley, partly because, being black and white, he had a harlequin look. Also because I am a rock/metal fan and the name Harley is associated with the Harley Davidson motorcycle.




He died on Friday 13th September 2013, humanely put to sleep at the vets, due to discomfort breathing, with an enlarged heart and water retention problems.




I think these video links will make people laugh and help them build a picture in their minds of Harley’s eccentric personality. Sara Russell.










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VIDEO LINKS:




I trained Harley to miaow in the right place to sing along with Figaro (YouTube link:       http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZARuxK4p0l8  (Preview)        )




Harley also appears in this video of two cats arguing in our garden:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2e6z2FeWvZQ  (Preview)  




He also stars in this video of where he has a fight with a rabbit glove puppet:      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soai_aYx6Ow  (Preview)  




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AKA @pinkyandrexa Poet, Artist, Cartoonist, Goth, Time Traveller. Friend of cats everywhere. Former Editor of Poetry Life & Times. Founder of http://thevideopoets.ning.com/ … See also http://creativethinkersintl.ning.com/profile/SaraLouiseRussell plus over a million poetry links online.


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Sara Louise Russell , whose internet name is “PinkyAndrexa”, is a UK poet who has earned a well-deserved reputation as a highly respected twenty-first century poetry publisher and poet. She was the founder and Editor-in-Chief of Poetry Life & Times, one of the world’s premier poetry E-zines, which ran monthly from 1998-2006 under her tutelage. She has always been in on the scene with graphic design, animation, 3D art, web design, sign writing, photography, film and poetry recital videos. Sara is founder and current editor of Paper Li.  Poetry Lifetimes and the online  Ning network The Video Poets. Her poetry has been published in Artvilla, AuthorsDen, Hello Poetry, The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry (Describe Adonis Press, Ottawa, © 2005), Sonnetto Poesia, Word Machinist and more, as well as in several e-books by Kedco Studios Inc. (USA). Her skills as a sonneteer are particularly remarkable. 


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The War Poet. Poem. Jeff Green
		

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He ripped away the patriotic fog 


by painting scenes of brutal blood and gore, 


of tedium and unrelenting slog 


to show the world the horrors of the war. 


He learned from all the greatest of the age. 


Sassoon would coax from him his finest art: 


the voice that told a generation’s rage, 


with passions stolen from a broken heart. 


When all was won and death still greater waste, 


he gave his life as millions had before. 


The news gave peace a lasting bitter taste, 


and emphasised the dreadful final score. 


There is no sweet and fitting way to die; 


his verses showed the world that greatest lie. 


 


Jeff Green, who lives in Harrow, UK. is by training and inclination a scientist, is also a long-time lover of words. Of himself, he says, “I started writing poetry for others when I included brief rhymes in Christmas cards for a group of lovely young ladies about five years ago, but had always played with the sound of words for my own amusement. The girls all wanted to read each others verses and asked for more, one of them encouraged me to find a wider audience, and after much nagging I did so. Writing regularly lead me to understand what I really like in poetry, and that is how I got here!”  www. allpoetry.com/cricketjeff


This sonnet is pre-published with the permission of the Editor-in-chief from:Richard Vallance, editor-in-chief. The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Anthology of sonnets of the early third millennium = Le Phénix renaissant de ses cendres : Anthologie de sonnets au début du troisième millénaire. Friesen Presse, Victoria, B.C., Canada. © 2013. approx. 240 pp. ISBN Hardcover: 978-1-4602-1700-9 Price: $28.00 Paperback: 978-1-4602-1701-6 Price: $18.00 e-Book: 978-1-4602-1702-3 Price: TBA


 300 sonnets & ghazals in English, French, Spanish, German, Chinese & Persian. Selected sonnets in this anthology are to be pre-published by our permission in Poetry Life & Times (UK) which has exclusive sole rights prior to the publication of the anthology itself. Readers may also contact Richard Vallance, Editor-in-Chief, at: vallance22@gmx.com for further information.http://vallance22.hpage.com/


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At the end of Lemon Valley. A Poem by E. Darcy Trie
		

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smarter than sugar

 i once understood the language

 of strawberries and creole

 and upon the sickle tree

 i hung gods until their bodies

 swelled and trumpet lilies bloomed like

afterthoughts or translations

sung by the damned


and in the guts of night

 i crafted the clavicle of a sonnet

 knuckles rippling

 like a gray sheet

 a history lesson with grandmother’s hair

 and chanting like an orchestra


i had dallied in colored wars

 and rolled dice made of mangrove

 millets and messages

 the purple pits ate by eight

 and had i listened

 these new runes foretold

 when the white drapes

 would fall


and when it did

 the flounder refused to speak

 it is caught

 flopping red and then black

 each side growing weaker

 until it was just

 dinner

 its amber face is trapped between tequila

 and november


sometimes

 on the patio

 i call out to the violins in lemon valley

 but now

 they do not


answer


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Born in Taipei, Taiwan in 1975, E. Darcy Trie is a Scorpio, Rabbit and matriculated in Little Rock, Arkansas at the age of two. She graduated at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville with a B.A. in Psychology along with Minors in Drama and Asian Studies. Sensing that achieving her Masters would drive her to drink, she wisely opted to tour Asia in her early twenties (thanks to a grant provided by Bank Of Daddy), and in the year 2000, found herself in the heart of Beijing, China where she began writing due to the fact that crocheting was far too complicated and because the voices in her head would not shut up.


By 2004, she had completed two romances, one historical and one modern, and after viewing all nine seasons of the X-Files and three seasons of C.S.I, finished the first two series of the Snow novels and is currently writing the third installment. During this time, she has also had several pieces of her poetry published in various online poetry magazines.


Her passions and hobbies includes writing, reading (anything put out by Neil Gaiman), Disney movies, all divination tools such as Tarot, I-Ching, Runes and is an enthusiastic, although albeit amateur, astrologist/paranormal investigator. She is 5’10, weighs whatever she wrote on her driver’s license, owns a lot of black hoodies and is addicted to It’s A Grind’s Passion Fruit tea.


She is fluent in English, Mandarin Chinese, some French and once took a Zero Hour in Greek in high school. She hates mornings, coconuts, wire bras, and sincerely hopes that this is bio is long enough to fill up an entire page (doubled-space of course).


Ms. Trie currently lives in Las Vegas, NV because she adores $2.99 buffets, Paigow Poker, and that lovely 116 degree August weather. She dreams of writing best-selling novels that will delight and thrill her future fans and because she is tired of being a productive citizen and wants to go back to being a mooching hermit.


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Le mystère d’amour. Love’s Mystery. Poem.Translation.Jo-Elle
		

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Le mystère d’amour


Jo-elle




  Ils se parent de couleurs,
  de leurs plus beaux atours
  pour montrer leur valeur,
  se promènent alentour.

  Il semble que leur coeur,
  amoureux pour toujours,
  veut montrer sa vigueur
  en chantant ce beau jour.

  Avec quelque impudeur
  ils arborent leur amour,
  et affichent leur ardeur
  comme de vrais troubadours.

  Alors ils passent des heures
  à danser, faire la cour,
  sans soucis des rieurs
  vers leur but sans détour.

  Pourquoi vont-ils sans peur,
  comment savent-ils toujours
  où trouver le bonheur,
  c’est le mystère d’amour.


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 Love’s mystery


They dress in colour,
in their best finery,
to show their valour,
and walk without hurry.
 
It’s their heart’s nature
to be in love always.
To show their vigour
they sing throughout the days.
 
Like real troubadours
they display their feelings,
express their ardour,
immodest little things.
 
That’s why they spend hours
court without any shame,
coloured like flowers,
flying straight to their aim.
 
Why they go fearless,
in complete liberty,
how they find happiness,
that is love’s mystery.


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Jo-Elle (re-)discovered writing very recently, when an accident put her professional career on hold for two months.  She has been writing poems since, mostly to learn English as a member of AllPoetry.com, but her best poems are in her mother tongue.


An analytical mind and an eternal learner, she writes about any subject, from nature to the human condition, which she observes from a detached point of view, and even more so when the subject is close to her heart.




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Life Collects. Poem. Scott Hastie.
		

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Life collects, pools around you.


It paints its highlights,


Nothing there you can destroy


Or begin again.


 


Calm in aquamarine beauty,


Barely a hint of surf’s snowy trim.


Today the sea is out 


But will come again.


 


For the moment, 


On the beach,


My love and I, 


Naked and blissful as can be.


 


In the soft, sun baked sand


History between my toes.


 


Sense how 


Even the smooth stones ache


With stories of their own


In the shuddering light of day. 




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I am a full-time writer and poet, based in the UK– fortunate enough to be living and working in tranquil surroundings of the English countryside, some twenty miles north of London. Sparkling new poems & images at www.scotthastie.com




This poem is copyright of the author and appears by permission, and for the sole purpose of the marketing and promotion of, The Poetic Bond III, prior to publication on 30th September.  All rights reserved; all applications for use in any media should be addressed to the author, and all applications for use in any media of this poem in conjunction, or in connection with, The Poetic Bond III, in any media, should be addressed to Willowdown Books.


 


PRESS RELEASE


THE POETIC BOND III


Publication date 30th September, 2013


Contact; Trevor Maynard, editor, thepoeticbond@uk2.net


The Poetic Bond III is the third anthology of poets from new media, social and professional networking, mainly garnered from the professional networking website, LinkedIn, but also through performance and word of mouth. The Poetic Bond is about exploring, sharing and encouraging poetry from all over the world.


Thirty-six poets from 11 countries were selected through a submission process in which there were no restrictions on form, style, length of subject; instead the choices made were on the basis of emergent themes and congruency in the pool of work; a snapshot of the poetry of new media NOW, seeking to capture the zeitgeist of the moment.


Editors’ Notes


1. THE POETIC BOND III (2013) (edited by Trevor Maynard) ISBN  978-1492384199 will be published by Willowdown Books and will be available on Amazon from 30th September 2013 for $19.99/£14.99.


2.  Copies can be pre-ordered for the pre-publication offer price of $10/£7 from http://www.thepoeticbond.com


3.   Biographies  of the poets contributing to the anthology can be found at http://www.thepoeticbond.com/IIImeetthepoets.htm


4.  Trevor Maynard is a UK based poet and writer, manager of Poetry, Review and Discuss Group; his second poetry collection is KEEP ON KEEPIN’ ON is published by Willowdown Books and further details are available at www.trevormaynard.com



 


 


 


 


 


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Tingling Point. Poem. Simon Miller
		

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For blank hours our bus had swung,
Steadily grinding down parabolas
Against the wheeling empty sky.
Riding a sluiced track of decaying tar
An extenuated rattling afterthought,
A tattooed apology to progress.


Mountain slopes pinned like curtains
Against our backs. White tooth-stones
Edging the dropped jaw of the road.
A lifetime below in the darkened creases
Of the earth, a secret string unravelled,
Melt water, in an unvoiced torrent.


Then in the crook of an alpine elbow
The world tipped upward into view
Yawning lazily like a stretching giant.
Tingling point.
A void of expanded air
Pulling saw-blade peaks white with snow
Out of a silent, breathless distance.


Only the ticking of the cooling engine
A bleating goat, some buzzling insect
Remind us that beyond the remoteness
Here, the world is still moving.


 


 Simon Miller teaches English and Drama at an international school in Thailand where he lives with his wife and three growing children. He has written several plays for young people. His own childhood was spent between Botswana and England and he has rarely stopped exploring since. Social history, culture and the natural world are his main fascinations, and particularly the points where all three meet.


 


This poem is copyright of the author and appears by permission, and for the sole purpose of the marketing and promotion of, The Poetic Bond III, prior to publication on 30th September.  All rights reserved; all applications for use in any media should be addressed to the author, and all applications for use in any media of this poem in conjunction, or in connection with, The Poetic Bond III, in any media, should be addressed to Willowdown Books.


 


PRESS RELEASE


THE POETIC BOND III


Publication date 30th September, 2013


Contact; Trevor Maynard, editor, thepoeticbond@uk2.net


The Poetic Bond III is the third anthology of poets from new media, social and professional networking, mainly garnered from the professional networking website, LinkedIn, but also through performance and word of mouth. The Poetic Bond is about exploring, sharing and encouraging poetry from all over the world.


Thirty-six poets from 11 countries were selected through a submission process in which there were no restrictions on form, style, length of subject; instead the choices made were on the basis of emergent themes and congruency in the pool of work; a snapshot of the poetry of new media NOW, seeking to capture the zeitgeist of the moment.


Editors’ Notes


1. THE POETIC BOND III (2013) (edited by Trevor Maynard) ISBN  978-1492384199 will be published by Willowdown Books and will be available on Amazon from 30th September 2013 for $19.99/£14.99.


2.  Copies can be pre-ordered for the pre-publication offer price of $10/£7 from http://www.thepoeticbond.com


3.   Biographies  of the poets contributing to the anthology can be found at http://www.thepoeticbond.com/IIImeetthepoets.htm


4.  Trevor Maynard is a UK based poet and writer, manager of Poetry, Review and Discuss Group; his second poetry collection is KEEP ON KEEPIN’ ON is published by Willowdown Books and further details are available at www.trevormaynard.com



 


 


 


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