Hello folks. Just going to do a little announcement.
If you don't follow my Twitter account or you don't check out my author page at Smashwords or anything like that you might not know about an offer going on for the entire month of July. You or anyone you talk to who is interested can get my e-book for free. Just use the code SFREE at the checkout when visiting Smashwords. Again this offer is only good until July 31.
You're probably why it took so long to notify people about this offer. Partly its because I've been busy working on other things. Also partly because I'm a bit lazy when promoting my work. That's really it. Either way, you still have time to take advantage of this offer. If you like history and poetry and want to see all the poems featured on this blog in the right order totally check out the offer. You still have plenty of time.
The Gaiad
An epic poem spanning from the Big Bang to the time of publication or the apocalypse. Whichever comes first.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Saturday, March 5, 2016
The Gaiad has been Published!
NEWS!
Dear readers, It finally happened. You can now read all of the poems featured on this blog in the right order. All you ave to do is purchase my book at your favorite ebook retailer. Also be sure to favorite my author page at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Pisceswriter123. For future reference I'll place the link to the author page up along with the link to my Twitter page. Any support is appreciated.
As for other stuff. I know the little thing at the top of the blog page says up until the time of publication and everything. However, I don't think I'm going to en this blog just yet. I might decide to add a new series of poems at some point so this is definitely not the end.
For my followers, thank you for your support. To those repeat visitors, thank you for your time. To new visitors, hope you come back again. To all of you, it was a pleasure writing these poems. Hope you'll consider further support.
Dear readers, It finally happened. You can now read all of the poems featured on this blog in the right order. All you ave to do is purchase my book at your favorite ebook retailer. Also be sure to favorite my author page at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Pisceswriter123. For future reference I'll place the link to the author page up along with the link to my Twitter page. Any support is appreciated.
As for other stuff. I know the little thing at the top of the blog page says up until the time of publication and everything. However, I don't think I'm going to en this blog just yet. I might decide to add a new series of poems at some point so this is definitely not the end.
For my followers, thank you for your support. To those repeat visitors, thank you for your time. To new visitors, hope you come back again. To all of you, it was a pleasure writing these poems. Hope you'll consider further support.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Deepwater Horizon
On
the horizon the monster loomed
Tasting
the sweet black gold.
A
gasket broke
Before
the monster finished
Causing
it to lose its lunch
It
tried to recover
But
did a poor job.
Corners
were cut to save money and time.
Oil
and gas leaked from the borehole
The
monster’s food came up along with gas and cement
Catching
fire
Sending
the beast to its watery grave
Black
blobs of thick sludge
Spewed
into the open gulf
Killing
fish
Killing
birds
Contaminating
land and sea
Wreaking
havoc on economies and ecosystems
For
generations to come.
Monday, July 6, 2015
NSA Leaks
“Big
Brother’s watching.”
The
tinfoil man kept saying
“Beware
of Big Brother.”
“Be
careful of hat you say,”
“Be
careful of what you do”
“Because
he is watching”
“In
each and every way.”
The
Snowy man confirmed this
Through
his five wise eyes
He
published his reports
On
the secrets of NSA.
The
media
Ate
the info up
Digested
it
Spewed
it over the public
Revealing
cable treaties
All
around the world.
“Don’t
be silly,”
The
boundary breaker said.
“There’s
no such program.”
The
Snowy man left for the Bear
Under
espionage charges and theft accusations.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Pope Francis
A
humble man from the City of Good Air
Lead
his flock during the riots of December.
The
second John Paul replaced his vestments with red.
When
the Cooperator of Truth resigned
He
was chosen to wear the Papal mitre.
Being
the humble man
Being
the man of God
Being
a servant to the people
He
rejected the palace of apostles
To
live as a guest of God.
He
rejected well embroidered vestments and robes
For
simple attire.
He
rejected the gold
For
a fisher’s ring
To
become the fisher of men
Preaching
peace and love.
Neither
Marxist
Nor
Capitalist
He
redirected his church
With
the shepheard’s crook
Bringing
the lamb to focus on deeper issues.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
A New Social Milestone
A
sigh of relief from some.
A
time of rejoicing for others.
The
rainbow people finally get their unions
Love
is flowing now to more people than ever
New
love
Old
love
Love
for all ages.
Rainbow
love.
The
Great White Court handed down the decree
That
the people of the rainbow flag
Get
to show their love legally.
For
a time they were allowed to date
But
now, together and forever they can decide their fate.
Forget
the rants
Forget
fiery mad rhetoric
Forget
the fire and brimstone preachers
Who
moan and whine
Who
scream and yell
From
their burning pulpits in the front of the room
Because
love is a beautiful thing
No
matter who shows it,
No
matter who knows it,
No
matter where it comes from,
No
matter how you receive it,
Let
this love of one another forever ring.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Crisis in the Ukraine
After
the world warmed
After
Soviets faded into history
The
Great White Bear of the North
Settled
to her slumber.
The
cubs left the den
Only
one cub looked back.
Torn
between its mother and new friends in the West
It
growled and whimpered.
A
Victor perched upon its head
Through
deceitful means
Sparking
the revolution of Orange.
When
things settled the Victor urged the bear on.
“Go
back,” the Victor said, “Mother’s calling.”
“Go
back,” The Victor’s friends told him.
“Father
Vlad is waiting.”
A
Maidan sang her great distaste for the mother bear
Pulling
the young cub Westward.
“We
must move forward,” she said.
“To
the West.”
The
Victor did not like this.
Gathering
the Easterners of the mother tongue
They
pulled the cub by the fur
While
the Maidan kicked and screamed
Into
civil unrest
She
occupied buildings
She
rioted
She
called for the Victor’s resignation.
When
the Victor lost control
He
fell from his lofty perch.
Hearing
commotions next door
Mother
Bear awoke.
She
saw her cub being pulled East and West
Then
she took away a toe
Then old Vlad sent her to cross her son's borders
To
help the Victor’s side.
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