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Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas

Well...It's Not Been a Month This Time! Only 27 Days! Two New Poems and Three Good Excuses!

My Three Books, All Published in the Last Month
My Three Books, All Published in the Last Month

I would apologize for my absence from blogging, but I have at least three very good and formidable excuses. Just look at the picture above. Not only did I publish those three books in the last month, but I have the next Dewey Lynn book ready to go as far as the text goes. Kellie has to do a review for grammar, usage, punctuation, continuity, and content, and I have to create a cover, the copyright material, and other legal publication information. Also, the publication rights to Atheists and Empty Spaces will be released by Austin Macauley Publishers on July 27, so I have been revising those poems for my own publication of them. Thank goodness, I can edit and revise them myself without working with some numbnut at a New York publishing firm!


Oh! And Kellie and I went on a 10 day vacation. We got home last Tuesday. I posted the pictures on Facebook. Search for me if you missed them.


Anyway, all three of my new books are currently available at Lulu.com. Here are the individual URLs.





With Aunt Charlotte's Crib, you will not be taken directly to the site because the book contains sexually explicit materials. You will be asked if you are 18 or over. Hopefully, you are if you say you are.


All three books were submitted for global distribution. Essential Words and Aunt Charlotte's Crib are still pending. Walk with Words had been rejected for global distribution because (and I quote) "The ISBN on the sleeve does not match the ISBN on the metadata." I have looked a half dozen times, and I do not see one tiny, minute difference in the ISBN as it is posted on any materials in the online data and in or on the book. I do not know what they are talking about. This is the first glitch that I have had using Lulu as a publication tool. It is a minor glitch but will force me to republish the book if I want it distributed to Amazon, B&N, and other online booksellers. Let me tell you a little secret. It is just a cheap to buy the books at Lulu as it will be on Amazon. Lulu's bookstore may not be as user friendly, and you may already have an Amazon Prime account and get free shipping. That is about the only advantage you will find not buying from Lulu.


Oh! If you want the books signed, you will have to email me with your address at mbt1966@yahoo.com. Then, I will order the book, sign it, and mail it to you. It will take a few weeks that way, but you will have a special copy.


OK! Now, down to the business you folks have been waiting for! Two new poems! As always, ENJOY!


Digging in the Trash

 

At the park, I saw three crows

Up under the pavilion.

Their angry squawking echoed so

It sounded like a million.

 

They rutted through a full trash bin

A looking for a meal.

I guess it’s good they clean up waste.

I’m not sure how I feel.

 

A worthwhile crow should hunt his food,

Not forage in a can

And subsist by his wits and wiles,

Not on the waste of Man.

 

I did not see what’s in the trash.

I hope the grub was good.

I doubt I’ll see those crows again

Unless they’re starved for food.

 

They should be pecking at a corpse,

Or roadkill at any rate,

For I will not be feeding them.

I always clean my plate.


Dragonflies

 

The dragonflies patrol the yard

Much like a pride of lions.

They have their hunting pattern set

As if it were a science.

 

Side by side, they run a line

And then abruptly curve it

To drive their meal into a swarm,

And then they brusquely serve it.

 

They gorge on flies, they gobble gnats,

Mosquitoes are their preference.

Yet, they will eat most any bug.

It does not make a difference.

 

They’ll munch a smaller of their kind

If it blunders in their way.

They’re such voracious eaters that

They consume their weight each day.

 

We should respect the dragonflies,

Their appetites and beauty.

They help control most flying pests

As if it were their duty.

 

And day-to-day, they soldier on

Though life for them is fleeting.

Man wastes his whole life worrying.

They spend their whole life eating.


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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

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