My new poetry book is out on Amazon’s Kindle for £1.99 here. ‘The Shadows of Love’ explores the different emotions that we call love and the different stages. There are poems in different forms and genre, but all link to love in one way or another.
Here’s one of the poems:
The Shadows of Love
A remembered kiss;
the touch of your hands,
through the distance of time,
in faraway lands.
The songs that you sang,
of love everlasting,
now are poignant – untrue
as our feelings are passing.
And all that we knew
of a love that was strong,
we threw to the sky.
I think we were wrong,
to pass by a friendship,
and a passion like fire;
then I remember betrayal
and that you were a liar.
Yet sometimes I wander
through the winter of time
with the shadows of love
and still wish you were mine.
Why not let me know what you think of the poems and share some of your own!
Nature’s Gold and Autumn Gold are poetry books containing poems that are down to earth, thought provoking and written in different styles. The ebooks are FREE on Friday 15th and Saturday 16th September. They are always FREE on Kindle Unlimited.
If you like a paperback book, Nature’s Gold is only £5.00 and Autumn Gold is only £5.50. There’s a link to my books here.
For Amazon.com, Nature’s Gold is only $6.26 and Autumn Gold is only $7.06. There’s a link to my books here.
I’d be happy to come and read my poetry to any small groups in Cheshire as I love to meet people who enjoy poetry, so do get in contact.
Just a reminder that all my e-books are free on Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited all the time. If you don’t have K.U. then the ebooks are still reasonable.
The Truth Finder is £2.35 and $3.06. A young adult fantasy novel.
The Mermaid is £1.58 and $2.04. A book of original short stories for adults.
The Green Book is £1.99 and $2.58. A children’s chapter book. Great for bedtimes!
Tiny Tyrannosaurus is £2.01 and $2.06. A children’s chapter book.
Nature’s Gold is £2.00 and $2.59. A poetry book of varied forms of poetry.
Autumn Gold is £2.01 and $2.60. A poetry book. Poetry to enjoy.
All the above books are also avaiable in paperback. Desdemona The Dragon Without any Friends, a children’s picture book, is also available in paperback for £8.99 and $12.46
Why not check out my books? Here’s the link to Amazon. UK and here’s the link for USA
The floor board creaked
but no-one was there.
I heard a foot step
on the winding stair.
The fierce wind whistled
through the broken pane,
and a tree branch tapped
on the weather vane.
He said he’d meet me,
but I stood alone.
A spirit loomed.
Blank eyes met my own.
Why were we meeting
in a lonely place?
I saw a shadow
of a twisted face.
I ran to exit
through the open door,
aware my one love
wanted me no more.
Natural History by Tom Benson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Natural History is a great book of rhyming poems by Tom Benson. There are forty-five poems for less than £1, so it’s very good value for money.
Within these poems there are messages to mankind about how the world’s resources are being wasted and how we need to treat animals better.
The reader can pick up factual information from many of the poems, e.g. in ‘Big Cats 1 – Cheetah.
In the poem ‘Fox Cub Toddler’ a narrative style is used about a young cub, who goes exploring, without his mother’s permission. He doesn’t seem to learn the lesson.
There’s a wonderful variety of subjects: poems about diving or climbing, to poems about The Lake District, The Arctic, The Desert or The Jungle.
If you like the ‘Natural World’, then you are in for a real treat with these poems.
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Humour by Tom Benson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This anthology of thirty poems has the feel good factor. All the poetry is in quatrains, with clever line length shape. Each poem will bring a smile to your face, and is accessible to everyone. You won’t go away and think I don’t know what that’s about; having said that, each poem relies on the power of words, and is skilfully crafted. Some are a touch risqué whilst others rely on a play on words or innuendo.
There is a variety of subject matter, ranging from sci-fi, a riddle and a poem with a message and much more. If I’m being a little vague it’s because I don’t want to ruin your delight in reading this anthology by putting in spoilers here.
The book is well set out with links from the index to the individual poems and is excellent value for money.
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At the moment I’m taking an art course, which has made it difficult to keep up with my writing, however I do intend to do something for November, even though this is not the year for me to do the wonderful NaNoWriMo.
I’m going to try to write a poem every day in November and each week I’ll pick one and publish on this website. Can’t guarantee to keep it up but I’ll give it a go.
What are your plans for November?
Mum came to school the other day.
Teacher said that I’d been bad.
I listened to her rant for ages
and mother looked so sad.
But when the teacher tried to stand
I couldn’t help but giggle;
I’d stuck super-glue to her chair
which made her knickers wriggle.
She sat there while my mother smiled
and said sorry for her plight,
but when unstuck and free to walk,
I decided to take flight.
This was a writing exercise in our Winsford Writing Group. The leader of the session, Elizabeth Horrocks, said to write something using naughty, but not obscene words as children liked that. The above is my effort. We only had 10-15 minutes to write. Why not have a go and put it in a comment here?
This week I went on a ‘Relax and Write’ writer’s weekend at Gladstone’s library, where Alison Chisholm gave us writing tasks. For one task she dealt out a pack of cards and each of us took one card. I had the three of hearts and this is the light-hearted (sorry about the pun) poem I wrote from that prompt.
She loved him with her simpering heart,
and sent him gifts and money.
She phoned him in the dark small hours,
and called him, ‘dear, sweet honey’.
He loved the man who made his suits;
the gentle voice entranced.
He loved the skill the man displayed
and even how he danced.
The tailor loved his Labrador,
and gave his heart completely.
She was his life, his everything.
She begged for food so sweetly.
This triangle of hoping hearts
fluttered on throughout the year.
Love flowed and ebbed its complex path,
showing neither favour or fear.
There she sat, straight backed, serene,
on her way to Camelot.
Weary of her shadow world,
once she’d seen Sir Lancelot.
So many years she’d sat there sewing,
in her cold and barren tower.
Recording life around the river
stitching fabric hour by hour.
What had she done to be so cursed?
Not to love and laugh and live.
In her heart her passions rose
and she longed, her love to give.
Inhaling sweet scent of grass;
mesmerised by water’s flow.
For just one moment with her knight,
the rest of life, she would forgo.
Wrapped in her woven tapestry;
her every sense alive, alert.
Proud to defy the cruel curse.
she would suffer no more hurt.
Her life now part of history,
sung in songs of Camelot.
She never met the man she loved,
but gave her life for Lancelot.
This is the picture that inspired me.
This is the original poem.