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A MENTAL HEALTH POEM: If you take a bad trip down memory lane There will be no gain from repeated pain So be careful of memories trapped in the brain Life will feel unkind and you no longer feel sane

Poetry for the soul Believe: A Poetry collection touching on a teenager’s journey through love, life, and cultural identity. These emotional poems have been edited and filtered through an adult perspective, offering depth and new interpretations of the words and experiences.

I found something important and focused to become better The Poem Tree reminds me to keep writing rhymes forever To stay strong day and night even in the stormiest weather Keep going because all hard work will become an endeavor.

In the sun-kissed heart of South Sudan, where the Nile’s ancient waters whispered secrets to the reeds, a tapestry of souls unfolded—a celestial dance of love, courage, and wisdom. Meet Panyim, a young Nuer man whose heart trembled like a reed in the wind. Fear and self-doubt clung to him, threatening to drown his spirit. But destiny had other plans. Panyim’s father, Deng, a revered elder, wove wisdom into the fabric of their lives. Under the baobab tree, he gathered the villagers, sharing stories of unity and ancestral whispers. “Our hearts,” Deng would say, “are maps guided by...

Antología poética, en la que el autor, da rienda suelta a sus vivencias. A través de sentimientos de ausencia, presencia, búsquedas y evocaciones utilizando una literatura sencilla y una rima rítmica y marcadamente consonante, que hacen fácil su lectura

The How to Write for Success Literary Forum celebrated its 7th Anniversary with members and Literary Ambassadors. This year the magazine contains tributes and articles for the Forum’s Success written by international five-star poets. Vandita Dharni, Chief Literary Ambassador wrote the Introduction. Within the contents are impressive interviews from high-ranking writers such as Timothy Payton, Founder of Reflections of Life in Poetry, and Corina Junghiatu, Founder of Verseum Literary Journal. The Annual Literary Magazine is the product of the How to Write for Success Literary Forum founded...

These poems Past Shame, Present Pain, Future Gain are about my past and that of some people which are full of shame because of their own deeds and that of their parents or ancestors. Present Pain that they are going through and overcoming through the Blood of Jesus Christ. Finally the Future Gain that we have hope for the return of our LORD Jesus Christ. Our heavenly Father led me to write these poems that deal with daily issues that we face. I write not because I have achieved but simply depending on the Holy Spirit daily for help in my walk with our LORD Jesus Christ. The journey to ...

There comes a time in everyone's life when they wake up and realize that the fairy tales they cherished so much in childhood are nothing more than make-believe. The real world can be cold and uncaring, but there is still beauty to be found within it. Love does not happen overnight, but when it does, it is the most precious thing in the world. Castle [and other poems about growing up in a fairy tale world] is an anthology of poetry about fantasy, love, and reality. It consists of nearly one hundred poems for children and adults alike who are struggling to make the transition between their ...

EL DOLOR – Un viaje de sanación y crecimiento interior ¿Puede el sufrimiento convertirse en tu mayor maestro? EL DOLOR es un libro transformador que te invita a descubrir el poder de la resiliencia y la sabiduría que nace de las experiencias más difíciles. Dividido en dos partes – una de profundas reflexiones en prosa y otra de poesía conmovedora – esta obra te acompaña en un viaje desde la angustia hasta la esperanza, combinando la claridad de un ensayo íntimo con la belleza de una antología poética. En la primera parte, el autor Jaime Bedoya Martínez comparte ensayos ...

A SHORT POEM, FROM A BABYSITTER'S POINT OF VIEW.

Youth Searching For A Role Model is collection of my poems about the youth. The challenges they meet, the youth without role models. When I grew up what I observed was that in the African culture if a mother was widowed or a single parent, her brother or her uncle would be a father figure for the children. In Venda we had elderly men who would rebuke children who bunked school. There words would be "you are running away from school you will suffer when you grow up. If you can't read and write you struggle in life". Then the old man would ask "what is your name my grand-child? Who is your ...

A marvelous collection of Poems and Short Stories from Robert E. Kearns - Award Winning author of Hy Brasil: Island of Eternity, Crabb, Carnivore, Freedom is For the Few, Ossuary, Embers and A Donnybrook Affair. In this work Kearns provides us with thought provoking poems, and an array of incredible stories. . Now with a Five Star editorial review from Readers' Favorite, Poems & Short Stories Vol. 1 is the perfect introduction to the author's work, which can be cherished over and over.

Another beautiful collection of Poems & Short Stories from Award Winning Author Robert E. Kearns (1st Place 2019 Pencraft Awards for Hy Brasil: Island of Eternity) With Poems & Short Stories volume 2, Kearns gives us a further edition of his thought provoking poetry along with several of his highly entertaining short stories. If prose and poetry are your thing, this is the book for you.

Words of a Feather is a stunning collection of Short Stories, Poems and Sketches from author, Robert E. Kearns. There's something inside for every taste, and Words of a Feather comes packed with hours of reading pleasure. Replete with entertainment, there is sure to be laughs, tears, spills and thrills. Satisfying pleasures of the mind, Words of a Feather is a book you'll want to read again and again.

My fourth poetry collection, created this year. It is a pleasure to leave it to the lovers of the written word and wish them pleasant reading.

I have never seen so far into anyone’s eyes as I saw into yours that day. Ever green, I had expected to find them. stagnant pools long left to lay, still and tepid. Yet, they were filled to astounding depth with colors I had not hoped to see, and movement that shimmered the deep far beyond my measure, far beyond my reach, lucid as noon shallows, clear as summer seas, verdant in the distance like impossible meadows we never touch, but dream to see. Troubled as they were and unfocused, in them, still and crystalline, reflected me… and my own eyes liquid, reflecting you. There in the ...

And I open my mind, I say what needs to be said, I tell all I am bid tell, omit nothing, for here is your meat, and here your drink; dine in halls with daddy deceit as children seated along a long table, all fidgeting in your chairs, all wishing not to hear what must be heard. And I open my eyes I see what remains to be seen, I relate everything relative, save nothing for myself, I feed you from the cupboards of my mind and grin as you consume, your children's faces all smiles and happy, your eyes wide with wonder. And I open my mouth, I speak of nightfalls to come, warn of depravities yet ...

Edited version This is my collection of love poems copied from my diary.

I heard the call, the tone of it teasing, a broadcast chorus of incessant singing amid devilish choirs of insidious patter, the dry rasping of scales and portentous matter to cast shadows of sounds among us that must listen, beyond maddened distraction, inaudible vision. For I heard the call, the lies of it pleasing, then I followed it blindly where it would lead me. Beyond death and disaster through ranges of never, I learned listening is ruin and blindness is error. I cursed blackness of bruises, I despised the tender of capital expenditures and I as the lender. I heard the call, and I ...

Mad pathos fetish broods while the black brow is creased to contemplate all manner of undoing, lays a thumb to the blade beneath a leering, sanguine eye and yearns unspeakably for a final message from God. Gross pathos fetish seethes to feed upon frustrations and terrors until the mind of a single lunatic is filled with dreams of dark endeavors that become a horror of blood, until pale the gaping face festooned in spider webs of splatters beholds a hand trembling at the wound, and moans out a final message to God. Drear pathos fetish blooms, that from an unwholesome vacuum, that from a fog ...