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Earth and Man

Earth and Man My heart, wounded by your actions, your wars, horrid factions. Trees, hills, uprooted; sky, heaven, polluted. The smallest, weak: forgotten; neglected, all downtrodden. Poor, pummeled, rejected; Power only, to the elected. Your heart, wounded by your actions. Needs healing, satisfaction. Look inside, mirrored face; Restore peace, to this place. You spirit, burdened, bound. Let freedom soar; lost, now found. Use power, love, affection, Humanity, resurrection. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo By NASA/ GSFC/ NOAA/ USGS

Who was I

Who was I Who was I, before the sky was blue? Who was I, and who was you? Where was I, before I was new? Where was I, before I knew you? Where did I, lay my head, before God laid the river bed? Where were we, before God made a sea? Where were we, before God made a tree? Were we just a thought of God, just a seed, in a pod? Were we just an idea of God, just a thought, a miracle, awed?  Someday, we may find, we were in God's mind. Someday, we may know, we were in God's glow. Someday we may know, we were in God's love. Someday may know, we were with God above. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo  By marruu If you enjoyed this poem find more  here.

Criticism

Our writing “…belongs to anyone that wants to read or criticize it.”  Stephen King -   On Writing It was bound to happen. I suppose it happens to all writers at some point. At first, when I saw it, I was angry and it really got my blood boiling. My heart started racing. What was it? The first overtly critical, harshly directed, publicly ridiculing of something I wrote. My first response was to lash out, respond and retaliate in some way. But then, I remembered something Stephen King had writing in his book, On Writing. King said that our first draft should be written with the door closed. It should be for us. We tell the story to ourselves. We are our first audience. When we rewrite it should be with the door open. We should write with our audience in mind as we rewrite. When we “get it right”, when we are happy with the story, with the final product, we share it with the world. When we “get it right”, it becomes fair game for praise or criticism. There a
+D.J. Haswell  has nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award. It is titled  A Mid-Life Adventure .  Thank you so much for the kind nomination for this award D.J She has a great blog that you can find  here.   The rules of the ‘One Lovely Blog Award’: Add the “One Lovely Blog Award” image to your post Share seven things about you Pass the award on to seven nominees Thank the person who nominated you Inform the nominees by posting on their blogs Seven things about me: I was born at the hospital--I wanted to be next to my mother! I love to watch The Three Stooges . I have watched Dirty Dancing about 100 times. (If you want to know why,ask me.) Turner Classic Movies (TCM) is the best thing about American Film! I don't drink coffee all the time, but when I do, I drink  +Starbucks Coffee  ! I once owned a Volkswagen  Beetle-with a sun-roof! I experimented with vermicomposting. I had them sent through the mail and they escaped at the post office. Pass the

A Poet Strikes

A Poet Strikes A poet strikes the magic chord, Writing of his own accord. Strumming softly, on the heart, A poet plucks the perfect part. A poet soars to mountains high, Writing words in soft reply. Beating, rapping winsome word, A poet’s voice shall be heard. A poet shines his blissful light, Writing, breadth, width and height. Touching deeply, warming bliss, A poet’s pleasure, poem’s kiss. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo By cohdra If you enjoyed this poem you can find more  here.

Sunshine Award

Sunshine Award I have been nominated for the Sunshine Award by +Glendon Perkins   as well as  +Adrianna Joleigh    I appreciate the honor they have bestowed on me by presenting me with this award! Glen is a generous and  helpful person, always ready to encourage. He is becoming a prolific writer and has had his work featured on several writing websites. Glen's website can be found  here.   He is working on a novel " Buried Alive " which can be found on his website This is a link to his  blog. Adrianna is an outgoing and encouraging person, always ready to promote someone else is emerging as a poetess as seen "The Writings of a Borderline"  here.  She has had her work featured on other websites, too. She is also composing a novel Nadia  which can be found  here . The rules for accepting the award are: Post the Sunshine Award logo. Nominate ten fellow bloggers worthy of this award.  Announce their nomination on their blog.  Link a pingback to t

Inhaling You

Inhaling You Soaring through space, there's a place inside, memories stored, deep within my mind. Plug into the mnemonic narcolizer and find stories and scenes long left behind. Hauling space freight, must be done, hurling far from Earth-side Sun. Medic-transport, life-saving run, will lustrous love survive, or be undone?  Floating image of our love, translucent touch, power of our passion, I miss so much. Swirling in the substance, a phantom I clutch, the echo of your essence, spectral rush. I inhale deeply and grasp for you, this substitute, this memory, will not do; embracing the past, wishing for you anew. New lessons of love, remain too few. Ballets of love, long past performed, never new loving; new love unformed. Ecstatic symbiosis not truly formed, your presence, your bed remains un-warmed Solace in the past, grown old and stale, longing for your presence beyond the pale, No silence for me in this lonesom

The Treasure

The Treasure Thank you for the treasure, the gift of your heart. Like a rose found, uncovered, exposed, revealed. the clear, lovely reds and greens, careful to touch no thorns. I breathe the sweet fragrance, of your heart. Like a songbird, I enjoy your music, the colors of your plumage, the softness of you coat. I listen to the song of your heart. Like a precious gem, I revel in the perfection, the way the light reflects through the prism of your love. I look into the jewel of your heart. Like a princess, Enthroned in my heart, Ruling there, crowned and adored, adorned in the flowing robes, of my love. I gaze at the beauty of your heart. Thank you for the treasure, the gift of your heart. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo By Louise Docker from Sydney, Australia Please click  here  for other examples of my writing!

Space Lass

Space Lass Her astro-suit, stylish simplicity; her space demeanor fit explicitly. The sight of her space felicity: my heart soars with meteoricity, Starlight reflecting on her face, sublime beams, amazing space. Body moved in weightless grace, my beating heart could not keep pace. Her smile, the arc of her lips, the rolling hills of winding hips, fit so well in tight spaceships. Again my heart repeated flips. Our capsule knows implicitly, our love’s complete complicity. The power of electricity, our passion, pulsing synchronicity. Through the cosmos we race. Soaring long and far through space. Home aboard our loving place. Intertwined hearts with each embrace. Cabin lights, now soft and low, her shining face lit in its glow. With every galaxy we pass, my love grows for my space lass. Photo by Penyulap via Wikimedia Commons © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long My other writing website   here !