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Initial post: Sep 5, 2011 6:23:39 PM PDT
A Collection of poems. Some sad, wise, funny and ?
all for 99 cents.

SIMPLY POETRY a collection of poems

Posted on Mar 31, 2012 7:08:03 AM PDT
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Unspoken Love during the Vietnam War (The Poem)

Posted on Apr 1, 2012 2:19:08 AM PDT
Frank Mundo says:
The Brubury Tales is a modern version of the Canterbury Tales in Los Angeles just after the 1992 riots...written entirely in rhyming verse.

The Brubury Tales [by Frank Mundo] is a landmark book, in what is going to be -- and already is -- an exceptional, distinguished literary career. --Carolyn See of The Washington Post

Mundo's skill is astounding and has a natural cadence. These stories are intriguing and compellingly human, and soon enough the reading becomes listening. --Sacramento Book Review

With inspiration from many literary classics and plenty of original spin, The Brubury Tales is a fine collection and not one to be missed. --Midwest Book Review

The Brubury Tales is a brilliant blend of writing, combining the style of Chaucer while putting a new slant on the short stories of the classical writers. --Reader Views

A unique and powerful new book,The Brubury Tales draws upon Chaucer's Canterbury Tales and classic stories by Mark Twain, Edgar Allan Poe, and Charles Dickens, to name a few. Frank Mundo takes risks with his writing, which is sensitive, thoughtful, and gritty. --Laura Frazin Steele, LA Books Examiner

Poet Laureate Award Nomination from UCLA and CAL;
Reader Views 2011 Reviewers Choice Award for Poetry Book of the Year;
2011 Bookhitch Award for the Most Innovative Book of Poetry; and
A Reason to Rhyme Award from Byline Magazine

UK Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #27 in Books > Fiction > Poetry & Drama > Poetry > Genres > Epics
#81 in Kindle Store > Books > Fiction > Poetry

Posted on Apr 1, 2012 2:52:21 PM PDT
Life without a little poetry in it is like a walk in the mud. Here's 35 years worth of Patterson Poetry collected into seven chapbooks and available in one download (or volume, if you are eBook challenged)

The Closet Clandesine:a queer steps out
198 pages - $ .99 on the Kindle

This collection tracks a gay man's sensitivities to the strange world encountered both in and out of the real and poetic closet. Sensitive and bold, and sometimes shocking and, in all cases, lyrical, this is a journey from shy emergence to bold self-confidence. These 180 poems are collected into seven volumes, including The Awakening, Catherine and Other Poems, The Festival at Thebes, Ties and Rings, Gay October, Provincetown Poems, and Songs: Not Just Survival.

These are the poems your mother warned you about - not Mother Goose.

Edward C. Patterson
author of The Closet Clandestine

Posted on Apr 10, 2012 5:07:27 AM PDT
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Posted on Apr 15, 2012 2:18:21 PM PDT
George Cook says:
LOVE LOVE

Love, a collection of poems based on all types of love. Love of a spouse or partner. The love of a child. The love for a family, or the love of your favorite sports team.

I Do ( Dedicated to my wife Quanda )

Two words that mean everything
Two words that come with a ring
.........Two words that stand for something
Two words that without which I have nothing.

Buy the book for the Kindle here LOVE

Posted on Jul 21, 2012 2:20:07 PM PDT
Not Afraid to Be Real: A Poetry Collection
Finally, poetry that is easy to understand and still carries a lot of meaning and artistry! Although this book is geared for young adults, anyone can relate to the universal themes about love, grief, everyday life and inspiration. Only $2.99 for Kindle and $8.99 for paperback.

Posted on Jul 21, 2012 2:23:31 PM PDT
Ixtila says:
Beneath the Sea (An Anthology)

Arranged in sections that each concentrate on one type of feeling, the book takes us on an emotional journey, from hoping and trying, to loving, grieving and healing, and finally coming out of the experience singing.

In following this journey, the reader will explore what it is to be human, remembering moments in their own lives as expressed in these poems, to come to the realisation that "Beneath the Sea", we are all the same.

Posted on Sep 9, 2012 7:13:21 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Sep 9, 2012 7:14:33 AM PDT
FROM BEHIND THE MINDComtemporary poems And short stories of love, life and everything in between.

Posted on Oct 1, 2012 6:32:14 AM PDT
Poetry i devilishly difficult to sell we should use thus thread to come up,with ideas as to how to make it a more progressive genre

Posted on Oct 1, 2012 10:45:47 AM PDT
A sad chapter in the annals of American history is chronicled through verse as the People are moved from their ancestral homes to the wind driven plains.

Come, Wewoka & Diary of Medicine Flower 111 pages

Here's the opening of Come, Wewoka:

Campfires smolder,
Growing cold as night,
Enfolding the empty square,
Lost to this trail of tears.
My trail of tears.

Silently in the forest
A footfall tells that they
Have crept away
Into time's bower;
Into tear's brine,
Into the hearts of those who should know better;
Into my veins
A smoldering memory
To my campfire lit by those footfalls in the quiet wood
So many miles from home.

AND Here's the opening of if Diary of Medicine Flower:

Great Things
I have always been exposed to great things - great books, music, performances and the arts. They have unfolded about me like the leaves of the agaves or the wings of the monarch. It is probably a just thing that I should lose the sight of one eye and scarcely feel the earth beneath my feet. Just as I have inhaled the beauty of Austen, Tolkien and Dickens, beheld the fire called the Sistine, watched with awe the power of old Egyptian love sealed forever in an ancient tomb, and have slumbered on the waves Mozartian. I have seen Gui-lin in the mist of her wet mornings, where the cinnamon trees burst fondly over the plum pudding hills vying with cabbage aromas. I have supped too long, indulged too many times for any human to dispute the parity of loss. Now, I pick up my armor, shielding the sun, deflecting its rays to my own response; my own mark indelible - for one cannot mourn the loss of such things as sight and touch, when one has recorded all things in the soul. It is time to thank the creator for what I have, and join the great for others to imbibe. The days are getting short for me, but the best is yet to come.

Edward C. Patterson
(Nv-wo-di A-tsi-lv-s-gi)
author of Come, Wewoka

Posted on Apr 20, 2013 9:40:14 AM PDT
Well looks like we need some posts here so here goes. My five star reviewed poetry and photography collection is now available in both ebook and paperback

Love, Loss and Loneliness 50 poems dealing with the emotions you go through during a divorce and then picking up your heart and moving on. Included are 50 photographs of the nature around me, simple weeds and trees that show beauty is all around you

Posted on Jun 28, 2013 4:26:32 PM PDT
Two brand new poetry and photography collections

Seasons of my Mind (poetry and photos)
Random Musings of a Poetic Mind (poetry and photos)

Posted on Jun 29, 2013 6:34:51 AM PDT
FREE Today Only - June 29th: Pacific Crimson - Forget Me Not - A different view of war

A collection of poems describing the Pacific War experience from a ground view - specific days and places. These are not platitudes on war, but gritty words spoken in the spirit of the greatest generation. Listen to their experiences. Take to heart their sacrifice.

Sample:

In the Shadow of the Umabrogol
Peleliu, Palau Islands, September 15, 1944

"Corpsman! Corpsman!" came the call
First from me,
Then Corporal Louie,
But he fell before his last call came,
And I was left there stranded
In the heat of Peleliu.

"Corpsman! Corpsman!" came the call,
A whisper now as my wound procured
And I wept while my life bled forth.
Peace reigned in brief - the mortars snuffed,
The mute of the rat-tat-tat.
Then I saw my mother's face.

"Mama! Mama!" came the cry
Her sweet face hovering,
Her smile my smile,
And she worked on my wound and bound my leg,
Then jabbed the morphine in my thigh.
Her face became a cloud,
Then emerged anew as Doc Wallace
Our corpsman from brigade.

"Easy, easy," said he, waving for a bearer
And a bottle holder.
"You'll live to see another day,"
I doubted that, despite the calm,
The opium working like lotus balm,
Because the mortars blared again
Between the rat-tat-tats.

My eyes closed in the dreamy jaunt,
The rock of the stretcher's trundle,
But as I went, I caught a glimpse,
My savior's twitch and twist,
Doc Wallace and his stain,
Fallen to the defilade,
Where I should have been slain.

"Corpsman! Corpsman!" came the call
A call for another to carry him home,
But he was crushed to the coral heat,
An angel of twenty beneath the feet
Of Umabrogol's Bloody Nose.
The mortar's scream arose -
A requiem for this corpsman.

"Corpsman! Corpsman!" you come to me
In my sleep for these many years.
I see your face amidst my tears
And I wonder where your fodder lies,
The aftermath of battle cries,
An exchange unfair - not me but you
In the unholy stench on Peleliu.

Edward C. Patterson

Posted on Aug 8, 2013 6:22:34 PM PDT
Dimis says:
Hello all, this is my very first attempt to publish my work. My book is called The Songs of the Gods and clicking on title you can be redirected to it in Kindle Store and check it out. In it the reader is presented the three aspects of Dream; dream as the deepest desire of our hearts, dream as the ambition that drives us accomplice our goals but also dream as the darkest of fears and insecurities when it turns into a nightmare. We were so lucky to see the book climb up to #27 in Amazon Best Sellers List under Poems, which was something really nice. I really hope you like it, thank you so much for your time.

Posted on Aug 13, 2013 3:52:02 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Aug 20, 2013 11:42:23 AM PDT
Dimis says:
Hello all, this is my very first attempt to publish my work. My book is called The Songs of the Gods and clicking on title you can be redirected to it in Kindle Store and check it out. In it the reader is presented the three aspects of Dream; dream as the deepest desire of our hearts, dream as the ambition that drives us accomplice our goals but also dream as the darkest of fears and insecurities when it turns into a nightmare. We were so lucky to see the book climb up to #6 in Amazon Best Sellers List under Poems, which was something really niceand so far we only have 5 star reviews. I really hope you like it.
Also my second book just published yesterday is called Exodos and it's a translation from the original Exodic Acolouthy written by Saint John of Damascus in the 7th century. You can find them both in Kindle but also in paperback edition. Thank you so much for your time.

Posted on Oct 13, 2013 11:37:21 AM PDT
Gabayeah says:
The first episode of Acoustic Funambulist in English is out:
The hair of the comet (Acoustic Funambulist)

Set in a humorous and poetic background, Acoustic Funambulist is the story of a rope dancing aerialist traveling through the galaxies where he encounters all sorts of unlikely characters and situations.

Posted on Oct 22, 2013 5:51:43 AM PDT
FREE Today and Tomorrow October 22nd and 23rd at Amazon

PACIFIC CRIMSON - FORGET ME NOT
by
Edward C. Patterson

Dedicated in Memory of Eugene Sledge

Pacific Crimson - Forget Me Not is a tribute in verse to the men and women who fought War II in the Pacific. The world owes more than it could ever muster to these defenders of freedom during humankind's deepest, darkest and dire hours - a century rivaling the bleakest days in human history. Still, when the lights went out, the lamps came on. It was the everyday citizen, who suffered, but it was the everyday citizen who lifted the lamps and gave their sweat and lives to assure the world would be free of the more bestial end of tyranny's spectrum.

These verses seek to capture the inner heart of the individuals, who put themselves on the line. Each poem is specific to a place and date and . . . vernacularly correct. I have spared my readers the hypocrisy of flowery verses in this chapbook. If this offends, I'll not apologize, because to do so would insult the memory of those who fell on those islands and to those who fall daily as their time runs out in service to humankind.
126 pages

excerpt from Cape Gloucester Rhaspsody

Nothing can like a tin can can
On a string in the rain on Cape Gloucester,
A noisy plicketty plick plick plick
Instead of the sounds I am used to.
The mornings rise in the drenching cries;
Who needs a God damned rooster?
And my feet are soaked, in the mud they're cloaked,
And I slip on this [stuff] like a crapper.
The canvas sings, and my shirt, it clings,
And the palms beat a tappety tapper.

...

Shoot if you must and lay me in the dust,
My country I will be serving,
But to drink in this bane of eternal rain
Is beyond the pale of unnerving.
I long for the song of the church ding dong
And the jitterbug that I can foster.
And to crush this can - this tin tin can
On its string in the rain on Cape Gloucester.

Edward C. Patterson

Posted on Oct 24, 2013 2:53:48 PM PDT
Miles says:
A-Z Poetry: Fruits and Veggies by Kaelah Mickelle is FREE today, 10/24!!!

A-Z Poetry: Fruits and Veggies

25 FIVE STAR ratings!!!

A-Z Poetry: Fruits and Veggies is a collection of 26 highly creative and entertaining acrostic poems. With visually captivating illustrations and rhyming verse, learning the alphabet is now more fun! As an added bonus, each poem provides a clever mnemonic device that aids in teaching children how to spell their fruits and veggies.

http://www.kaelahmickelle.com/

Posted on Nov 3, 2013 4:45:03 AM PST
Last edited by the author on Nov 3, 2013 4:45:53 AM PST
Barca_10 says:
Midnight's Revolution
Exceptionally poignant, brilliantly observed, Midnight's Revolution reveals a vibrant emotional power in a collection of poetry that unpicks a myriad of emotions - love, death, tragedy.

Spanning twenty-three years, the collection vividly dissects intimate personal loss, the gradual decay of love, betrayal and painful spiral of emotional turmoil. With his sharp, jaundiced novelist's insight, R. J. Dillon has bared, what at times, appears to be a very bitter view of life. Unlike his novels and non-fiction work, Midnight's Revolution offers little room to hide behind characters or historical facts and interpretation. Raw, genuine and sometimes too honest, the collection offers numerous voices an opportunity to probe and tease out meaning from the absurdity of modern life.

"This collection made me acutely feel the strength of love and loss. Shown in beautiful prose, this text was honest and thought-provoking and showed that in any span of life, one feels an array of emotions and deals with an array of happenings that alter and change a person's outlook on life. A powerful read..."
Katie, Goodreads Member

Sand

And sheltering, we rested,
flicked flat into shadows, warm hands
slapping
the mossy ODEON wall. Sand
trapped under
our fingernails,
your hair wet,
dribbling against
my cheek.

We lose touch, sense our drift.

Our breath flows in bloated ribbons,
Curling remotely
into pewter clouds,
so heavy, breathing
becomes a sin.
Soon we will go.

Divided,
unrepentant, from our own
requirements to occupy
other lives, we masquerade
as squatters on stars
yet to be discovered.

Posted on Nov 12, 2013 6:00:02 AM PST
FREE Today ONLY November 12th at Amazon
THE CLOSET CLANDESTINE:a queer steps out
by
Edward C. Patterson

A Journey from the Darkness Into the Light

The closet is a dark and airless place, so when I emerged from it, what else could I do but extol truth's glory over systemic lies - life's beauty in its infinite variety over societal servitude in its deafening prejudice.

The Closet Clandestine is a paean to existance beyond the closet - seven peans, in fact - chapbooks dedicated to my OUTbound journey. Sensitive, bold, Gay and sometimes shocking, these are the lyrics of my journey from darkness to twilight to sunshine.

Included - seven chapbooks:

The Awakening
Catherine and Other Poems
The Festival at Thebes
Ties and Rings
Gay October
Provincetown Poems, and
Songs: Not Just Survival.

from Songs: Not Just Survival

A Night with Rimbaud
--------------------
for Anthony

Ring me with young hearts,
Songs green with remembrance,
But not so green to be mowed.
Scarlet hussies
With laughter on their breath,
And liquor too,
For they know what I have forgotten
And I need to know again.

Ring me with fiery youth,
Dancing boys who know their stuff,
Who know what I know,
That life is invincible
And infinite.
And when I whisper the truth to them,
They laugh at my failing body,
But laugh with my seeking soul
And hold me fast to the lies of youth
Which I need to remember
In this life of infinite laughter.

198 pages

Edward C. Patterson

Posted on Nov 13, 2013 8:18:55 AM PST
FREE Today ONLY November 13th at Amazon at Amazon

PACIFIC CRIMSON - FORGET ME NOT
by
Edward C. Patterson

Dedicated in Memory of Eugene Sledge

Pacific Crimson - Forget Me Not is a tribute in verse to the men and women who fought War II in the Pacific. The world owes more than it could ever muster to these defenders of freedom during humankind's deepest, darkest and dire hours - a century rivaling the bleakest days in human history. Still, when the lights went out, the lamps came on. It was the everyday citizen, who suffered, but it was the everyday citizen who lifted the lamps and gave their sweat and lives to assure the world would be free of the more bestial end of tyranny's spectrum.

These verses seek to capture the inner heart of the individuals, who put themselves on the line. Each poem is specific to a place and date and . . . vernacularly correct. I have spared my readers the hypocrisy of flowery verses in this chapbook. If this offends, I'll not apologize, because to do so would insult the memory of those who fell on those islands and to those who fall daily as their time runs out in service to humankind.
126 pages

excerpt from The Snap, the Whisper and the Wail

New Guinea, Buna, January 22, 1943

Never fear what you cannot hear
As I listen in the battle's pitch.
I tune my ear to the enemy's roar
While flat within my ditch.
Inbound and out, I never doubt
Because it could spell life;
Go on the sound of the battleship's pound.
Halt on the foe's wailing strife.
. . . .
The ground shakes and my heart aches
For childhood's simple games.
The rules of hide and seek are fake;
The roar of the bullies, tame
Because on Buna's slopes I crawl
Listening to my enemy,
And I never fear what I cannot hear,
`Cause a silent one got me.

Edward C. Patterson

Posted on Dec 1, 2013 4:48:18 AM PST
Barca_10 says:
For lovers of poetry:
Midnight's Revolution - Reduced by 49% - Kindle Countdown on Amazon.com
Starts Dec 2nd - $1.99

Exceptionally poignant, brilliantly observed, Midnight's Revolution reveals a vibrant emotional power in a collection of poetry that unpicks a myriad of emotions - love, death, tragedy. Spanning twenty-three years, the collection vividly dissects intimate personal loss, the gradual decay of love, betrayal and painful spiral of emotional turmoil. With his sharp, jaundiced novelist's insight, R. J. Dillon has bared, what at times, appears to be a very bitter view of life. Unlike his novels and non-fiction work, Midnight's Revolution offers little room to hide behind characters or historical facts and interpretation. Raw, genuine and sometimes too honest, the collection offers numerous voices an opportunity to probe and tease out meaning from the absurdity of modern life.

"This collection made me acutely feel the strength of love and loss. Shown in beautiful prose, this text was honest and thought-provoking and showed that in any span of life, one feels an array of emotions and deals with an array of happenings that alter and change a person's outlook on life. A powerful read..."

Katie, Goodreads Member

For more information about the author check out www.rjdillon.com

Posted on Dec 1, 2013 7:29:04 AM PST
Book World says:
I do not know why it is done but all too often poetry books major mistake is having flowers on the covers. Flowers on the covers neuters the sphere of one's potential audience. It's like looking at a house that has plastic pinwheels and elves in the yard and the impression someone's grandmother lives there. Poetry, when it is good, should be a fist in one's face. It should be wet. It should have an impact that after the last word is read, you own that reader for a few moments thereafter. Poetry does not apologize. Flowers are sooooooooooooooo safe. Gentle. Pretty. Hallmark cards.
I believe some of you have written some beautiful words. Even when poetry is painful it can be beautiful. But these flowers are rude to impactful poetry. Throw a brick through the window. Quit whispering.

In reply to an earlier post on Dec 1, 2013 9:16:53 AM PST
Frank Mundo says:
*Baudelaire. Those are some flowers.
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