"ebook" poems
Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.
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I am grateful for the feedback our colleagues here were kind enough to leave (likes, loves, etc.). If anyone would like a free copy of the ebook version of my latest book of poems, Echoes of Dawn at Dusk: Collected Poems, Volume 2 you can download a copy in all ebook formats but only through one of my vendors, Smashwords -- no coupon necessary. Ends April 4, 2022. Just copy and paste the following link into your browser:
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Thanks again for sharing this poem and for your feedback. Much appreciated!
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: of the EBook THE BULLIED, by Alan Johnson
(The Nonromantic Man is the art form most often described as a character sketch. It falls in the realm of poetry, which I call poessay. For it is not poetry by itself or an essay.)
The Nonromantic Man
Non-romanticism is the inability to overwhelm one’s ignorance of the opposite *** needs or desires. The non-romantic man is one who buys his non-pool playing wife a pool table and soon thereafter invites his friends over every weekend to play pool. He calls women ******* and ‘hoes. He rises late at night to fix a sandwich, leaves the spilled condiments for his woman to clean in the morning, then after a cigarette, with mustard still being on his breath, wakes her up for a ***** call. He gains weight and then demands that she go on a diet. In harmony with his poor values, he neglects to compliment the new sexed up dress that she is wearing but does notice that she is wearing too much makeup for him. He has to be reminded of her birthday or any other should special engagement. The result his gift is not well thought out, so he buys her a cheap necklace just like the times before. He has no taste for poetry, sensual lyrics or the practice of setting the ambiance which moistens the trail of splendor. He takes his woman out to dinner and complains about the dinner’s high prices, and work, and her in-sensitiveness to his problems, and…At least once a month, he rolls off the top of her and falls asleep while she stares at the ceiling and prays for a difference.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
From my new book, Poems of Ancient Rome and Greece, available in paperback on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, as well as eBook on Kindle, Nook, and Apple Books: https://www.amazon.com/Poems-Ancient-Greece-Christopher-Saitta/dp/B0DS6933HB?ref_=ast_author_dp
My mother the sea,
She woke my sandy eyes,
Just to tell me she had to leave,
Draw past the markets where the fish are sun-dried,
Snarled by the coral-rough hands of divers deep.
My mother the sea,
She left her running tab
Of the grocer’s choicest greens,
Thumbed the velamentous rinds and spiny scarola,
Her xylem and phloem are the slow moving cruciferousness of a breeze.
My mother the sea,
Charwoman of tides,
Who dips and delves upon her knees,
Who scrubs her brothel-coves with chamber lye,
Cyprian mistress of the salt-stained sheets.
I have looked for you, mother,
A scugnizzo amid the striped awnings of the marketplace
~ like sails to the sky ~
Where the fishmongers hawk their pride
Of conch, cavallo, and black sea bream.
I have looked for you, mother,
Walked sun-forged along the boardwalk,
Amid the neon-mascara of signs,
Hand-in-hand with only the ladyfingers of salt and vinegar fries,
Toward the crisp syllabub of pebbles and sand.
A beach is window-warmth spread free, cosmopolitan,
The longeur of eyes crushed in the glass-dust of cities.
And in the sputtering of the frosted spume of tides,
Held broken seashells in my hands like broken needles,
Heard the pump-click of the ventilator through your mask of sand.
My mother the sea,
A naked convalescent,
Whose ever-turnings have taken
A turn for the worse.
Who will know her by her death, who but me?
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
gargoyles perched
on the hidden ledges of my dreams,
stalking nightmares
Published in my new Ebook!
http://www.bookemon.com/book-profile/three-line-poems-to-read-in-the-dark/289541
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Just want to let everyone know that I have a book filled with all except one of the poems on here. The Book is called Patient 139, I’m Not Okay (I Promise) And Other Poems and you can get it as either an ebook or a paperback on amazon.com or at the link https://www.amazon.com/Patient-Okay-Promise-Other-Poems/dp/B0B14GS6PV/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1655527690&sr=8-1
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 1:18 AM UTC
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After the extremely serious accident on 7th of May in 2010 which had me on the brink of dying a comatose death, I'm in a transition from my bachelor's degree to a master degree.
I need to independently bear my medical expenses. The story is awesome and is definitely going to impress you. 7 Seconds is a novel that contains many story-related poems.
It is a fast paced story of more than 100,000 words which traces its origins from my real life and is then entirely a fiction. It has the flavours of teen fiction, romance novel, sci-fi, spirituality, anti-terrorism, tourism and the unmistakable tangy Desi flavour of India.
Trust my word. Buy the fabulous story. I couldn't get it published in hard copy because of the corrupt Indian system which also has entangled the youth of India.
If you like my poems, you are going to love my novel.
In today's date, hard copy of a novel is both taxing on the Environment and the buyer. An eBook is not only far more economical and greener than a conventional novel but also it is more easily accessible on a handheld device.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
When the train passed
The airport
Just now
You were
So close
For a moment
Again
Now the rain pours
On the train tracks
And I'm watching
As it falls
Noticing
I got cold feet
And the skin on
My neck hurts
Ever since I put on
This golden necklace
From my auntie
Who passed away
Before the snow
Eight weeks ago
I removed it finally
Figured it out
With difficulty
My brother put it
Around my neck
Sitting behind my back
Four hours ago
It is pretty
But it is stinging
Very much
My skin and throat
And I did not understand
Exactly
How to get out
Almost got upset
But took a break
To breathe
Amidst stinging pain
Then opened the clip
And escaped
The feeling is fading
As I pass the next station
Darkness is falling
Fireworks burn the sky
Windy rains ambush
My train from the side
Going much faster now
A window is rattling
Shrieking wheels cut
The monotonous sounds
I lost my eBook
So I can not read to
Relax and distract
The visions that grow
Beyond comprehension
And still burns my throat
Why we do things
And others
We want
We do not do
Is such a something
I don't think I
Should think about
Why my throat burns
And my heart turns
When it is you
I think about
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
My new novel
Is now available
On the online circle
Of Amazon Kindle
As a soft copy eBook
And as a traditional
Hard copy novel
It set it in beyond COVID19 days,
Read what I write as a PhD scholar.
I know that China modified it,
Naturally, CoV won't affect us so much.
China altered it in the Wuhan lab,
They made it a novel Coronavirus,
They called it nCoV19, ask why,
Because they engineered it in 2019.
My novel talks about it,
This sin is punished,
Not just by India,
But also by USA,
And everyone sane,
There happens WW3,
The Negative Axis powers are:
China, North Korea & Pakistan
Indian Army has HuSaVe's,
Human Safety Vehicles,
Robotic suits that the DRDO creates.
China copies them,
Removes the human part,
And makes GHOST's,
Global Human Omission Safety Transformers.
The story is built with a lot of action, some technology and a bit of romance,
A lot of red shades make the story, some blues for it and a bit of pink,
For writing it, I wasted not a microlitre of real ink.
Indian Army comes up with TASIP,
Terrestrial Army Soldier Improvement Program,
And the protagonist, Ravindra Thakur is selected to be one of them.
He becomes a genetically modified soldier,
The DRDO has a specialist scientist Dr. Malakar who does it with his team,
CRISPR-Cas9 is used to elongate all his telomeres,
And now he has stronger chromosomes.
Ravindra & his batchmates can handle extreme doses of hormones,
Adrenalin, human growth hormone and testosterone to name a few,
These hormones can otherwise **** people in such high overdose,
But his sixth sense is strengthened and even the seventh & eighth senses top with those,
You begin to read it and if you can't put it down, blame it on me,
Cross-references to my previous novel help bring your heart closer,
Yes, the novel is sci-fi, army, diplomacy and hypothetically viable too.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 4:24 AM UTC
The other guy stood in front of a bus
He knew that wasn't a line to cross
But still his coins he tossed
Lost in thought, he just stood
Idiot they call him
But I beg to differ
The girl followed her friend
She didn't know the trend
Their needs she would tend
She didn't know when this would end
Her ways she'd bend
Idiot they called her
But I beg to differ
Every time he spoke
He sounded like he was high on coke
But we knew he was broke
Coke won't give him stroke
His words were like those the bicycle spoke spoke
Idiot they called him
But I beg to differ
Abstinence is good
*** could be crude
For some it's food
Others it's just rude
But then we know what is crude
about what is good
that is food and could be rude
Idiot they call us
But I beg to differ
wise ones exist
Idiots persist
From the truth they desist
The truth they resist
Idiots they call them
But I beg to differ
Yes I am surrounded by idiots
But no am not an idiot
Cause am wise enough to learn from them
Let their foolishness give me a view of my future if I follow them
Wise men are known for what they say
When wise men stop saying wise things they become idiots...
To be continued in the book...
"I am surrounded by idiots" - 10 things idiots won't tell!
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Dear wizard of computer,
of the world.
have idea spining around
in my head.
let build computer,
with home libarry an voice reader.
i speaking about literature ebook.
my friends
build it on the hard drive.
of computer.
then have home school courses ware
on to hard drive also.
grammer school an high school.
study material.
may help people more educated about life.
make more people happy about life .
share gift knowledge is true gift in life.
an that my idea , people.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 4:12 PM UTC
Hello my Dear Poet friends
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
You can find The Biology Of Strangeness and my other books at my Amazon Author’s Page: www.amazon.com/author/mikeessig. You can get print or ebook. Read for free with Amazon Prime.
If you are kind enough to buy, please, please, please leave a review on Amazon. It takes a minute and makes a huge difference for any Indie writer.
Here is a chance to feed a poet’s starving cat. Not as much fun as sleeping with the poet, but more important.
Off to Minnesota to my God Son’s wedding. See you on Thursday. :) Mike
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
perfume samples at the airport
lukewarm bite-size samples at Costco
the first chapter of an ebook.
a whiff, a taste, a peek.
do you want more?
will you commit to buying the full product?
or will you keep searching?
chasing? craving?
it seems to be inexplicably conditional -
for some, you’ll stop dead in your tracks,
knowing to stock up.
for many, you’ll move on,
forgetting you ever halted to try it.
but maybe you’ll remember how it felt,
deep-down it resonated with you,
and it’ll affect your other future decisions.
what makes us fall in love?
what makes us tether,
souls tied,
minds aligned,
keep choosing to fall with each other?
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 5:41 AM UTC
Try to buy the ebook of my novel '7 Seconds' @
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The book is about Akshant, a young man who grows up romancing with life until he meets with a serious accident. He saves a flight from hijackers towards the end. The hijackers belong to 'Shuddha Rakht' (Pure Blood), an extremist organization on lines of the **** Party that wants to purify the bloodlines of India.
Do write about it and share its link on Facebook after you have read it.
You can read it on your Android or Kindle or other reading devices - may be your laptop or desktop computers.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: of the EBook THE BULLIED, by Alan Johnson
In between reading
I stare at you
And you notice
Even though you are watching TV
You glance (But it’s not
A what does he want glance.)
And I pretend to be interested in reading
Until a commercial break
And you rise from the sofa
And come to my chair
And from my lap
Plants kisses and talk,
Do what a woman does
When she’s glad
A man is her man.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
I published my first eBook yesterday and thought it would be appropriate to inform my Hello Poetry crowd. :-)
Currently, it is published on two websites - Lulu and Amazon. I am using any profit from this to manufacture hard copies. Really, I just need to get my feet on the ground as an author. Any interest helps/makes me happy enough to kiss your faces. Links are seen below. If you'd rather purchase on the iBookstore or for Nook, message me so I can show you when it becomes available there.
http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/woman-child/13772994
http://www.amazon.com/Woman-Child-ebook/dp/B00C9Q4GPS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1365524909&sr;=1-1
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Black inked signs constellate the book
An alien seizes the pages with its code
It’s humming a tune in js node
Transcribing the object with bits it took.
Computing rows of digits to see
On its cover an apple tree
Lit up on the smooth pad you hold
For this ebook, you have just sold.
April 6, 2018
Lyon
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
Justice
Forced conformity,
By states that steal our freedom,
Does not justice make.
No price is too high,
To break the chains that deny,
Our right to freedom.
-------------------------
Hubris
We pay a high price,
When hubris drives our actions,
Instead of reason.
Wiser ones than we,
Can leave us clear warning signs,
That we will ignore.
Mice run for the cheese,
Heedless of the deadly trap,
Alas, so do we.
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The above are teaser poem for my SF short stories "Justice" and "The Riddle of the Sphinx: Solved". You can download both in ebook format free until 3/15/22, but only at the following link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/429453
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 11:48 AM UTC
Hey everyone, I just published a poetry compilation book called A Compilation of Chaos. It is available on lulu, Amazon ebook, Barnes and Noble nook, and Kobo Bookstore. Check it out, it would me the world to me! Thanks!
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
I am a qualified post-graduate engineering degree holder from NDRI Karnal now and I am trying to complete a PhD program. I completed my Bachelor of Technology degree in Biotechnology from MDU in spite of a terrible road accident that imposed a partial physically challenged state on my life. I already wrote one inspired by my life till the 4th semester of my B.Tech degree and imagining the extreme consequences of the unfortunate caste-based (instead of the only economic criterion) reservation fiasco which are about to take place now.
I am guilty of wasting my precious time in the untimely search for love. I wrote about it in a creative form.
It also has some situational poetry in English and Hindi apart from few dialogues in languages other than English.
You will be surprised to know how accurately I predicted the fuel crisis and the protagonist named Akshant Kautilya Sharma does his research towards developing better supplementary fuel to help the economy.
Akshant’s search for love ends in a girl who loves him since their childhood days.
Akshant Kautilya Sharma teams up with an unlikely ally to defeat the hijack attempt by the currently only-fictitious anti-caste based reservation system terrorist organisation named Shuddh Rakt.
Amazon.com: 7 Seconds: A Typical Guy, Atypical Life eBook: Atul Kaushal: Kindle Store
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
We're constantly being reminded
Technology disrupts our lives
Breaking essential communication
Between family friend and wife's
I don't let my phone distract me
In fact I barely look
I'm usually watching telly
Or reading my ebook
Sometimes my computer
Needs me to update
This can take a while
Keeping me up late
But I always have time for family
If my facebook page is down
Then Instagram and snapchat
Give news within my town
Once things went really bad
my screens were all blank
Now I've got my life back
A Power Pack to thank
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
My first small book of poems, still one I love,
That scans most of a lifetime's pain and joy,
A journey rendered in very few words,
Songs of myself and of far better souls.
Of all I've published it is the least read,
Yet one I hope survives me when I'm dead.
_____________
Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems free in all eBook formats only at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/181370
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 7:53 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Except for the title none of this is mine; the direct quotation following is from Shakespeare:
Jill Macbeth
…Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th’ effect and it! Come to my woman’s *******
And take my milk for gall, your murd’ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, “Hold, hold!”
-Macbeth I.v.41-62
The Project Gutenberg eBook of Macbeth, by William Shakespeare
Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 12:22 PM UTC