Julia Smith on Making profit off of poetry
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My poem on the Scottish referendum result, published on Poetry 24. Big thanks to Laura Taylor for switching me on to the blog..
Thursday 18th December 2014 10:41 am
I've now published my epic verse-novel God The Banana. It's available in print on Amazon & on Kindle at http://www.amazon.co.uk/God-The-Banana-Tim-Ellis/dp/150317428X/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1417545504&sr=1-2
I posted the first two of the 437-sonnet story here a few weeks ago. This is how it continues:
Many thousand sticks of incense smoulder
blueing the gloomy hall within t...
Tuesday 2nd December 2014 6:58 pm
Locked behind Xanax bars; trapped between the ocean and stars
To rot away the life I have been given; to choose a life of opposition
For Unless one happened to stumble upon a key; I couldn't be, I know not what she
believes, only that through the drugs she sees
Through storms we sailed, across the ocean without fail, with glowing eyes that impale she is sure to turn heaven fro...
Friday 14th November 2014 1:19 am
A scratch on the back that send chills down your back
A smile that lit the darkside of the moon
No cares in the world
She whirled, twirled her hands till noon
Falling into the sand
Keeping the angel
BAck now aches with pain and regret
Moon is shaded with darkness and now seeking vengeance
More worried filled the world
Now standing still
Thursday 25th September 2014 10:26 pm
Now that people are becoming more aware of my poetic efforts, interests are being expressed regarding the background of my poetry - in addition, to my spiritual muse. In this installment, I share the background and poem "In Remembrance of Grandma".
I recognize that most of you reading this article will not know much about my maternal Grandmother, other than what you're able to glean from this p...
Thursday 21st August 2014 6:20 pm
When all the laughter stops, when it abides,
And all the tears of joy begin to dry,
When all the world looks up from aching sides,
And all the breathlessness allows a sigh.
A light, so brightly shining starts to wane,
But hidden out of sight, battles in vain.
When all the smiles are full, when they recede,
And straighten out into a furrowed frown,
When all the life in vibrancy concedes...
Tuesday 12th August 2014 10:49 pm
But one single bullet, from barrel to throat,
Choked and opened the wounds of the world,
Unfurled in the seat of a phaeton,
Played on like the most tragic of tragedies,
Greek in essence but eastern in substance,
As Sophie wilts in the lap of Austria,
A single shot through the heart of a continent,
The blood racing fast to the carriage beneath,
Signals the start of relentless war lines,
Monday 28th July 2014 11:51 pm
No, there'll be no poem today.
I have a headache that won't go away.
It could be my blood pressure or tooth decay,
or maybe I just need some nasal spray,
But there'll definitely be no poem today.
Friday 4th July 2014 1:43 am
I wrote this second edition at the suggestion of M.C. Newberry
Wednesday 16th April 2014 2:04 pm
A Memory of Schooldays
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, ...
Thursday 27th February 2014 5:29 pm
What dark threads did you choose, my Mother,
To weave on the loom of your life, For you loved gold and silver, my Mother,
And I remember your singing and laughter.
I remember your courage, my Mother,
For you were always in pain;
And I remember your fear.
You never swerved from the straight, my Mother,
Though you struggled on a stony road.
What was the cost of your choice...
Friday 21st February 2014 12:14 pm
Once in land far away
Was a woman
she knelt to pray
She prayed for a child who could be
The key to a new dawn of ages
The baby was conceived
Naturally of course
By union of bodies
By lustful souls
The scrolls foretold the child would grow to be
A pawn in the game of prophecy
A son of the goddess
Her diamond ,glowing bright in the sky
But there would be...
Sunday 9th February 2014 5:12 pm
Born of a ducks egg
Hatched by a toad
The dread cockatrice uses wherwell priory as its abode
Don't be caught by its steely glare
Or be made into stone statue
If it catches you with it's eyes
So don't look run
Or be overcome
It eats and causes destruction wherever it flies
So watch the skies with fearful eyes
But wait a man called green
Seeks the four acre reward
He polishes a piece ...
Sunday 9th February 2014 5:08 pm
Some Advice From Edwina Currie, Former MP
Don’t give thanks
for local food banks
the emotionally needy
the tattooed dog owners
Friday 7th February 2014 10:16 pm
Her face was peppered with white powder,
The prouder part of her slender frame
Lay still, a weary head on a pillow
By an open window four floors away.
Eyes of glass catch hazed reflections
From the direction of London lamps
Lighting themselves one by one,
But she does not smile at their amber gleam
Whilst the seams of her soul come undone.
Vague melt solidifies natures crime scene.
Thursday 23rd January 2014 12:02 pm