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Attitudes of Life by Jacqueline A. Counce ISBN 1-891429-09-4 Poetry, 143-pages $12.95 |
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Tripas by Gregorio Tomas ISBN 1-891429-05-1 Poetry, 131-pages $9.95 |
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Attitudes of Life by Jacqueline A. Counce ISBN 1-891429-09-4 Poetry, 143-pages $12.95 |
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Somewhere In Slumber
The moon settles and shines down it's light. Opening a beauty that magnetizes the night. Capturing the silence in it's usual way. Sending a crispness in the air that I lay.
Showing the stars as a cloud passes by. Raising a curtain for the audience it seems. Just to give way to the changes that come. Deep in the night , So that I may see sweet dreams.
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The Promise
Each day I pray that I'll know the way. The one in which you'll lead me today.
Clear my vision and help me to see, The path that I've taken is the one for me.
Guided by faith, so that I may not fall, But if I slip, Lord hear my call.
Hold out your hand and keep me strong. In the face of temptation that will lead me wrong.
Open my ears so that I may hear. The words you speak which are so dear.
The messge will go as far as I see. This is my promise to you from me.
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Tripe 5 (Moment Between the Clouds and the Rain)
The universal water tank of love rises out of collective subconscious. Monolithic good holding evil in stasis but really love is just an oasis that rises like a mirage up out of our dreams sanctuary along your desert journey it seems through the eternal form of streams they come to us in our dreams an oasis where a man and a woman can gain the sweet passing moment between the clouds and the rain. Sometimes when you lie in your lover’s arms when love glows sweet and the very sky it does charm droplets mist down and glisten her pain the moment between the clouds and the rain. |
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Tripas by Gregorio Tomas ISBN 1-891429-05-1 Poetry, 131-pages $9.95 |
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My Eyes Within Your Mind by Kathryn Rian Cole ISBN 1-891429-34-5 Poetry, 87-pages $14.95 |
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Memorable Moments in Time by James A. Osteen, Jr. ISBN 1-891429-51-5 Poetry, 161-pages $12.50 |
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Can you hear me as I speak through your mind? Can you feel me as I touch you through your soul. Can you breathe as I breathe. Can you see as I touch your heart. Can you hold me when we’re apart. I can touch you, I can see, I will love you forever for all eternity. When I look into your eyes, I feel it all over again. From the first moment you held my hand. You have all this passion that’s been locked away behind a door, but now I have the key, the key to your world. I hold it close to me, close to my heart, for our love is the strongest bond; no one can break that apart. I love you unconditionally, I love you deeply and true, I love you minute by minute and when the sky isn’t blue. You are my light, you are my moon, and you are everything to me and more. You are the man that I love, and I want to tell the world. |
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My Eyes Within Your Mind by Kathryn Rian Cole ISBN 1-891429-34-5 Poetry, 87-pages $14.95 |
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Memorable moments so many ways to say it
My eyes are closed but I still see what I have locked in memory. Things that I had thought were gone in my mind they’re living on.
And looking back in there again to all the places I have been. I see friends I used to know inside that world of long ago.
All the games we used to play are coming back from yesterday. And I can see in my mind all the fun we left behind.
There upon our youthful path that I’ve sealed up in photograph. And once again I can see that day of then inside of me.
With eyes still closed and open mind to all the things I left behind. I let me wander ore and ore to the things that are no more
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The good old days
I sure do love to reminisce about the good old days At least that’s how they seem to me in so many different ways.
Now I’m not running down today I wouldn’t do that God forbid. But I sure do love to wander back to when I was a kid.
And think of all the many things we used to do back when. People knew you by your name and you got along with kin.
Back when all the neighbors were just as poor as you. And folk did all they could for everyone they knew.
When children would obey what their parents said. And say their prayers at night before they went to bed.
Where parents stilled believed that there was a God. And the way to spoil a child was to spare the rod.
Where people had respect for other people’s stuff. And shared their own with others when they didn’t have enough.
When what your parents said was the law that you lived by. And you went ahead and did it without ever asking why.
Now I know our world today has changed in many ways. But I still love to reminisce about the good old days! |
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Memorable Moments in Time by James A. Osteen, Jr. ISBN 1-891429-51-5 Poetry, 161-pages $12.50 |
