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Poems For Lovers Available As EBook.

Poems For Lovers. The Kindle EBook version of Poems For Lovers is now available at Amazon. If you want the Kindle version check the site in 72 hours and the files should be available for download.

#PoetryFriday - Knight Errant

Challenge

"They brought something to the table",
She said,
as she threw the scarf of challenge
before him.
In her mind,
the other Knights
bore gifts and charms
suited for a Queen.

He was a Knight Errant,
on a quixotic quest
for love
Aboard his Rocinante,
wobbling toward an uncertain future.

Was his quest futile?

He wanted to sing to her
of impossible dreams,
and glorious quests,
and pure love.

But,
in his heart,
he knew that his Dulcinea knew,
that his heart wasn't ready
for failure.

He raised his sword,
ready for the battle.
his unsteady hand,
grasping at straws.

What about what he brought to the table?

Poems For Lovers Gets Some Blog Love

Execupundit. I really appreciate the blogger friends I have around the globe giving some blog love to the book. Their friendship, and their links, are much appreciated. Thanks, Michael.

Google Books - Yes, It Is Here As Well.

Poems For Lovers Yes, Virginia, the book is at Google Books also. Want exposure for your new offering? The Internet allows you to place it everywhere.

Amazon Book Recommendation - Buy This Book

Poems For Lovers. It isn't often that I find a book that moves me like this new collection of poetry from Rick Georges, the FutureLawyer. Just kidding. But, the new collection is now available at Amazon, and, given the commercial success of most poetry collections, I fully expect sales in the tens. So, get out your credit card, people, and buy, buy, buy.

#PoetryFriday - Delusions And Other Tips For Modern Living

DELUSION

Their money they buried
Their daughters they married
Their valuables they carried
everywhere they went.

They locked their doors
They seldom took risks
They ate healthy food
They spent hours on exercise machines.

They lived like they wouldn’t die
and refused to think about death.
They worked until they slept
and slept for half the day.
They didn’t learn the lessons of history.
They spent their time
trying to control their environment.

They never wanted to risk rejection
so they never loved.
They didn’t want to disappoint the neighbors
so they bought everything they saw.
They never saw a sunrise
and spent their sunsets watching TV.

They were surprised when life ended
and wondered where the time went.
They thought they would live forever
but the money and valuables and
swimming pools and fancy houses
lived longer than they did.
Those things live forever
and we don’t.

What did you say you were doing today?

#PoetryFriday - Poems For Lovers Is Now Available

Poems For Lovers. Well, enough of you have demanded that I put out a new collection of poems (both of you know who you are), that I have done it. You can purchase a copy at the site, although there are alternatives. It will soon be available on Amazon, and in EBook format. And, if you are attending my wedding in three weeks, you might find a surprise in your gift bag. (he said smiling). In any event, pun intended, it has been a labor of love. I have been pleasantly surprised at the quality of some of the current self publishing companies. It isn't the same game as it was in the past, when established publishers could send out rejection notices to thousands of supplicants. Of course, self publishing, (or vanity press) has a bad reputation, because it can attract some really bad writing. But, each of us thinks that our writing is great. As a practicing Stoic, I struggle to believe that the opinions of others don't matter. I write from the heart, whether appreciated or not. But, we all like getting social media likes, don't we? Oh well. Here is my latest collection. I hope you like it. But, my Stoic soul doesn't care. (still smiling)

#TBT - Memories And Forgetting Are The Key

Time keeps rolling like a river. Sad, overused metaphor. But, true nonetheless. We remember, but we also forget, and live our lives day to day the best we can. Accept the yin and yang, and get busy living.

Remember And Forget

Everywhere I go
Everywhere I look
Everything I see

Reminds me of you.

You chase me on the highway
Follow me into every room
Stare at me from every wall
And talk to me every day.

I run away from you
At the mall
I wonder if you are behind every corner
I get in the car
And drive to nowhere
In order to escape the memory of you.

I saw you at the car wash the other day
Across the street from the record store
Where we wandered the aisles
of forgotten music
and tried to remember where you were
when I saw you last.

You invade my sleep.
I feel your warm body next to mine
Until I grasp the cold pillow
in the dark.

I make the bed in the morning
to remind me of you.
I try to be quiet
when I leave the room
Until I remember that you aren’t there anymore.

Sometimes I try to escape the memories
And then I remember that I want them in my life.
Remember and forget.
Forget and remember.

Life is harder than it used to be.

#PoetryFriday - Death Of The Metaphor

Death Of The Metaphor

He wrote poetry where metaphors went to die.
But, when she entered his life,
she lit up the darkened room,
so he used the metaphor anyway.
When she entered his life,
his boat, floundering, found its depth
in the cool waters of her love,
so he used the metaphor anyway.
When she came to him in the night,
he stopped running away
and embraced the possibilities,
so he used the metaphor anyway.
When the acorn she threw
grew into a tree, and he sheltered under its leaves,
he used the metaphor anyway.

After all, that’s what love is for.

#PoetryFriday - Magic

Magic

"Daddy, I love you, let me splash you with my magic".
She said, frolicking in the pool,
Holding her rubber duckie,
which doubled as a pool thermometer.
In her eyes, it was a magic wand,
capable of great feats.

All things were possible.

How could I tell her
that life would disappoint her,
and that,
in between the ecstasy and the pain,
the mementos of a happy childhood
would dissolve into days of sadness and hurt?

Or was that true after all?

I looked into the eyes of a true lover,
whose purity was unsullied by the failures of the world.
I wondered if her true love would wash over me,
and transform the world into a magical place,
where unconditional caring was commonplace.

I turned away, so that she would not see the tears,
hoping that her time of magic would last long,
and that some of her magic would always be there
to splash over me.