An amazing poem by Charles Yallowitz.
Greed from Fullmetal Alchemist
(Another personification of an emotion poem. I remember being excited about finding the Latin word for ‘Greed’.)
Humanity has evolved to suit my needs.
I am primeval.
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Cities have been built to my glory.
I am monumental.
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People have been crushed by my influence.
I am addictive.
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Those that deny me are forced to toil in vain.
I am valuable.
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Society will always keep me alive.
I AM GREED.
One of my favourite modern poets is doing an interview and reading some of his poems. Don’t miss it.
On Tuesday 10 May, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading series over Zoom. During the interview I talked about and read my poetry.
The show is due to be broadcast at 9 pm (UK time) today (Thursday 12 May). For details of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series please follow this link https://coopradio.org/shows/world-poetry-cafe/.
A link to the podcast will be available at a future date. Once available I will post it here.
My thanks to Ariadne of The World Poetry Reading Series for featuring me on her show.
Kevin
Sue Vincent was a bright light in the world. Sadly it is now just over a year since that light went out.
I wrote a poem as a tribute to Sue, and I think I should repost it now in her memory.
It was with great sadness that I learned of the passing of Sue. Although this had been expected, it is nonetheless a most sorrowful day.
I did not know Sue personally, but her writing and her philosophy of life struck a chord in me, and in many others. The Blogosphere is a darker place now her light has gone.
I wrote this poem as a tribute to her. I was a bit reluctant to post it, knowing how wonderful Sue’s writing was, but then I thought, “It’s the least I can do for her.”
So here it is.
Sue Vincent
14th September 1958 – 29th March 2021
R.I.P
A TRIBUTE TO SUE VINCENT
Her light has gone;
Gone from the world.
So brightly it shone
Now darkness unfurls.
The stars in the heavens
Are happy tonight,
For she dances for aeons
In their beautiful light.
She was sent to us all
To teach us to see
The wonders abounding
On Earth, Air and Sea.
Her wonderful writing
Prose and Poetry
Made us look around
At the flower and tree.
Of the hidden world, too,
She gave us to see
Of what lies in secret
In church, hill and lea.
But she has not left us.
There are books we can read.
We can still learn much from her
If her wisdom we heed.
Perhaps in the future
One day she’ll return
And carry on teaching
Those who will learn.
There’s nothing more I can say.
A wonderful tribute to Sally Cronin. She deserves everything that was said about her. And this is especially special because of the superb authors at Story Empire who chose to celebrate her.
And her books of short stories are wonderful, too.
Go across to her website and meet her. Here’s a link.
I am going away for a week, visiting various friends and relatives. As a result, I’m not posting this week. I’ll be back the next week.
Here are some hilarious one-liners thanks to Sally Cronin. They’ll cheer anyone up.
The roundest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.
I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.
I am at the first edit of Book 4 of The Wolves of Vimar. It’s called Immortal’s Death. Once it’s gone through this edit, I’ll send it to critique partners to see what they make of it.
It will be some time yet before it’s ready to go to my publisher, though, but I would like to tell you a bit about one of my favourite characters.
This character began as a surprise in Book 1, The Wolf Pack. He helped the group known as Wolf to escape from capture by a band of hobgoblins. Then he disappeared until the end of book 3, making a brief appearance.
However, this character was not going to be left out. He did not want a bit-part, and so in this book he has quite an important role.
Well, he’s not human, elf or dwarf. In fact he’s a small relative of dragons. He and his like are called dragonets, and he is called Muldee.
A dragonet looks to all intents and purposes like a small dragon. In fact, the members of Wolf though he and his siblings were baby dragons, until he put them right.
Dragonets, unlike real dragons, have iridescent scales. Real dragons have scales of a particular colour, but those of dragonets shimmer in blue, red, green, purple, yellow, white, you name it and you’ll see it there.
They cannot breathe fire or acid or anything else, like real dragons, nor are they magical, but they do have one talent.
Dragonets are telepathic, and also have a slight telekinesis ability. They can send what they call a ‘mindblast’ into the brain of another creature. They use this for capturing their prey, but it is insufficient to kill a large creature. If they want to kill or seriously harm something larger than a cat, a group of them will band together and use a co-ordinated mind blast.
A single dragonet is capable of giving a large creature a very nasty headache, though.
So much for the background. I’m going to leave more about Muldee for another post, probably next week. He’s quite a character. I’m sure you will like him.
We visited my daughter and husband at the weekend and he showed us a video. I thought you might like to have a giggle, so I’m sharing it here.
Please leave your comments in the comments box.
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Maria and her husband, Jack, have moved into an old cottage. They want to furnish it with period furniture and buy a medieval table.
That’s when the mystery begins. Strange sounds in the night. Have they bought a haunted house? But a medium tells them it is not a ‘lost spirit’, but something else she does not recognise.
What is it that is causing them to lose sleep? The answer is more unexpected than anyone thought.
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I am not a fan of modern poetry. I’ve said this before. I’m not saying many of these poems are not poetic, and beautiful in many ways, I just can’t recognise them as poetry. To me, poetry should have at least rhythm, if not rhyme. (And as someone who has written poetry, it is much more difficult to deal with rhythm and/or rhyme.) Many of these modern poems, or Free Verse, would not be recognised as poetry if they were not in lines. (In many cases, seemingly random line breaks.)
My friend, Kevin Morris, writes poetry that I recognise as poetry. He writes humorous verse along with other more philosophical ones, and they rhyme and have rhythm.
He has been featured, reading his own poetry, on Canadian Radio on more than one occasion.
He showcases some of his poetry on his blog. (address below).
Here is an example of one of the poems from his latest collection.
I see the sun shine,
Think on the divine
And the tick tock
Of the ever-present clock.
I hear the blackbird,
Who has heard
Nought of clock
And my fleeting word.
(Blackbird can be found in Leaving and Other Poems, which is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09R8NG6WQ/).
Connect with Kevin on the following sites:
Links:
Blog: https://kmorrispoet.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/drewdog2060_
The review below was of Further Selected Poems of K. Morris, also available on Amazon, as Leaving and Other Poems is only just out and it has not got any Amazon reviews yet.
5.0 out of 5 stars
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 29 March 2021
Here we have some funny but also thought provoking poems and limericks. I have to say I do prefer the limericks that are in this book as they are very amusing. My favourite poem in the book is Sparrows in the tree as we get a lot of sparrows in our garden, they are very common in the UK. Now every time I see a sparrow I will be thinking of this poem. My favourite limerick in here is There once was a turkey called Paul, just from the title alone you know it is going to be funny. I laughed my socks off on this limerick. Thank you once again to Kevin who has written some truly fantastic verses.
Kevin was born in the city of Liverpool on 6th January 1969. Having attended The Royal School for the Blind and St. Vincent’s School for the Blind in Liverpool, he went on to read History and Politics at the University College of Swansea.
Having graduated with a BA (Joint Honours), and an MA in Political Theory, Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works.
Being visually impaired, Kevin uses screen reading software called Job Access with Speech (JAWS) which converts text into speech and braille, enabling him to use a Windows laptop.
Much of Kevin’s poetry is written in his home, which overlooks a historic park in Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace, a suburb of Greater London.
Have you read any of Kevin’s poetry? Let me know in the comments box.
How about a free, exclusive story? You can get one, by me, by clicking on the link below.
Maria and her husband, Jack, have moved into an old cottage. They want to furnish it with period furniture and buy a medieval table.
That’s when the mystery begins. Strange sounds in the night. Have they bought a haunted house? But a medium tells them it is not a ‘lost spirit’, but something else she does not recognise.
What is it that is causing them to lose sleep? The answer is more unexpected than anyone thought.
By clicking on the link, you will join my quarterly newsletter. But don’t worry, you can unsubscribe at any time, including as soon as you have downloaded the story, if you wish.
I won’t spam you, either. You will only get a newsletter every 3 months, but I might occasionally send you a present, or some exciting news, like a new release.
Dragons Rule OK. V.M.Sang (author) 