Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, October 27, 2023

DAY "27" OF THE HAUNTING

 


Another dawn

and we're not gone

we made a pledge

and our word

is our bond!

100 words

for all you nerds

who suffer coulrophobia.

MUAHAHAHAHA!


The Perfect Child

They say you're safe during the day. But I can attest that it's not true. At a carnival when I was two, a sweet-looking clown made me smile. Then quickly disappeared with me in a pouch.

Twenty years later. I'm the clown. Red hair, red nose, and a pouch ready to go. I can make them laugh too. And the perfect child I will have soon.

But Mommy's overly protective, so I follow them home. Distracted and on the phone, her sweet little guy will be mine soon.

One day he'll delight the crowds to find his perfect child.

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100 words

Yolanda Renee © 2023

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In case you didn't know

coulrophobia is the fear of clowns.

Photo by Nong on Unsplash


Not funny

Not cute

But neither is a clown

in an oversized suit

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!


Sunday, July 17, 2022

Choose Beauty

 

Look at that sky

sorrow and sadness must fly

it's time to stand up

kick abuse to the curb

no more woe-is-me

no more words that disturb

God gave us a choice

He gave us a voice

I'll make my way

beginning today

and for all the tomorrows

believing in truth

forgiveness and peace

a gift from above

given in love

ours to claim

and without blame

see how easy it is

to wash away the gray.

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 Yolanda Renée ©2022



Thank you, everyone, for your kind words. 



Saturday, July 9, 2022

Summer Is Here - Covid Be Gone


 Photo by Ethan Robertson on Unsplash

Summer Is Here

 

Covid be gone

summer is here

I've more important

things to do

and now, no fear

 

just listen

hear the winds howl,

gust and blow

hot air above one hundred

sweltering and sultry beyond words

 

Covid be gone

it's too beautiful to be pallid

the waves crash

whitecaps on an evergreen sea

so just leave me be

 

palm trees wave

but never sway

their trunks stand tall,

even in a squall

or hurricane come this fall

 

flowers are bright

as the bee's light

hear the bird song

the frogs' croak

nature, so full of hope

 

Covid be gone

it's time you departed

for regions unknown

health and happiness

God's promise, our own.

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Yolanda Renee © 2022




Wednesday, August 18, 2021

WEP - Freedom of Speech

    WORDS

 I wish you'd never been born

you're useless

moron, I've told you a thousand times

you disgust me

get out of my sight

                have you seen yourself 

                                ugly

          what are you, deaf, dumb, and blind

            you'll never amount to anything

                      you're nothing now

                          straight A's, ha

                     you're just showing off

   can't tell your ass from a hole in the ground

                     stupid is as stupid does

                    idiot, I've raised an idiot

                    I'll never understand you

                              stupid cow

                       get out of my sight

          you are the worst, the absolute worst

                   you've ruined everything

          I hope you live a long unhappy life

                                whore 

         you'll never be anything but a whore

           you were the ruination of my life

                    as far as I'm concerned

                          you don't exist

     I never want to see your face again, ever!

                      © Yolanda Renée 2021

Photo by Zika Radosavljevic on Unsplash


Monday, November 2, 2020

For Opal: My Book of Poetry

Now Available the Kindle!



When I was seven

I found heaven

my grandmother's house

I was the city mouse.

With a large bed just for me

not one bed, shared by three

awake each morning

to a bird song melody.

Peace and quiet

and a pancake diet

amid the flowers and the trees

I explored every nook and cranny.

A crowing rooster, cows, and chickens

I helped out in the barn and the kitchen

a sewing lesson with needle and thread

soon exhausted, I curled up in my large bed.

Snakes and storms, roses and thorns

homemade ice cream and fresh corn

my escape from a family of seven

Grandma's Earthly home was heaven.

  Yolanda Renée (C) 2020

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Coming Soon!


In paperback

For Opal is a collection of poems written in memory of Lilly Opal Stansberry, my grandmother, and the inspiration for my writing. These poems portray a moment in time. Highlighting love, loss, tragedy, and survival. A few done just for fun and several that have a murderous slant. But they are all a small picture of life. Some are real and others pure fiction.

Before she passed, I promised her I would publish a book of poetry. This is that promise kept. Publication date November 2nd - would have been her 108th birthday.

I'm under no illusion, a poet I am not, but each verse has meaning for me.

Maybe it will strike a chord for you too!

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Anyone willing to do a blog post for my poetry book. Let me know. I'll send you a copy and we can discuss the subject. 

Or a simple shout out would be most appreciated.





Friday, October 30, 2020

A Promise Kept

 Available Now!

Just Published

How Do I Love Thee?

 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning says it best.

But I have an answer to the question posed, just like the rest.

I love thee for washing the dishes.

I love thee for doing the chores and always answering the door.

I love thee for granting most all my wishes.

I love thee for doing the laundry and grocery shopping.

I love thee for pursuing and never stopping.

I love thee for working hard, especially in the overgrown yard.

I love thee for letting me nap and for not acting like a sap.

I love thee for loving me gently, taking me to the stars on a ride so heavenly.

I love thee for accepting my worst; our lives have been blessed, not cursed.

I love thee unshaven or perfectly coiffed.

I love thee unrobed or fully clothed.

I love your mind, for an intelligent man is hard to find.

I love thee because you are you

and because you love me

unconditionally.

  Yolanda Renée (C) 2020

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Just Released!


For Opal: My Book of Poetry


For Opal is a collection of poems written in memory of Lilly Opal Stansberry, my grandmother, and the inspiration for my writing. These poems portray a moment in time. Highlighting love, loss, tragedy, and survival. A few done just for fun and several that have a murderous slant. But they are all a small picture of life. Some are real and others pure fiction.

Before she passed, I promised her I would publish a book of poetry. This is that promise kept. Publication date November 2nd - would have been her 108th birthday.

I'm under no illusion, a poet I am not, but each verse has meaning for me.

Maybe it will strike a chord for you too!

*****

Anyone willing to do a blog post for my poetry book. Let me know. I'll send you a copy and we can discuss the subject. 

Or a simple shout out would be most appreciated.


Sunday, October 18, 2020

BOO!

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

 Hang your ghastly decorations

black lights, demon pumpkins, and witches.

You’re wasting your expectations.

Ghosts don’t exist.

 How can they haunt or harm

To be frightened, I resist.

 October, Halloween, or

All Hallows Eve.

 The dead don’t rise

and bones won’t walk or rattle

for either tricks or treats.

 So, play your games.

But I don’t buy it.

 Ghosts and ghoulies

are only a figment of your imagination.

The stroke of midnight will show

you’ve wasted your fear 

And now November 3rd is here!

Mwahahaha!!!


YES!



Monday, February 10, 2020

Smiling Out Loud by Robert Jacobs

My guest today is Robert Jacobs
Author of Smiling Out Loud
A book of poetry –
Take a poetic journey, from darkness to light. 
There is occasional terror, 
appeals to the heart, and laughs to delight.
You can read my review here.

1.   The hardest scene to write –

Big Hurt, Big Heart is a poem about a schizophrenic and his loneliness.  My brother, 11/2 years younger is schizophrenic.  I tried to capture some of his feelings, his inherent loneliness.  It started as something different.  I feel I can still edit it and rewrite it.  I did not quite get what I was looking for.  Just writing about it now makes me realize how much I missed.  I will probably try again.

2.   What makes you run screaming?

Poetry that only expresses feelings but doesn’t describe the person being written about. Tell me about the person you love (or hate).  We all have feelings.  We all don’t have Rene, or Eileen, or Dennis.

3.   Dropped in a remote spot, survival test, 3 tools.

Prospect Park, Brooklyn, New York. 3 tools, my cell phone iPhone 11 Max Pro, a cigarette lighter, a Swiss Army knife.  The idea of a truly remote spot doesn’t appeal to me.

4.   Behind the scenes tidbit. 

In spite of being a good student, I quit going to high school when I was 15 years old. Later went back and finished and went on to college.  I’ve never written about that but I can see doing something in the future.

5.   Living anywhere and writing a book about it.

I’d like to spend the time between London and Paris.

6.   What would I tell my younger self?

Write every week.  Set goals. Get into the habit of writing. Read poetry. Be disciplined in developing a plan to develop writing skills.

7.   What does literary success look like to you?

Having people ask me when my next book will be out and what is it about.  Basically, having a following. It can be relatively small but it needs to be present. Also, having someone, a publisher, perhaps, assist with marketing.

8.   The book I’m working on.

I have enough unpublished poems for a second book. The problem is I want it to be better than the first book. I am a better writer today so I probably would need to rewrite many of them. I am also thinking of a book of short stories. I have started several, finished maybe two. My problem is I have the opposite of writer's block. I have no shortage of ideas. My life is my canvas.




What is "Smiling Out Loud" about?

It is not about depression or pining over a lost love.

It is not about grieving although it is about recovering from loss.
It is not an outpouring of emotional cliches.
It is a celebration of good lives, lives intertwined in love.
It is about finding humor in all aspects of life.
It is about growing up in Brooklyn.
It is about loving a time, a place, a family.
It is about loving the people in your lives.
It is about memories and a fertile imagination.
It is about Smiling Out Loud and laughing out loud.
It is universal because it describes what everyone yearns for.



Robert Jacobs was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. That wonderful experience shaped his personality, helped to form his views, and gave him his sense of humor (or lack thereof). He writes poetry, short stories, started a few novels, written essays and has the opposite of writers’ block. He is an optimist, in spite of some of the dark poetry, and he has been loved his entire life. Some people may think that is a disadvantage for a writer. He thinks it is a wonderful advantage.
         Talk to me so sweetly
         Though I am hard of hearing
         Shouting is okay
                                           That would be endearing
                                            I love to hear your voice
                                            You are my ace of spades
                                            Think how much fun we’ll have
                                            When I find my hearing aids



You can find Robert here:
                                          Facebook


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Monday, January 16, 2017

YOU CAN NEVER TELL!

Yolanda Renée © 2017






YOU NEVER CAN TELL


You never can tell when you send a word,
    Like an arrow shot from a bow
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
    Just where it may chance to go.
It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend.
    Tipped with its poison or balm,
To a stranger's heart in life's great mart,
    It may carry its pain or its calm.

You never can tell when you do an act
    Just what the result will be;
But with every deed you are sowing a seed,
    Though the harvest you may not see.
Each kindly act is an acorn dropped
    In God's productive soil.
You may not know, but the tree shall grow,
    With shelter for those who toil.

You never can tell what your thoughts will do,
    In bringing you hate or love;
For thoughts are things, and their airy wings
    Are swifter than carrier doves.
They follow the law of the universe---
    Each thing must create its kind,
And they speed o'er the track to bring you back
    Whatever went out from your mind.


Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.



Yolanda Renée © 2017


Wednesday, August 5, 2015

IWSG - SOCIAL NETWORKING


Created by Alex J. Cavanaugh 
Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
The co-hosts for the August 5 posting of the IWSG are Nancy Gideon, Bob R Milne, Doreen McGettigan, Chrys Fey,Bish Denham, and Pat Garcia! 


Yes, you've seen my greatest insecurity before – social networking. But thanks to Alex J Cavanaugh, and the IWSG, and all your cool suggestions regarding networking and blogging, I'm making headway.

Even though I don't own a cell phone, I'm even getting things done via twitter. Although, I'm far from an expert. I did join a few flash fiction challenges @writingprompts and the 6 word challenges WOW! Yeah it's an addiction.

Have you made any headway with social networking - 
have a new success story to share? 
Please do...

Tweet me @yolandarenee

If you still don't know enough about me I'm doing an interview with Ann Noser at the Black Cat Blog today. Stop by and say hello!

Also, Ricardo Sanchez is guest posting on Murderous Imaginings today and it's all about murder - SHARKS ARE WIMPS.

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Nilanjana Bose is one of the authors in this Love Story anthology.

Nila is an awesome poet, an amazing writer.



IndiBlogger is a free online platform with over 35,000 Indian bloggers and five lakh articles. IndiBlogger was formed to promote the art of blogging. Every day, bloggers submit their writing from poetry and stories to articles that elaborate on their life experiences and give their creativity an outlet. This book is a collection of short stories of some of the best writers registered on the IndiBlogger platform.

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The WEP has posted the link sign up for the first challenge this year Spectacular Settings. Have you signed up? If not, why not, it's the best way to write, get immediate feedback, polish, and then send it off for publication. Ideal! Check it out HERE!