Come Meet authors Caroline Morphew and Brooke Dylan
Their new poetry book “NO FLY ZONE
and a little of heaven and their poetry…
FIRST OF ALL Author and Poetess Caroline Morphew
“Timbre”
There are reasons that deny any depth of perception
Are there answers to those questions on lips laughing?
Given all yet there remained a taste of purest passion
Held inside calloused palms strewn in all directions,
I told you so is useless and there comes a time
The mind that marked inside those thoughts was replaced
No perfect moment for each life a bracket’s brace
Grip tightly piercing flesh while flying free.. just ride,
Why do some grab bouquets of sweet enchantment
Others splatter vivid rainbow hues of heaven
Where abounds it gushes over ridged inspection
Held tight to trunk entwined until a strangle’s panting,
Slipping grains of golden sand glisten in the frond
Somewhere under canopies lie upside downs
Trails of tears traced tinkling crying broken sounds
Skipping rocks still splash in frames on placid ponds.
© Caroline – all rights reserved
WELCOME Poetess and Author Brooke Dylan
This is for us ladies that do not look like a model. .
We are not skinny we are older. We have a few pounds and age
But we are alive and trying to survive
We cry and work and just want to love
We are poets. We are authors we are mothers and lovers. .
We survive. .
People come against us. We cry. But dam
We shake it off and we survive. .
We have our best friends.
But they come and go
But dam we survive. .
We love our Awesome God
We believe in Jesus
And we have evil forces come
Against us. But we survive.
It doesn’t matter what we look like
We love. We hope. .. we adore. .but
Dam we survive. .
And shame on the men that turn their noses at us.
Brooke.
“Cotton Candy and Diesel”
Why do I do it again
Torture my mind with one train of thought
Like a bumper car ride head banging the rim
Going in circles , obsessing then I’m lost.
It seems ludicrous to me yet I still
Think I’ve got a clue and will figure it out.
What on earth do I find is such an appeal
Like a carnival ride near the filthy, black ground
Am I not smarter than this?
Apparently not so it seems.
Am I so enamored with a weenie on a stick
I’m one of “those people” .. if .you know what I mean.
Yeah, I hate to admit that I’m weak.
But why the hell not? I’ve got nothing to lose.
I’m filleting my soul for you to see.
Everything’s open each affliction, imperfection, every bruise.
I never liked carnivals much anyway.
Cotton candy and diesel just don’t go together.
Like the fun house I feel I’m just a freak on display.
And I never won a teddy bear or a gold fish either.
© Caroline – all rights reserved
“Jasmine”
Mystical eyes that sparkle and
capture hearts within a single breath,
The fiery fairy weaves her spell
Trees with emerald branches reach
towards a blue and pink aerial expanse
Willows sways wispily within watermelon sugar
The pixie wraps herself in pastel ribbons made of moon dust
She glides with glittery wings as fireflies flit in cadence,
Jasmine scented air erupts in pungent redolence
As scarlet blushing lotus blooms sprinkled with dew awaken
The fairy tastes their nectar
Mingled with white moon flower’s elixir
And she drinks every smoky, silvery drop.
© Caroline – all rights
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Brooke Dylan featured on OUR POETRY ARCHIVE
http://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.in/2016/01/poetess-brooke-dylan_1.html
A Poet and A Dreamer I Am
In my timeless little world,
gathers endless words to be found
sorrow they have caused
no understanding from families I know
pushed aside so many times
calling me silly little girl. oh well
I don’t care what you think,
I Live in my own little world
A poet and Dreamer I am and never to be found….
Brooke Dylan@
The Roving Poet’s Pen.
A poet’s pen is a wonder to behold…..
it never sleeps..
It goes to bed hungry anxiously ready to wake up and write again.. ..
Wants only to make its thirst quenched when it never can
holds on to the tomorrows and cannot forget the past.
Writes with love and pain and sometimes hatred
to satisfy the hurt that life can cause AND LAST…..
Hold that Poet’s pen
hold it to your heart
to sing its praises
that cannot take a flight
sings of many sorrows
never to see the light of day
buried in many hearts…..
The prisons of come what may
The roving poet
sings of yesterday
crying of tomorrows
which will never come
the Poet’s pen never rests with tears to hold it on…….
Brooke Dylan @ Jan. 19, 2016
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Thank you all for featuring our poems and our book..
I hope you all love our book!!!
Brooke and Caroline
