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Listen to mother earth,
Listen and you shall hear,
Something that is stirring,
Something that is near.

What can this excitement be?
That you sense is all around,
What is that vibration?
That is felt from within the ground.

Mother Natures is awakening,
For spring is in the air,
Waiting to give birth,
To jewels that she will share.

A treasure box of beauty,
Standing all in line,
Waiting to give pleasure,
Eager to grow and shine.

Miracles everyone of them,
As they struggle through the ground,
Waiting to bloom,
For everyone around.

Mother Nature is at her best,
When she carpets our entire world,
With breath taking colours,
When her kingdom she does unfurl.

So breath in all that she gives,
Sweet perfumes of delight,
A healing power of love,
From natures eternal light.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Here’s haiku I wrote. – Promote Yourself.

Here’s haiku I wrote.
strong winds-
the rag doll falls
in its own lap
felled poplars
blackbird’s new retreat
long winter
adorns the turnpike
creased map, blurred boundaries
nailed to a red cross
-The Manoj Arora.
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Loving You At All Costs – Promote Yourself



I awake with one thought in mind
is she ok & has she seen today’s sunrise
As I’ve awaken to this morning light
Text her good morning before i make a sound
next i stretch & yawn before i move around
as my phone beeps & i smile in hopes its you
Much in love i don’t have to think it through
cause every time i think about her its times two
i try not to overload her with what she already knew
yesterday thoughts mirror today’s which isn’t new
Like my dreams equate to her happiness & smile
hoping she realizes the connection is true
& doesn’t ignore the one who
loves, cares & misses her too
I strive to be the only one who realizes who you are
hoping you don’t lose me in the form of the moon while counting the stars
since i love you at all cost
i give you time even though its hard
& if it’s meant to be, you know where it starts
Lino Robles

Things I Must Remember – Promote Yourself







There are things I must remember- for instance, blue skies,

Make -for a thunderstorm- a spurious disguise.

They are cotton candy, barely sailing through the air,

And summer’s breath is soporific- “Calm down, not a care.”


And upside down umbrellas made for throwing off the rain,

Tipped and turned and most reluctant, gather it again,

So pay no mind to people who believe just what they see,

For they will sneer behind their hands and whisper “Irony.”


Learn silence from the autumn for she is a cunning thief,

Her quiet empire grows with every crimson-tinted leaf,

And always tread with caution when within the woods or wild,

Step not into fairy’s ring or toward a dryad’s child. 


I must remember broken sheds, abandoned and yet regal,

And trespassing – which would be dull- but that it is illegal,

I must remind myself that I am clever, not a fool,

And most of my kind trap ourselves while breaking simple rules.


Smiling at October pumpkins, swelling in the sun,

Green and orange and glistening when the heat of day is done,

Snatched-up words from conversations, running rampantly,

Phrases improvised and cobbled into poetry.


Yes, all these bits and bobs and patience,

Quotes a-taken, inspirations,

Musings, snoozings, and distempers-

These are things I must remember. 

by Lune Lenore Violette (copyright 2014)

Here’s a link to my blog: And my other writing:

Thank you for considering my work

Hi, I’m Lune Lenore Violette. I live in the USA (New York City, to be more precise.) I’m a Christian aspiring author who loves books.

I’ve been writing poetry since elementary school where one of my first poems was called the Kindergarten Conqueror. It featured the immortal Kindergartenus Caesar, who stole the limelight with his expertise in babysitting. Nowadays I’m proud to be penning a variety of poetry on more sophisticated subjects, though I never say no to a little humor.

As well as poetry, I’ve also written several novels, the most recent of which are Arch Nemesis, a modern-day fantasy, and Confessions of a Teenage Jewel Thief, a crime thriller which is still under editing. I also hope to release my first poetry collection, titled Things I Must Remember for the poem below, this February!

Aside from writing I enjoy diving into a good book, watching musicals, working on set and costume designs, cosplaying, and fashion. In my spare time I watch far too much BBC Sherlock and eat far, far too much Nutella.

by Lune Lenore Violette (copyright 2014)

The Burial – Promote Yourself


he scoops shovelfuls of dirt
into a mound
as I watch
in agony,
unsure why I’m feeling
something other than relief
as the dulled metal edge
too quickly,
into the hole
before he replaces
the dirt
one shovel
at a time
until the worn glint
of the hatchet
fails beneath
so much earth.
Hello, I am Michael Prihoda. I am from Wisconsin, USA and am currently a professional writing major at Taylor University in Indiana. I am an author, poet, and photographer, among other things. 

The Most Beautiful Love Poem In The World YOUR FAVOURITE POEM-


The Most Beautiful Love Poem In The World

by Eddie Corbano


Iwould like to share with you a little romantic love poem I discovered some years ago.

I sort of like it, because in my opinion it differs a little from other poems. You literally feel the electrifying intensity. It moves you to depths you never knew about.

Of course, beauty is always in the eye of the beholder they say, but this poem conveys a certain truth we all know, or hope, exists – and we all long to have it in our lives.

It gives us a short glance how life should be – sweet and passionate.

To me, personally, the following poem is the most romantic love poem of all.

Wait a minute, you might think.

Why does Eddie Corbano show me such a poem, beautiful or not? Hey, this wouldn’t be a LovesAGame article if there was nothing to learn from it, right?

Now, after reading the poem below, I want you to ask yourself the following:

“Have I ever felt in such a way? Do I have a fundamental understanding of what this poem is about? What is my concept of feeling love?”

Furthermore, if you are in a fulfilling relationship, I want you to let this little piece of art elevate you to a new level of passion and sensibility. Read this poem together with your partner, and together find the truth in it for you.

If your partner is currently not by your side, send them this poem by letter or email, along with some personal words from you.

If you are suffering from a recent divorce or break-up, let it remind you that it still exists. It’s still out there waiting for you to find it.

It’s certainly not dead.

So, obviously, I’m sharing this with you for three reasons:

  • to delight you with some insightful piece of art
  • to elevate you and your partner to a new level of understanding of true love
  • to remind you that the love in which you believed once, still exists

So, no more talking, here it is the most romantic of all short, love poems, enjoy:

Looking For Your Face

From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it

Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for

Today I have found you
and those who laughed
and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking
as I did

I am bewildered by the magnificence
of your beauty
and wish to see you
with a hundred eyes

My heart has burned with passion
and has searched forever
for this wondrous beauty
that I now behold

I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine

Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me
I have become your sunshine
and also your shadow

My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you

Your effulgence
has lit a fire in my heart
for me
the earth and sky

My arrow of love
has arrived at the target
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer

Beautiful, isn’t it?



Ice and Snow


People never tell of ice
Or the snow that glitters nice
Or of the icy crunchy snow
Of that most people do not know
The crunch that sounds beneath your feet
As your sole and ice compete
When in the morning as you wake
You see a single white snow flake
You look out of the iced window
The look out seems so very low
Because the snow fell all night
It has left behind its sheet of white 

Helen Windass



Robbie Robbie we know you

A Scottish poet through and through

Haggis Neeps and Tatties too

Nip of Whiskey

Just for you

Keeps the cold out

Just as well

Scottish dancing all around

Listening to the bagpipes sound

Tam O’ shanter

Auld lang syne

Celebrate through the night.

Thomas Sims

An introduction – Promote Yourself

My name is Michelle 
I like stories and rhyme,
I’ve been writing a lot,
I started when i was nine.

I’ve self published my books,
Though my editing is poor,
I’m currently writing my tenth,
And editing another four.

My books about mystery,
Murder is violent and crude,
My characters are of habit,
Of drinking and being rude.

I write poetry too,
Of life, love and dreams,
A world of rhyme,
And nothing is what it seems.

 Michelle Mackenzie

Ode to cullen skink


Ode To Cullen Skink

Well, it’s the 252nd anniversary of the birth of Robert Burns today. Scotland’s national bard, or so we call him, was a farmer from the south of the country who had a beautiful way with the Scottish language, so much so that his works still mean a lot today. I might do an Audioboo of a favourite Burns poem tonight, depending on how much whisky I’ve had…

But for now, have one of mine. Taking inspiration from Burns by using a simple subject (and a little motivation from a friend, who suggested it), I wrote a poem about one of my favourite things. Enjoy.

Ode To Cullen Skink

Some like to use bay leaves, and some prefer thyme
A soupçon of vinegar, a splash of white wine
They reach out for luxury and brave double cream
And seek to make it more complex than it seems

But the skink is a strong and a mighty affair
It has no desire for these bourgeoisie airs
A broth of simplicity for hardworking men
A memory to take to their trawlers again

Take smoked Finnan haddies, and poach them a bit
Flake the fish from its skin, mash some tatties, and sit
Add it all back to the water, with enough milk to taste
Then season and eat; it’ll not go to waste!

The thick smoky warmth tastes just like coming home
So if there’s one thing to take from reading this poem
It’s that Cullen’s a small place, but they sure know a lot
About how to throw all of life’s joys in one pot.

Scottish Cullen Skink

 Smoked Haddock Chowder Recipe

Cullen is a small town in North east of Scotland and the home of one of Scotland’s most famous dishes, Cullen Skink which is a hearty soup and traditionally made with Finnan haddock (smoked haddock), potatoes and onions.In this recipe mashed potatoes are stirred into the soup creating thickness and flavour, some recipes however will add in scrubbed, new potatoes or potato chunks.Cullen Skink recipe is also known as Smoked Haddock Chowder in other parts of Britain as the recipe is very similar.


Prep Time: 10 minutes

Cook Time: 20 minutes

Total Time: 30 minutes


  • 1 ¼ pints/700 ml milk
  • ½ cup/ small handful flat leaf parsley
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1lb /450g undyed, smoked haddock fillet
  • ½ stick/55g butter
  • 1 medium onion, finely chopped
  • 8oz/ 250g mashed potato, leftover or cooked fresh
  • Salt and pepper


Serves 4

  • Pour the milk into a large saucepan. Remove the leaves from the parsley and add the stalks to the milk. Finely chop the leaves and keep to one side. Add the bay leaf and the haddock to the milk.
  • Bring the milk to a gentle boil and cook for 3 minutes. Remove the pan from the heat and leave for 5 minutes for the herbs to infuse their flavour into the milk.
  • Remove the haddock from the milk with a slotted spoon and put to one side. Strain the liquid through a fine sieve and reserve the herb-infused milk.
  • Heat the butter in another saucepan, add the onions and cook gently until translucent about 5 mins, taking care not to burn them.
  • Add the milk to the onions, then add the potato and stir until totally incorporated into the milk and should be a thick, creamy consistency.
  • Flake the smoked haddock into meaty chunks taking care to remove any bones you may find. Add to the soup.
  • Add the chopped parsley leaves to the soup and bring to a gentle simmer and cook for a further 4 – 5 minutes. Do not over stir. If over stirred then you will break up the fish too much.
  • Taste the soup and add salt and pepper as needed, be careful with the salt, the fish will impart quite a salty flavour all on its own.
  • Serve hot with crusty bread.

Garnish the soup with more chopped parsley or a little extra pepper as is your taste. Sometimes Cullen Skink is served with a softly poached hen’s egg on top for an even more filling soup or lightly poached quails eggs dropped into the soup before serving adds a touch of sophistication if you are serving the soup on a more formal occasion.

Occasionally, I also like to add a cup of cooked or warmed, canned sweetcorn before serving but this is not traditional for Cullen Skink, instead is more a Smoked Haddock Chowder just a personal preference


IDEA – Promote Yourself


No embers crackle softly
under the over-bearing marble walls:
yet they gather around it
with their glasses raised
as if drawing heat
from the idea of fire.

An idea is so:
drawing life from itself.
And so is a poem.

-The Manoj Arora.

Please do provide link to my blog below the poem. Here it is.

Nice.Why not send a poem or two our next theme is Valentines day.Please mark poetry in caps


Photography By Sethsnap Your Story: Whispers of Darkness



a splash of snow

muted reds

thousands of branches

wave hello..



twist around berms

to the calamity

nature adds..


I can lose

a turn

But This  night

a call,  far away from me

Through the

Whispers of Darkness

Goosebumps precedes..

chills reminds me.

did i speak of love  last..

did we forgave  tensions, passed

this turn

that turn could be

all we have

seeing, only so far

through the darkness

calls for belief

what life.       ahead…


Whispers of Darkness

Light is faith

Light is faith

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‘No Sense In Hesitance. – Promote Yourself


 I’ve meddled with your chemicals,

Met the Devil from Hell and he’s
Knocked me off my pedestal,
Unwell I fell into an empty shell,
No surprise I despise you,
Can’t you tell?
These flies swarm together,
Into about the size of a pack of lies,
I’m sick and I can’t pretend like I’m
On the mend if I can’t straighten out
These lines that continue to bend!
Give me a sign, make it clear,
I’m right here and I’m all ears!
The fear is you’ll only talk after
I crack open about two six packs of beers,
Maybe I’m the one that’s whack,
Maybe I’ll just crawl back,
It’s tack I lack,
And my sacks half empty,
Lost track, please don’t tempt me,
This pain we sustain just ain’t healthy,
Let us be at peace together,
Even if it’s not forever

 by Alex Hibbitts.

Awakened – Promote Yourself

When the birds fly
Too high in the sky
Someone’s soul must have been awakened.
All of the words
That have served as swords
Make the world look like the blue heaven
You cannot stay
If you will not pray
All the thoughts you thought you have written.
If not His love
Then, what one must have –
In order to keep things unshaken?
The emptiness
Will create a mess
Not known to man as for it is when
The mystery
Is yet to be free
As that is the way the word is meant.
By: Shevaun Lemieux







25th January Celebrate Burns night


Robert Burns

The Burns Supper is an institution of Scottish life: a night to celebrate the life and works of the national Bard. Suppers can range from an informal gathering of friends to a huge, formal dinner full of pomp and circumstance. This running order covers all the key elements you need to plan and structure a Burns Supper that suits your intentions.

  • Piping in the guests

    A big-time Burns Night calls for a piper to welcome guests. If you don’t want all that baggage, some traditional music will do nicely. For more formal events, the audience should stand to welcome arriving guests: the piper plays until the high table is ready to be seated, at which point a round of applause is due. At a more egalitarian gathering – with no high table – the chair can simply bang on the table to draw attention to the start of the evening’s proceedings.

  • Chairman’s welcome

    The Chair (host/organiser) warmly welcomes and introduces the assembled guests and the evening’s entertainment.

  • The Selkirk Grace

    A short but important prayer read to usher in the meal, The Selkirk Grace is also known as Burns’s Grace at Kirkcudbright. Although the text is often printed in English, it is usually recited in Scots.

    		Some hae meat and canna eat,
    		And some wad eat that want it,
    		But we hae meat and we can eat,
    		And sae the Lord be thankit.
  • Piping in the haggis

    Piping in the haggisGuests should normally stand to welcome the dinner’s star attraction, which should be delivered on a silver platter by a procession comprising the chef, the piper and the person who will address the Haggis. A whisky-bearer should also arrive to ensure the toasts are well lubricated.

    During the procession, guests clap in time to the music until the Haggis reaches its destination at the table. The music stops and everyone is seated in anticipation of the address To a Haggis.

  • Address to the haggis

    The honoured reader now seizes their moment of glory by offering a fluent and entertaining rendition of To a Haggis. The reader should have his knife poised at the ready. On cue (His knife see Rustic-labour dight), he cuts the casing along its length, making sure to spill out some of the tasty gore within (trenching its gushing entrails).

    Warning: it is wise to have a small cut made in the haggis skin before it is piped in. Instances are recorded of top table guests being scalded by flying pieces of haggis when enthusiastic reciters omitted this precaution! Alternatively, the distribution of bits of haggis about the assembled company is regarded in some quarters as a part of the fun…

    The recital ends with the reader raising the haggis in triumph during the final line Gie her a haggis!, which the guests greet with rapturous applause.

  • Toast to the haggis

    Prompted by the speaker, the audience now joins in the toast to the haggis. Raise a glass and shout: The haggis! Then it’s time to serve the main course with its traditional companions, neeps and tatties. In larger events, the piper leads a procession carrying the opened haggis out to the kitchen for serving; audience members should clap as the procession departs.

  • The meal

    Served with some suitable background music, the sumptuous Bill o’ Fare includes:-

    • Starter

      Traditional cock-a-leekie soup;

    • Main course

      Haggis, neeps & tatties (Haggis wi’ bashit neeps an’ champit tatties);

    • Sweet

      Clootie Dumpling (a pudding prepared in a linen cloth or cloot) or Typsy Laird (a Scottish sherry trifle);

    • Cheeseboard with bannocks (oatcakes) and tea/coffee.

    Variations do exist: beef lovers can serve the haggis, neeps & tatties as a starter with roast beef or steak pie as the main dish. Vegetarians can of course choose vegetarian haggis, while pescatarians could opt for a seafood main course such as Cullen Skink.


  • The drink

    Liberal lashings of wine or ale should be served with dinner and it’s often customary to douse the haggis with a splash of whisky sauce, which, with true Scots understatement, is neat whisky.

    After the meal, it’s time for connoisseurs to compare notes on the wonderful selection of malts served by the generous chair.

  • The first entertainment

    The nervous first entertainer follows immediately after the meal. Often it will be a singer or musician performing Burns songs such as:-

    Alternatively it could be a moving recital of a Burns poem, with perennial preference for:-

  • The immortal memory

    The keynote speaker takes the stage to deliver a spell-binding oratoration on the life of Robert Burns: his literary genius, his politics, his highs and lows, his human frailty and – most importantly – his nationalism. The speech must bridge the dangerous chasm between serious intent and sparkling wit, painting a colourful picture of Scotland’s beloved Bard.

    The speaker concludes with a heart-felt toast: To the Immortal Memory of Robert Burns!

  • The second entertainment

    The chair introduces more celebration of Burns’ work, preferably a poem or song to complement the earlier entertainment.

  • Toast to the Lassies

    The humorous highlight of any Burns Night comes in this toast, which is designed to praise the role of women in the world today. This should be done by selective quotation from Burns’s works and should build towards a positive note. Particular reference to those present makes for a more meaningful toast

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