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A Sonnet for T – Promote Yourself

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To my chaste darling who knows love beyond
the boundaries of my pomegranate heart,
the depths of dim gravity’s fish-less pond,
and the sphere of an ever-growing dart,
in this living carcass you see debris,
left by resentful ancestors at noon,
you walk in the wake whilst others, nice, flea,
and start the prayers to the One whose moon
is the signal that remembrance follows
sleep of the unconscious, dwelling in brains
of lovers bodies moved by day’s swallows,
and nature’s pretty painted trees as veins;
you swim to prevent love’s death, in this me,
you know this temporary, pure souls see –
– HM (c)

Hartley Morgan
http://www.hartleymorgan.wordpress.com

My name is Hartley Morgan and I am just a creative soul

who hopes my art work and writing connects with people.

Alchemy. The Art of Wealth Creation – Promote Yourself

 

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Alchemy.
The Art of Wealth Creation

Inputs.
•roads
• access to capital
• raw materials
• markets &
• labor

From the headwaters
carried along
roads fresh cut
from wilderness

the soil cap
bleeds out
in the first rains
after tree fall

The rest follows more
methodically:
• plundering
• burning
• mining
•logging,
•tv &
• cultivation

Center.
NY 400
I see alchemy
in action
on the
petroleum tarmac
of the
center – periphery
expressway

mammalian beasts
struck down by passers-by
flesh, fur, blood
pressed, ground
into the road
red to brown to gold

Brian Brown-Cashdollar

http://unfinishedpractice.wordpress.com

cashdollar@mac.com


Constant Companion – Promote Yourself

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Fear has been a constant companion all my life.

It has caused me so much dismay and strife.

Always a challenge and always nagging,

to which my resolve is many times left sagging.

Into the valley of its control,

Just over the hill, across the knoll.

It eats away at all I do.

It sometimes makes me doubt I can make it through.

It tears down my ego and causes the thinking stream to change its flow,

it falters the view of everything I know.

My heart is always in my throat,

Inflamed with the feeling I’m in a sinking boat.

It’s up to me to change it around,

there is no great secret to be found.

it is just adjusting the thought,

that what is scary really is not.

Life has its ups and downs, good and bad.

Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes sad.

Some things make me smile, some make me mad.

If the fear is there I will never know

which is the best way I need to go?

So now I step outside my comfort zone,

and am having more fun than I’ve ever known.

When the fear pops out to keep me in,

I look it in the eye,

knowing I am going to win.

Linda Garcia

This has been published in a small literary journal called Leaves and Flowers.

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C.Q.D C.Q.D S.O.S S.O.S C.Q.D DE M.G.Y.


 

 

 

My name is Jack Phillips    

I’ve arrived in Belfast

To start a brand new job

As a wireless operator

This is the best job I’ve ever got

On White Star line

Olympic class ocean liner

Called Titanic

The worlds biggest ocean liner

The world has ever seen

They say it is unsinkable

It’s written in all the papers

For every one to read

On one April, morning She slipped

Out of Southampton docks

Heading for America

Far across the seas

Capt. Edward John Smith

Piloted the vessels course

To sail across the Atlantic ocean

Such a long time ago

But a big iceberg intervened

That fatal day in April

The time was 2-20 am to be precise

The Titanic slipped away and died

Broke its back and was devoured

By the murky Atlantic sea

And the band played on,

Myself Jack Phillips

The senior radio officer on the Titanic

The morning after that fatal day

Sending message after message

Frantically on my Marconi radio

Which I could barely keep alive

Then the power went and my radio died

But I sent out my last message. It read:

C.Q.D C.Q.D S.O.S S.O.S C.Q.D DE M.G.Y

M.G.Y was the call sign for the Titanic

To anyone who could hear my

‘Mayday message’

On their radios

But the band played

‘NEARER MY GOD TO THEE’

As the Titanic sank into icy cold

Atlantic ocean over a 100yrs  ago

With a loss of 1517 passengers and crew

So let us remember

C.Q.D. C.Q,D. S.O.S. S.O.S. C.Q.D. D.E. M.G.Y.

That famous may day message over a hundred years ago

Thomas Sims

1912- 2015

Titanic Radio room

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