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Daily Archives: August 23, 2014

Teacher – Promote Yourself

I no longer put on my face
Gave it up years back
A crusade of my making
Mirrors I gave away
Except the medicine cabinet
Having more time together
Happy my children and I played
Yet working today
At the head of a class
I stand before a crowd
But they don’t like what they see
Their demons awake
That before slumbered uninterrupted
They come, manifest groggily
Darkness filling broad day
Young faces change
I look into dead eyes
Nothing of light remains
Except for what’s mine
It blazes within me bright
But holds nothing in this place
I’m surrounded by night
Now welcomed to hell
Aware I stand my ground
And bide what is time
Until their demons are freed
Resting back in cavern’s cave
When night demons visit
Makes no sense to take fright
By Maggie Murrone (aka Myas ( or if you’re into something a little more macabre there’s
I’m a self-published author of two books, a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US, substitute teach at the local school district, and have had the joy to act as the granny-nanny for my grandson since he was 3-months old. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies , other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Bushmills 21-Year Old, Cabernet Sauvignon, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

WEATHER – -Promote Yourself

      The weather is changing its getting cold, summer is over we getting old.            ~  coats getting used woolly hat too, winter gloves put on, and wellies too.          ~ summer is gone winter is here, we curl up with a cheer.                                        ~ fires are burning toasties are on, mug of chockolate with a song.                            ~ With gentle warmth glowing bright,        we in here all day and night.                      ~  With friends and family safe at last, we all together and have a blast.                        ~  The party is over home at last, its time to sleep peace at last.                                    ( Patricia bourne wordpress 2014)

Poetry – Promote Yourself


I can’t write any more,
I lost my words
Lost the urge,by which I swore

I burned out the flame
The oil of emotions dried up
Now, I am the world’s slave

These are, perhaps my last words;
The poetry is gone in me,
Like the clouds after a storm

So, let me say my goodbye;
Let words keep uniting souls,
For with them, is the beauty of life.


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