Good week, received poetry anthology with 2 of my poems in it, and passed 2000 followers! Thanks everyone!
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Good week, received poetry anthology with 2 of my poems in it, and passed 2000 followers! Thanks everyone!
I'm very excited that my work is included in this Poetry Book, if you feel like reading a range of great, contemporary poets, this book is for you
5 links to the kindle version (or you can just type the title below to your countries Amazon site!):
that moan like a saxophone
You don’t need kindle to download. They have a free app for your phone!
You can also easily buy the kindle version on the America Amazon link.
American - $1.00:
https://www.amazon.com/that-moan-like-saxophone-English-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=la_B078LKHLPW_1_1_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1522216094&sr=1-1
Europe - £ 0.99:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/that-moan-like-saxophone-thompson-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1522268438&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=that+moan+like+a+saxophone
France - £ 0.99:
https://www.amazon.fr/that-moan-like-saxophone-English-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=la_B078LKHLPW_1_1_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1522216094&sr=1-1
India - 64.00 rupees
https://www.amazon.in/that-moan-like-saxophone-English-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=la_B078LKHLPW_1_1_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1522216094&sr=1-1
Australia - $1.30
https://www.amazon.com.au/that-moan-like-saxophone-thompson-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1522268268&sr=1-1&keywords=that+moan+like+a+saxophone
I personally recommend this poetry book, John is an incredible poet and his book is one of my favourites
Excerpt from "The Hilt" by Tim Siebels
Monogmatics
i.
my fingertips reach for your face
a bud's first glimpse of sun
wan capillaries curl around roots
preferring the cold clarity of mud
to bloom is undeniable
honey drips from the hive
i tell myself the buzzing in my ears is just blood
rivering home
ii.
dressed in russets
like the trees
like an old wound
we pile on layers
a bone china tea set for two
wrapped piece by piece
in yesterday's news
iii.
drawing close as temperatures drop
a blanket tucked under twenty toes
the stationary ceiling fan watches
a padded question mark
pulsate gently on the hermetic bed
the bubbles by our heads
house white noise
iv.
weeds pop up between bedroom tiles
look me in the eyes as you disappear
they say you either move forward or back
but we've been treading sheets
for years
and we're both too jaded to change them
v.
love like beauty is in the eye of the behold i ponder
as we watch the sunset blush the bedroom walls
-Naomi Tate Maghen
The suffix 'matics' means 'willing to (perform)'
Bonjour, madame! I hope you are well. I adore your poetry, first and foremost. I have seen people messaging you asking if you would review their work; I was wondering if I could do the same? I'm new to poetry and would love some feedback. Merci! ♥
Hi :) Sure, I'll be happy to - It's gone midnight here, so I'll take a look tomorrow
I love the vivid imagery in your poetry. You certainly are able to create an atmosphere of quiet melancholy.
Thanks very much!
her scent
keeping these breaths inside me makes watching her glitter fly away that much more manageable. these words hide from her pores causing her to scale. I refuse to quench her thirst of syllables for if I let her drink me I too will evaporate into her tinge. these days tick slow, leaving me groggy, untouched & tamed. flowing past me like a midnight Mardi-Grass. The only way to stay with this girl is to throw beads around her neck. She won’t flash me though, as she knows all too well what things brings. It would cause a flight up to the stars & what goes up must come down & we have no chute. Loving her fragrance smelling the perfume dreched across her neck I am intoxicated. Shortly after I part ways as she keeps her stench, freedom begins its call. doormats stay clean because the fall only falls when I lose my heart the winter looms and summertime is to no-avail, seasons aren’t quite in order but that honestly doesn’t matter I just know the bitter cold when I feel it. she is leaving right infront of me, my head spins causing me to fall tomorrow arrives and this is where I learn that I wake up alone.
@words-from-yonder
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Review: Though, I love your use of descriptive lines and potent imagery, watch your spelling and punctuation as it will help this piece flow a little easier. Otherwise, lovely job. Keep on writing <3
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Hi can you please check out my posts on my blog and send me your suggestions about it!!!!
I'd be happy to :)
The gravity of unclasped fingers
our legs are conversing
tapping out morse
down the cobbled history
of one last attempt
at together
my fingers twitch
in the sleeve of air
where our ghost hands
once clasped
the reverie
of untarnished metal
a little star
seesawed an arc
to delineate
where two contours
were a merging
pointillism
loneliness measured
in an arms breadth
of walking
in the exact
same direction
-Naomi Tate Maghen
Boaz and Gordon
a picture of his house
in today's feed
his head , his body, lifeless
i scroll down
down
past the pervert
past the court of public opinion
past the disquiet- that i am possibly amongst them
past the young girls
the young girls , who knew him
who deserved to be heard
i rest on a man
spinning on ice - a genius
at his craft - a teacher
my teacher
and i can't stop seeing
that chicken, gordon
shitting from the podium
of his skull
-Naomi Tate Maghen
An article was written a few days ago about an art school teacher of mine, accusing him of having relationships with 16 year old girls. Yesterday, he committed suicide. Very distressing, in many ways...so I wrote a poem
Sea ice swaying in waves, just off of Elephant Island, Antarctica
A problem of semantics
IN love
can never be maintained
it isn't a location
as sure as you think
you've pinned
its coordinates
you notice
the water has cooled
and everything above sea-level
is starting to shiver
to shrink
to wrap tight
in a towelling robe
holding the seat down
with the weight of your scars
and you worry
the petals have fallen
from your eyes
glancing sideways
at the gravel
of your empty basin
IN love presupposes an eventual end
i'm choosing love with you
again
and again
and again
- Naomi Tate Maghen
Community of cowardice
from the sidelines I'm the judge
of those that would have me
shackled and depleted
threats of red depths
I tally my own worth
and condescend at your surety
your community of cowardice
faith a crutch from true depth
and yes, I feel pity
for your lacklustre lives
your cleaved notion of piety
that stifles your delectation
in this one, single life
wasted on the lie of hereafter
-Naomi Tate Maghen
earlyworks
Unstitching skins
call of sanguine drums
unstitching skins
burrow in
turtle case
permeate
each other
immortally
map lines are redrawn
-Naomi Tate Maghen
earlyworks
I'm participating in the palm beach poetry festival and it's AMAZING! Absolutely top tier poets teaching here, I highly recommend it!