Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice – by Wild Thing

I am proud to share with you, the announcement of my first book: Finding My Voice. It’s a Collection of what I consider to be my best poems, paired with some of my photos that have been digitally altered by me.

It’s printed on white paper and the art is full color that has a slight gloss to it. It was my goal to create something unique that would be at home on your bookshelf or your coffee table.

The poetry is some works that have appeared here as well as some that is new. It is my hope that you enjoy it as much as I did putting it together for you.

Get your copy today: Finding My Voice by Wild Thing

Wild Thing

Only One . . .

Only One

My Father and I . . . Ft. Hood Tx

There is
Only one man
In my life
Who has never
Let me down

Hard … troubled
Often dark times
For him
Still his presence
A strength

When all others
Have failed me
He’s there

He gets angry
At times
Rebukes me

Praise for me
Is a smile
A short phrase
Not much more

But . . .
Shares with others
Beaming bright
With pride
He tells of me

I never hear this
It’s told me
Via grapevine

Heaven help those
Who hurt me
Through lies
Or betrayal

The God’s wrath
Mere child’s play
His Fury
And vengeance
Is swift

A love for me
So great
It shields
And protects

Only one man
Is all this . . .

He passed away
May 18, 2006
No one has ever
Filled his shoes

Wild Thing ©May10, 2017

Laurie

Laurie

Digital Art by Wild Thing

Shared memories
Joys . . . sorrows
Late night giggles
Life passages
First bras
Boyfriends too
Drivers licenses
High school job
Santa’s lap
Shopping for birthdays
Having arguments
Quickly forgiving
Gladys Cravitz
Three cent tip
Laughter . . . tears
Prom disaster
Marriages
Drifting apart
Finding each other
Real friend

Wild Thing ©May 3, 2017

Never-Ending Game

Memories - digital art by Wild Thing

It’s the 16th inning
We’ve stretched twice
Bears arrive late
As though it’s
Just begun

Mrs O’Leary’s Cow
Sips “tea” delicately
In her beautiful
Rose chintz china
With a goat
Named Murphy

They give
Color commentary
Their finest brogue
A bit slurred
And funny too

(Sure an’
They’re on
Their 4th “teapot”
Ye know)

Sailor Jack
His dog Bingo
Sell candied
Popcorn and peanuts
To sleepy children

Fans still cheer
As if we’re
Just starting
While #14
Yells from
Right foul pole
“Let’s play two!”

On the field
43 k’s so far
And counting
Bats and records
Starting to break

Leo “The Lip”
Argues with Joe
Behind the plate
Kicks dirt then
Storms away

Players left stranded
Like wallflowers
The Babe claps
Organ music plays us
Into the 17th inning

As Jack Brickhouse
Pours more “tea”
Into rose chintz cups

Wild Thing @May8, 2017

Swamp Witch

Swamp Witch Dwelling - photo by Wild ThingDeep in fog
Surrounded by water
A silent
Dwelling tilts
On rickety stilts

Broken steps
Lead to a missing
Front porch
While flotsam
And jetsam
Float underneath

One thinks
It is empty
Legend says not

They say
In these parts
Go when
The moon is full
You will find
The Swamp Witch

But beware
You must know
The secret signal
Else nothing
Will change

Two barn owls
Their clicks
And screeches
Warn her
And tell you
To go away

Should you
Still go forward
Without the
Magick signal
You will regret it

For then
The witch’s
Most powerful
Protector appears

Toads, crickets
All, go quiet
Owls on a branch
Air heavy
Even the moon
Seems to hide

As the dark
Becomes black
Two blazing eyes
Will freeze
Your blood

Final warning
A loud roar
Last chance
Give the signal
Or . . .

Wild Thing ©May 7, 2017

For Today

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Birds of a Feather – by Wild Thing

I’m pleased to announce that today I am unveiling my new line of artwork. It’s called Wild’s World of Dreams … (Hence my absence … ) I think you’ll enjoy visiting this interesting world of oddities … For the Holidays, as an introductory to the world, I’m offering 11 x 14 signed posters for $20.00. After the Holidays, they will be $25.00. (price includes shipping & tax) I used some of the work here already and there will be more! So click on photos by Wild Thing and check out my new artwork.

Also, today’s BIG #CyberMonday deal, my 2017 Calendar for $21.00. After today it will be $25.oo. Makes a great gift! So stop over to my Redbubble Site and pick up a Calendar for a gift or even just for yourself! Just click on the word Redbubble! $1.00 of each sale will be donated to the Mississippi Upper Valley Wildlife Refuge where I take a large quantity of my photos as it is just below my house! So stop by Redbubble today & get your 2017 Calendar!

Please stop by my Twitter address or my Facebook page to see what #CyberMonday Deals I’m offering from my websites today!

Wild Thing

The Cletis Shoppe

. . . dawn in her eyes
rose on blue
CL Stump

If you like the above poem by my friend Cletis L Stump, you can now
purchase it on T-shirts, tote bags, coffee mugs etc. in his new store,
The Cletis Shoppe!

There is something for everyone here. Baseball fans, dog lovers, fitness
and health, children, funny to whimsical to name just a few! All in
various colors and sizes!

Left leaning politics? That is also here on the various products he offers.
He even does personalized work as you will see when browsing through
his shoppe.

Take some time today to stroll through his online store! Just click on the
link below now and browse to your heart’s content.

The Cletis Shoppe

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We’re Okay

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Widow’s Walk – photo by Wild Thing

Storm has past
Leaving a strange
Green light
Branches . . . twigs
Fallen to the ground

Distant rumble
Echoes back
As a taunt
Perhaps a threat
It could come back

Unknown paper
Straggles by
Unable to walk
A straight line
Dizzy from its ride

Homes dark
No light
Shines from within
Each looking
Like a death mask

People stand
Outside dazed
Taking stock
Clean up, repairs
Counting their blessings

Here, there
Cell phone
To the ear
“Yes, we’re ok,
It only stormed here.”

Wild Thing ©2016

Written for Prompt #51

Writing Rebelsm

No Regrets

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No Regrets – photo by Wild Thing

They say
The saddest words
Are “It might
Have been.”

What does
That bring but
Heartache and regret

It only makes
Returning
Harder to face

Why question Fate
And tempt
Her fickle temper

She could make
You regret asking
What might have been

Wild Thing ©2016

Written for Prompt #50
Writing Rebelsm