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NEW POETRY BOOK

 

POETRY

It’s hard to believe, but I finally did it!  Here is my first published book of poetry – available on Amazon.com .  This book is forty years in the making.  But, in the meantime I kept writing poems and sharing them with different internet poetry websites and here on my own blog, which are also included in the book.  If you are interested in reading it I have a free promotion from tomorrow until Friday (April 17-19).   When just getting started as an author it is difficult to get established without any reviews or prior public exposure so all reviews would be greatly appreciated!  Oh, you can also get either an ebook or a paperback!

 

Here is the only villanelle in my book which I’d like to share with dVerse  <a href=”https://brudberg.me/category/dverse/

I Really Believe You Were Meant For Me

-a villanelle-

I really believe you were meant for me.
When two hearts meet and join as one
There is no denying our unity.

Together, the sun shines eternally
As our fingers touch in unison,
I really believe you were meant for me.

The moon is aglow shining on the sea
And dancing with you, Oh what fun!
There is no denying our unity.

Our souls came together the day that we
Climbed the mountain and declared it won.
I really believe you were meant for me.

Remember the day that we laughed in glee
As we called each other honey bun?
There is no denying our unity

Together we be for eternity
As God’s gift for a job well done.
I really believe you were meant for me,
There is no denying our unity.

Diary of a Frustrated Writer

Diary of a Frustrated Writer

 

That world out there stays the same,
It’s me inside that goes insane.

The world goes on no matter what,
But me inside, no matter what,
Never stays the same – or so it seems.

As I wrestle with the many dreams
That flicker, flash, then fall apart..

                                        L. Grimley ’81

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Laughter I hear, do ye?

Laughter I feel, do ye? Where?

Around the trees and around the bees,

As they busily busy themselves with the trees.

Do ye know what I mean?

As the laughter wells bigger and bigger,

It seems most impossible to straiten oneself,

In the proper perspective

Of one in good health.

Who could understand the lifeless door of ease

As each little couplet comes across the

Channel  in need?

 

In need of what?  Laughter I say,

For who can be taken

Through life’s dreary door

If nowhere there be

Any laughter to make

The journey agree

                       L. Grimley ’75

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