Ah, some sweet poetry for your lover…if they like darker side of love…ewwahhhaaaa…..

June 14, 2014 by Cleve Sylcox

The Dark Ones: A Collection of Rhyming Poetry [Kindle Edition]
Bex Pavia (Author)

A book of poetry that often lingers in the darker corners of rhyme, this collection offers everything from the slightly twisted to the
nonsensical, with a few ‘shady’ stops in between.
Fantasy, myth, and legend bring a touch of light to the morbid and the morose.

The Dark Ones revisits a selection of poems published in The Soul Bearer, and The Moon Queen, edited and slotting in
perfectly with many newly written and never seen before.

Step inside and rest a time,
Enjoy the darker side of rhyme.
Betwixt the pages of this tome,
Within the shadows, you will roam.

A journey into the heart and soul of Steven Thomas.

June 1, 2014 by Cleve Sylcox

Drummer Dancer The Lyrics
By Steven M. Thomas

Collected here are the complete lyrics of Steven M. Thomas from his acclaimed autobiography “I was a drummer she was a dancer.” A fascinating insight, he offers up stories behind each of the lyrics not mentioned in the book. Includes handwritten excerpts and reviews of the original book.

Now
It’s funny how little perspective you have when you’re 21. Yet some of the best poetry is written by very young people. That’s probably because it is honest and full of emotion. I wrote this one with the thought in mind that I was going to be with this one girl for the rest of my life and that was the most important thing in the world to me. There were a lot of very attractive girls out there, but I was only going to be with this one forever. That was my choice, and I was happy with it. Even then, I was reflecting back on my past, even though I hadn’t much of a past at that age. It’s all perspective. And it’s all honest and full of emotion.
My Love Speaks From The Sky
I had to go deep inside myself to write this one, but when I did, it came flowing out like water. Intentionally Dylan. It is just a wide open love song. And it is one of those I wrote during the course of writing the book, so it is this year. Not when I was twenty-one, but fifty-four. I wanted to see if I could still do it, and it turns out, I could. Maybe even better now. It is full of imagery and word play and of course, I wrote it in one sitting.

My love speaks
from day to day
Reciting silent poetry
I see her eyes
What no one sees
Casting spectrums of
academy
What words just
Can not own

And whistling through
The bus lined streets
An image slowly matching me
In spite of all
The energy
Their faces stand alone

In bluish traces from
A thread
The clothes give image
To the head
Despite the novelty, they’re dead
What the needle pricked
It has not sewn

The passing clouds
Envision things
And tumble slowly
Over me
The wise man looks
But doesn’t see
The prophecies above his
Head and home

The world spins like
A penny
Escaping more than many
Deflecting love and pity
Like the money
Passing through your bones

My love speaks from the sky
On cold nights
When trash blows by
She stays too busy
To ask me why
Never knowing what
The clouds may bring

I’ve Seen

June 1, 2014 by Cleve Sylcox

I’ve seen the heavens close their doors,

I’ve watched in silence as greed took more,

I’ve turned away from life somehow,

No longer caring for the now.

In this silent vacuum I found,

An alien of sorts making funny sounds,

He sits so pompously,

I almost forgot he was me.

I’ve seen the heavens close their doors,

I’ve watched in silence as greed took more,

I’ve turned away from life somehow,

No longer caring for the now.

Then there was a rush of wind,

Nothing like it before or then,

It came from a voice that I heard,

Behind a pulpit perching the word.

I’ve seen the heavens close their doors,

I’ve watched in silence as greed took more,

I’ve turned away from life somehow,

No longer caring for the now.

I sat and listened all day long,

To the man and his songs,

He did not preach the word of God,

Only wanted my money that is odd,

I’ve seen the heavens close their doors,

I’ve watched in silence as greed took more,

I’ve turned away from life somehow,

No longer caring for the now.

So a wrote the preacher a little note,

I placed it in the basket and put on my coat,

It said I’ll give you some tomorrow,

You make feel so full of sorrow.

I’ve seen the heavens close their doors,

I’ve watched in silence as greed took more,

I’ve turned away from life today,

No longer caring in bed I’ll stay.

An expression of the heart…

May 23, 2014 by Cleve Sylcox

The Frailty of Hope
By Corrie Fischer

This collection of four poems expresses the pain of loss, depression, and hopelessness.

About Corrie Fischer
I was born in Fort Oglethorpe, GA but only lived there the first three days of my life. As the daughter of a military chaplain, my life of travels continued on for many years. I have lived in eight different states and over fifteen homes. When I was sixteen years old, I started attending college. At the age of eighteen, I was accepted as a member of the Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society. Life circumstances challenged my completion of a degree for some time, but I graduated in 2013. I currently reside in my Fayetteville, Arkansas home with my two dogs and a leopard gecko.