Soulbird Writing: 2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Ego Logo

Ego Logo

Ever seen a person wearing a t-shirt with something on it that just wanted you to ask him/her: "Really?"
Well, I wrote a poem on just that. Take a look.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

In my latest poem, Now, I work through the realization point in the healing process from a painful past. The imagery is quick and rhythmically catchy, but it wasn't until I looked at the first 2/3rd's of the poem (which was, by the way, written on an index card at my kitchen sink at about 12:30 a.m.) that I realized the pattern was so much deeper then just the rhyming. And it's that realization which finishes out the poem, and thus, the title.

Health Benefits of Watermelon

This is a poem I whipped up just to play around with the SEO trends.

Here's a taste:

No, the only summer food

for me

is slice after slice

of healthy,

juicy,

sticky,

yummy watermelon.

Read more:

Health Benefits of Watermelon

Friday, August 31, 2012

Nathaniel Hawthorne & The Slavery Issue

Nathaniel Hawthorne was better known for his novels (The Scarlet Letter) & short stories relating to Puritan lifestyles and religious beliefs. However, the issue of slavery was a hot political topic during his lifetime as well.

In this article, I discuss how he takes issue with both sides of the debate in his short story The Maypole of Merry Mount.

http://www.helium.com/items/2366319-hawthorne-and-slavery-in-the-maypole-of-merry-mount

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Acrostic Poetry: CHRISTIAN

Chosen for a better life
Home is not this earth
Risen to eternity....

Read the rest of the poem here.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Poetry: Who You Are to Me

For Father's Day, I decided to do something a bit more personal than previous years. I wrote a poem for my Dad.

I entitled it Who You Are to Me

Father,
You are to me...
~ my spiritual adviser
~ a lap to crawl up in
~ my encouragement
~ a handy-man.

That's just a taste. Read the rest of my tribute to my dad here.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

A Mullica Dialogue

A Mullica Dialogue

Here's a funny, play on words conversation.

Squirrel: Hey, man. Did you drive with the windows down again?

Mudflap: Huh? Why you say that?

Squirrel: Cause your flaps are muddy! (laughs)

Mudflap: Oh, nah. Wife had me sleeping with the pigs last night.

A Mullica Dialogue II

A Mullica Dialogue II

If you're wanting a good laugh, read this conversation between two "not-so-bright" fellows.

Here's just a sample:

Tom: What’s gnawing at you, Squirrel?
Squirrel: It’s this girl I’ve been seeing.
Tom: You got a girl? Since when?
Squirrel: No, I ain’t got no girl. I’ve just seen her.

Read more: http://robin-harkey-dixon.quazen.com/recreation/outdoors/a-mullica-dialogue-ii/#ixzz23vmurbIL

Friday, August 3, 2012

My Debut Novel now available!!!

I'm finally a published author!

After 15 + years of fearing, holding back, waiting for the right time, etc. I took the leap and wrote my first novel.

It's an excitement I can also share with my teenage daughter. At 13, she is a published illustrator - drawing not only the cover art, but all of the inside illustrations as well! I am so proud of her.

My novel is currently available in paperback and hardback. The e-book format will be ready for purchase in another 4 weeks.

Here's the links where it can be purchased:

Abbott Press website

Amazon.com

Barnes & Noble website

For those of you in the Charlotte, NC area who would like a signed copy, drop me an email here .

Friday, July 6, 2012

Poetry: If I Offend You

This poem is written in dedication to Pastor Gary. Even though I may not agree with his style of preaching the Gospel, I do commend him for daring to speak the Truth.

I offend you?

But my faith was never

Meant to be

TOLERABLE...

Poetry: If Teachers Were Paid Pro Athletes' Salaries

How would America be different if we held teachers on a higher level than professional athletes?

newspapers would write about the “athletes shortage”

professional sports would consist mostly of white females...

Poetry: Peace

Regardless of the loved ones in your life, sometimes the only person who can truly help you is you.

You fear for me

- yes.

You worry over me

– yes.

Poetry: Voice

Written on Good Friday in 2005, this poem reflects the depression of the soul that even strong Christians can fall victim to when the world’s pressures become overwhelming and we loose sight of our Savior’s hand.

I am a voice

of nothing

I have no face of beauty

no hands

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Poetry: Reaction

Raw emotions are sometimes best faced head-on. And while it’s not the best, a heart broken by treachery of someone who once vowed to love you "until death do you part" can’t help but jump to thoughts such as these.

Time slams still

as Anger

Bleeding, Beats

through Breasts

of Broken Admiration ~

Poetry: Smiling Thoughts for Me

What are those things that bring a smile to your face. This poem explores just a few in my own life.

My Cowboy’s goofy grin,

My teenage girl snuggling up close

to me,

My “little man” hugging so tight

I can hardly breathe,...

Poetry: I Stand

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. (John 14:6 NKJV)

I stand here

Alone

Woman...

Poetry: Strength VS Weakness

These two haiku are written in response to a poetry challenge by fellow poet PHILLY DREAMER entitled: The Duality of the Samurai.

Strength

Strength it is not mine...

Poetry: When the Words Come...

Writers can be held captive by the same passion of words that draw them to the page. Inspiration doesn’t always come between the hours of nine and 5.

Inspired words

come in blurs

of foggy vision

in the late,...

Poetry: Like Her

Sometimes it takes the death of someone for one to realize how much each had in common with another.

I am

my grandmother’s child.

How unfortunate

I am

not

to have realized...

Poetry: Lament

The righteous cry, and the LORD hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles. ~ Psalm 34:17 (AKJV)

Pink disgust

and religious fluff

have brought me to the blues ~

jeans, jackets, head & heart ~

Friday, June 22, 2012

Transfer from WordPress

Thank you for visiting my blog!

I am in the process of transferring all of my poetry over to Blogger from my WordPress site. Until the process is complete, if you would like to read my poems there along with some of my other writing, please visit my WordPress blog here.

I should have the transfer of poetry complete by the end of June. Check back again soon!

Poetry: Rose Bud

"…He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ…" (Phillipians 1:6 NKJV)

As I walked along the pathway

before the morning dew had rest

I came upon a rosebush

by the Lord threefold blessed...

Poetry: Love

Fibonacci poem.

Love

Beauty...

Poetry: The Human Creature

Even as part of the animal kingdom, human beings stand alone in our ability to reason. Yet we humans also have the tendency to use our abilities in a self-debilitating way.

How is it that

God

created us

to be ...

Poetry: A Scene in Child's Play

How do you picture children playing on a hot summer day? That picture is not the same in every corner of the world.

They stand in the summer sizzling streets.

Naked in skin.

Clothed in innocent imagination.

The familiar chants of Red and Blue...

Poetry: Soul Heart & Mind

Crying is not only a physical act, but a mental and spiritual exercise.

My soul whispers of vanished dreams

of waters stirred and stilled

of quiet nights where even

the fireflies swarming...

Poetry: Prostitute

An inside look into the mind of a lady who feels she has no choice in her profession. As humans, we look on the outside, but if we only took the time to learn a person’s heart opportunities to reach out to those lost and hurting would be endless. Think before judging – it’s not our job.

Sky high heels

Pinch-tipped toes

Aching arch

Bunions grow -

Poetry: Eternally Pure

A reflection on the Christian life; both now and in the future.

I sit in life

a bit confused

so I pray to God

He’ll help me through...

Poetry: Twisted Fate

Being caught in an abusive relationship does more to one’s mind than one’s body.

Oh,

the twisted fate

of luxury ~

Opinion over Fact

it sends to ruins

these brittle bones of mine.

Poetry: Healing

Sex is more than a physical act. It is a spiritual and emotional healing.

Making love

in the midst of tears...

God designed the physical union between a man and a woman to be more than just a pleasurable experience.

Poetry: Speaking Louder than Words

"Practice what you preach" is a well known phrase; however, it should really say "preach what you practice" and there would probably be less talking and more doing.

Your silence

the angry stare

the turned cheek

away from my kiss...

Poetry: In Other Words

People have a way of talking around what they really want to say instead of just saying the truth straight.

Well, you see,

it’s just not me.

I mean,

I never really liked it.

Actually,...

Poetry: When

There’s only so many times a person can say something before the words become meaningless.

When I know

you don’t mean it -

When I know

it’s just a part of the pattern -

Poetry: Weakness

There are times when it becomes difficult to discern wherein the true temptation lies.

the weakness

is you,

then...

Poetry: Dreams

The psychology behind dreaming has fascinated science and laymen alike for years.

Dreams

are nothing more

than your mind’s eye

experimenting

with the what ifs...

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