NaPoWriMo - April 10th

April is National Poetry Writing Month. In celebration of poets everywhere, and to encourage those who are just embarking on their literary journey, I will be posting poetry (not mine) each day for the month of April. Please take a look and enjoy this special art.

Salwa Samra

Salwa Samra is a writer of ‘Poetry' and 'Non Fiction.' She is most passionate about 'Poetry' and prefers to label her writings as - 'Writing Pieces' rather than Poems/Poetry for the specific rationale that her writings are 'Pieces' that reflect nature, emotions, sentiment, and experiences of the human body, mind, and spirit.
Salwa has a varied and wide collection of Writing Pieces.

More of Salwa's work can be found on her blog and her facebook page. 

Please NOTE:
All Salwa Samra's Writing Pieces are protected under the Copyright Act 1968. Copyright gives its owner the legal right to take action in certain circumstances if someone else uses these Writing Pieces without purchase or permission.

Daring Daisy 

Daring Daisy delightfully dangled her daring, audacious determination. None could fathom the depth of the dares Daisy delighted in developing. Daisy dared not decipher her daring delicacies, daring not to daunt any whom dangled daringly in awe of her determined dives of daring delights. Graciously, Daisy decided to spare others from her dangerous, delightful delicacies of daunting dares, rather entertain herself with daring daisy only during her dangle, delightful determination of dazzling dares. How delightfully dandy of Daisy! SS ~ © 2012

Morbid Marg 

 Morbid, miserable, Marg, was a miserable morbid Madam!!! She mattered with morbid, in morbid matters, which made her miserable matter, mighty morbid!!
Morbidly munching on her fits of miserable matters, oh she mumbled mucous on her morbidness, what a state of masterly morbid affairs!!
Marg needed more mates out of these morbid matters, mates that matter not much over the morbid, mates that would manifest the might out of the morbid matters ~ SS © 2012

Chaotic Christy

~ Chaotic Christy crammed chaos continuously, creating commotion while chaotically cramming chaos. Clamming for chaos in crammed commotion really constitutes for a committal in chaotic Christy’s craving of chaos. Oh what a crammed crazy, chaotic crisis! Claiming catastrophe into crammed chaos was creating crazy commotion for Christy. Oh, but how Christy craved chaos, never to admit her chaotic craving so not to cram commotion that would constitute committal from catastrophic chaos. Chaotic crisis calls for conclusions carefully construed to coincide with calm, not chaos, however, for Christy chaotically crammed chaos creates cravings of cause to constitute chaos carefully for Christy’s crazy commotion having its core in Christy’s chaotic commune ~ SS © 2012

NaPoWriMo - April 9th

April is National Poetry Writing Month. In celebration of poets everywhere, and to encourage those who are just embarking on their literary journey, I will be posting poetry (not mine) each day for the month of April. Please take a look and enjoy this special art.

Charles Larch

 Charles Larch is a nom de plume for the author of Euneria. He is also known as Living Challenged (LC) on Authonomy. 

Euneria is a series book collection of flash fantasy stories woven together with a singular theme and shared characters. Written primarily for his son for his enjoyment, each story has been edited and approved by him. In the first of the series, Euneria - The Tales of Gibbers, Pips and Miu ...

... meet Pips, the brave warrior goblin and his beloved guardian mount, Kerthaan.

... tag along with Gibbers, a kobold on a mission to become the first member of his tribe to own a dragon.

... become enchanted with Miu, the tiny dragon who loves shiny baubles and a little girl called Emeline.

Watch as their lives unfold before you and they share the world of Euneria, a world filled with laughter, beauty and danger.

My Lovely Nuts 

I been lugging these nuts around all day long.
I jangle when I walk, so I wrote a little song.
I got nuts in my pants, as many as I please.
I got nuts in my pants that reach to my knees.
If you try to touch my nuts, you will get a little slap.
After playing with my nuts all day I need a little nap.
I got nuts in the zombie shelter and nuts on the plane.
I like to talk about my nuts. I know that sounds insane.
If you happen to find my nuts on the table or the floor,
Please do not disturb them. I am busy getting more.
And now I must be off to catch an early flight.
Cuz, I'm being chased by Fbi and those crazy guys in white.

In the Dark

She slept. She woke.
She knew not why.
Some thing unseen released a sigh.

A shadow loomed.
She dared not move.
Only illusion light would prove.

An illusion not.
She couldn't scream.
Was not invention. Was not a dream.

A shadow stealthy
Nearer drew.
She knew not what. She knew not who.

The shadow laid
A sharpened claw
Upon her skin so bare and raw.

Looming closer
Near to breast.
A forceful weight upon her chest.

Its countenance,
At last discerned,
In memory would 'er be burned.

Ripping fangs
And crimson eyes
So near her throat fear must arise.

Intentions clear.
Its victim flay.
There be no wakening today.