Trade my Heart for any Notion,
Rocking Amidst the Breathing Ocean.
Dreaming in the Midnight Hour,
Gentle Rain, Falling Shower.
Love and Passion upon the Breeze,
Life is too short, Not enough Ease.
Silence Drifting like the Soaring Gull,
Hear the waves against the Hull.
Starlight Glistens, a Guiding Light,
Truth and Serenity; Pallor of Night.
Upon this Shifting, Churning Tide,
A Breathless, Tantalizing, Lonely Ride.
Creature of the Rustling Sea,
Come and Share the Day with Me.
Walk with me Upon the Shore,
Hold my Hand and nothing More.
Until the Deep Beckons you Home,
I stand Alone ‘midst the Breakers Foam.
Beautiful original Merman artwork found at: http://www.cgtnt.com
Set in 1989, a year after the Olympic Games in South Korea, this is the true story of a young dancer, whose naive dream of working in the Far East turns into a nightmare.
Signing a six month contract, she is whisked off to the other side of the world where she finds herself in a host of situations which she is ill-equipped to deal with. Dancing her way across South Korea with two friends, she is propositioned by the Mafia, turned away by the British Embassy, caught in a student riot, and taken to Korean brothels to name but a few of her ordeals and adventures.
At times both shocking and humorous, this story takes you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions as you follow the life of a timid young girl ,finding her voice and learning to stand up for herself in a male-orientated world of alcohol, sex and seedy nightclubs.
About the author: For over twenty years, Michele Northwood was a dancer, magician and fire-eater who toured the world in theatre, musicals and circus.
She has been in the Guinness Book of records for being part of the world´s largest Human mobile while working for the circus of horrors as their first “Girl inside a bottle”. She has rubbed shoulders with Sting, Chris de Burg, David Copperfield, Claudia Schiffer and Maurice Gibb from the Bee Gees. Michele has worked as a knife throwers assistant, assisted a midget in his balancing act and has also taken part in the finale of a Scorpions concert.
When she retired from entertainment, she went back to school and now has a First Class Honours degree in Modern languages, (English and Spanish). Since graduating, she has won two writing competitions, and her first novel: “Fishnets in the Far East: A Dancer´s Diary in Korea” has recently won an award for “Best Memoir” with TCK Publishing. The sequel: “Fishnets and Fire-eating” is currently being edited and she is now working on her third book.
She currently lives in Spain with her Spanish husband, three dogs and two cats. She is a qualified English teacher and works in a public school as well as in her own private school.
Find Fishnets on Amazon : http://amazon.com/Fishnets-Far-East-Dancers-Diary-ebook/product-reviews/B07MLQ1WVQ
In the Supple Enrapturing Embrace
Of Your Softest Word
My Heart fills with Turbulent Passion
And Unbridled Yearning
That chaffs and dashes
Against the Calm Calamity of Femininity
Within the deepest parts of me,
Whispering of Unhurried Love and
The Poised Repose of Tranquility;
Rousing this storm of Rapacious Desire
In the Quietest Sound
Of Your Softest Word!
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank you~
In the Eloquent Hush
Of the Paralyzing,
To Draw You to me,
To Bare Our Souls,
Passion’s Shivering Blush.
of Fervent Desire,
of Encompassing Fire,
To Draw me to You,
To Bare Our Souls,
of Shadows Conspire.
In the Blustering Calm,
Of Unparalleled Balm,
To Draw Close Together,
To Bare Our Souls,
Of Unbridled Aplomb.
.The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.
Beautiful Photograph found at: Sandy’s Digital Art Blog
Passion spills from my heart,
Pounds from my soul,
Thunders from all that shivers inside,
Under your burning gaze
Desire melds like music and muse
Longing heartbeats cascade
In tempestuous calamity
Under your burning gaze
All that lies unseen
And all that waits, unspoken
Comes to life and trembles
Under your burning gaze
Beautiful original photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer and model. Thank you ~
Cross the Skies that Rain Starlight,
Dripping Moonbeams Upon my Door,
Casting Shadows, Ethereal Bright,
Tides Endlessly Caressing the Distant Shore.
Waking Hours Find me Dreaming,
Upon my Pillow I Cheat the Sun,
Drifting like a Comet Beaming,
Flying where No Others run.
Cascading Melodies Pour from the Sky,
Dispensing Logic into the Fray,
Silence Echoes, Soliciting Why?,
Spinning Eternity, Day by Day.
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Long the Monarch has stood
Gazing quietly upward
For the cosmos of Understanding.
Long the Monarch has waited
Watching time slowly turn
The Universe of Connection.
Long the Monarch shall remain
Beneath the expanse of Infinity
For the Valiant to Remember
How long the Monarch has stood.
Beautiful original photograph by Beth Moon
His eyes reflect the Colours of His Vivid Soul.
His Heart, unclaimed, Is ever my Goal.
His Hands are a Work of Priceless Art,
Breathtaking Perfection in Every part.
His Smile is Entrancing, Enwrapping Seduction,
Leading me, Always, to a Single deduction.
Irresistible in His Masculine Guile,
Dimples caress His Beguiling Smile;
His voice is Symphony; Masterful Sound,
Which makes me Gasp and my heart Pound.
His Body Abundance;
His Spirit Completeness,
Sweetness surrounding Sweetness.
Beautiful original photography found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer and model. Thank You~
A Distant place and Rhyme
of Enchanted Time
Kissing the wind
In Silent Reverie
Of Remembered Sorrows
and Unspoken Dichotomy
As the Hours Turn
of What we Learn.
Beautiful Original Photography by Tammy Hughes
As the seasons shifted , the fey of the light gathered together for a celebration of color and brightness. They dressed in glittering, bejeweled costumes; decorated their homes with sparkling lanterns, filled their porches and gardens with fresh fruit, crisp garden vegetables, sweet baked treats and sugary indulgences for any passerby to enjoy, and played a multitude of musical instruments in a discordant symphony of jubilant sound.
Parading along the avenues from home to home in dancing, fluttering, gleeful revelry, fey of all ages delighted in the company of their friends and family while eating and drinking the sweet temptations of the season, and at the end of the evening’s festivities, all fey, young and old, joined together to venerate the passing of the Season of Light.
They gathered in the Clearing of the Stars, where the forest canopy contracted and one could gaze up, out of the forest, into the glittering night sky enchanted by the glowing moon and the sparkling stars overhead. Together, they began the incantation of the changing seasons led by their village Celebrant, their voices subdued and solemn after a full day of laughing and singing. They paced through the intricate dance which marked the ending of the growing and gathering seasons and the beginning of the season of cold darkness with austerity. Bowing, pausing, stepping, clapping, pausing, clasping hands, passing, turning, pausing, releasing, taking to wing, alighting and repeating until the midnight horns rang through the clear, cold night air. The sharp tones signaled more than just the ending of the day; they heralded a somberness that descended upon the village as silently as the first winter snow.
No longer would the days be warm and bright; they would be cold and bleak. No longer would the shushing of emeraldine leaves and the luscious scent of flowers fill the air; there would be only the creaking and groaning of barren branches in the icy gales of winter. No longer would the songs of thrush and cicada ring through the canopy overhead; there would only be silence and the scrunching of snow underfoot.
*** It is the time of year when the Fey of the Light celebrate and Honour the Sweet Joy of Harmony, Family and Friendship, I wanted to share this excerpt from Dark Fey The Reviled.****
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FIND The Reviled here:
Dark Fey The Reviled on Amazon/Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Reviled-Dark-Fey-Book-ebook/dp/B00RZMVNQQ
Dark Fey The Reviled on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Fey-Reviled- Cynthia-Morgan/dp/1505413230
What you Think about Another,
Will be Reflected in How You Treat Them
Love Each as your Brother, As Your Mother,
And Kindness from Your Love will Stem.
Harmony Blossoms when we Look at another and See ourselves.
Take each step upon the Path of Life with the Intent to Smile
and Harmony will Light your way.
Reach with Hands that seek to Give
Abundance will Fill your world.
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterst.
How Enchanting these Avowals could be
If I had Skill in articulating them of Thee.
How Stirring and Elegant that single Phrase
Would Comprise My Love, and Thy Endless Praise.
Yet I have not skill enough to Name
A single measure of the same;
For this Depth of Love, though I cannot Suppress,
Is more than I know or can ever Express.
Breath trapped in rampant greed
Desire locked in Wanton need
Breathless Heaven in Your Guise
Desirous Yearning without lies
Breathing Temptation in Expression
Desiring all Your Love’s aggression!
Whispers of transient time
Wordless Symphony of Trust
Words of Fire
that Corruptions Require
Never to tire
Molten Stare of Longing
Deliberate Intent of Our Passion’s Creed
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If Love Doth Speak
In the Sweetest Language Of its own,
‘Tis then in Honesty
That it speaks to me,
To my Heart,
With Tremors of Breath,
And Shudders of Pleased Delight;
Yet never let it Cease to Whisper,
Lest I be unable to Breathe
By its Loss.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cindy Grundsten
It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.
And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.
Solitude is Beautiful.
Solitude is Violence to my Heart.
Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;
Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.
Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.
It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.
Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.
Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.
Silence And Solitude.
The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,
But that it wants what it knows it longs for,
Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,
Half of itself, lost in Time,
in Silence and Solitude
for that seeming Tranquility to be broken
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