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    Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet
    Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet
    Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet
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    Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet

    By Thelma Richie Homer

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    Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet is an evocative collection of poems and sonnets written by Thelma Homer. It is modern poetry with a touch of the classical romantic. This fine poetry collection, sometimes whimsical and often reflective, can be read time and time again. Ms. Homer has an uncanny ability to connect with her readers on an emotional and even sometimes spiritual level because her poetry comes from deep within her own experience and personal memories.
    This author’s voice rivals that of some of the truly great poets from both modern time and the 19th century. Rekindle your passion for poetic expression with this tantalizing book of poetry. You will be irrevocably drawn into its pages from the very first. Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet would be a most thoughtful and intelligent choice for even the most selective of readers.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWhispering Pine Press International, Inc.
    Release dateMar 17, 2011
    ISBN9781592104680
    Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet
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    Thelma Richie Homer

    Thelma Richie Homer was born in 1933 in Atlanta, Idaho, a mile-high mountain town on the Middle Fork of the Boise River. During its heyday, miners camped under nearly every tree, one of whom was her father, Fred. He also moonlighted in moonshine, and his life came to an untimely end in November of that year in a small café on Main Street, with two bullets in his body. His death changed the author’s life forever. The family moved to her mother’s parents’ home in Elko, Nevada, where her sister, Katherine Darlene, was born in July, 1934. When her mother remarried and moved away, the children stayed and were raised and educated there. The poem “Easter” in Part One of Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet reflects and honors Ms. Homer’s extraordinary grandmother who, with only a 5th Reader education in Germany and alone after the death of her husband, sacrificed much without complaining. She raised eight children and four grandchildren. Her oldest son, Pete, agreed to further Ms. Homer’s education, and in 1950 the author left for the Golden State to attend the famous California theatrical school, the Pasadena Playhouse. The theatrical school opened doors to a world of creativity that she could not have imagined and a love affair with Shakespeare that continues to this day. Ms. Homer was never a girl poet, but during her sojourn at the Pasadena Playhouse, she composed original sonnets for speech class assignments rather than reciting those of known poets, wrote verse introductions for musical projects, occasionally presented a poem to friends because she could not afford the money for a card, and wrote one act for a three-act play as a rough draft in playwriting class. She could not have cared less for writing; acting was her aspiration. Following graduation and after pursuing jobs at several theatres, she thought she should return home, work, save her money, and then head for the bright lights of New York. In the fall of 1954, she appeared in a melodrama in Elko, where she met the man who would become her husband, and so she stayed. Because she was in love, New York seemed a million light years away. The true bright light of her life, however, daughter Karissa, was born in December 1955. During the years that followed, she found time to work for the County as their Real Roll Tax Supervisor; appear and contribute to the local theatre group, the Silver Stage Players; take classes at the Community College; enjoy numerous artistic endeavors; and start a successful investment club. Never in all this time did she write a line of poetry. The desire to create something never left her. In one of Ms. Homer’s life-improvement phases, she passed the Real Estate exam in 1973 and for thirty years strove to excel in this profession. When she retired in 2003 at the age of 70, she began putting some thoughts on paper to explore who she was and express who she had become. A friend, Megan Birak, sent Ms. Homer a compendium for developing the creative voice. Then another friend, Sarah Sweetwater, invited her to read for Poetry Night once a month at the DLC Gallery and Bar, and so it seems that the decision to write was not hers but that others led her down the path. She followed, and Fate simply carried the pen. At her age, she writes so that she can leave something tangible to her family and to all those she loves. With poetry, the end is always in sight, and she can put her soul into its brevity. Currently, she has finished a book of American Haiku in collaboration with internationally-known artist, Tsolmon Damba, entitled 39 Ripples on a Stream. She is looking forward to finishing several more works of poetry. I do believe that everyone lives a double life, whether it is imaginary or real, and that the poet should retain some mystery, some curiosity, and leave it to the reader to echo the music and vibrancy of the poems in relationship to their own lives.

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      Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet - Thelma Richie Homer

      Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet

      A COLLECTION OF POEMS AND SONNETS

      Thelma Richie Homer

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      PUBLISHED BY:

      Whispering Pine Press International, Inc. at Smashwords

      Lunatics, Lovers, and a Poet

      Copyright 2011 Thelma Richie Homer

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      This book is available in print at most online retailers.

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      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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      Dedication

      for

      Life

      Creativity and the

      Journey

      Personal Acknowledgments

      I have been richly blessed! On bended knee I extend grateful acknowledgments:

      To my Grandmother, Elizabeth Andersen, who worked so hard to give me everything I wanted.

      To my oldest son, Pete, who provided the wherewithal for me to attend the Pasadena Playhouse, where I fell under the spell of William Shakespeare, the beauty of language, and the magic of the theatre.

      To my many special friends, Megan Birak, Patricia Barrett, Kristi Glass, and Sarah Sweetwater, who unselfishly gave moral support and enthusiasm.

      To Errecarts who provided the avenue and encouragement to keep reading and writing.

      To Poetry Night at the Duncan Littlecreek Gallery and Bar. But most of all and impossible to do without, my sister, K. Darlene Bardsley, who cheerfully and without criticism, corrected, punctuated, and made all the right suggestions.

      All of these, and more, made this dream a reality. My humble thanks!

      Thelma Richie Homer

      Table of Contents

      Dedication

      Personal Acknowledgements

      Preface

      Part I

      POEMS:

      Home

      Origins

      Reincarnation

      Easter

      Spring Fever

      Perfection

      Requiem

      Future

      Legacy

      The Gardener

      Passage

      Searching

      Faith

      Destiny

      Schemes

      Questions

      Yearning

      Oh, Black Night

      Denial

      Heights

      Come Sit Beside Me

      The Moving Hand

      Transcendence

      Discord

      Cold Comforts

      Neglected

      Hurricane

      Eclipse

      War, 2003

      Casualties

      Writing Pains

      Quest

      SONNETS:

      Sweet Sorrow

      Vanquished

      Fate

      Oh, Savage Night

      Day of Rest

      Tempest

      Mirage

      Discontent

      Antagonist

      Somewhere in Each of Us

      Outcast

      Part II

      Caveat

      Revenge

      Leaving

      Epilogue

      Precipice

      Dementia

      Captive

      Farewell

      Falling Star

      Assassination

      Second Kiss

      Seduced

      Love Song

      Conversation

      Promises

      Forever

      Truce

      Rain Dance

      Creation

      The Pink Kimono

      A Thousand Kisses

      Absolution

      Confession

      Ghost

      Doubt

      Gifts

      Lullaby

      Spellbound

      The Cinderella Hour

      Path Worn

      Storm

      Night Visitor

      The Magician

      Husbandry

      Sand Castles

      The Feast

      Reverie

      Interception

      Captivity

      Reflection

      Kismet

      Water in a Sieve

      Gift

      Wishing

      Alphabetical Index by First Line

      About the Author

      Reader Feedback

      Preface

      The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

      Are of imagination all compact:

      One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,

      That is, the madman; the lover, all as frantic,

      Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:

      The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

      Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

      And, as imagination bodies forth

      The form of things unknown, the poet’s pen

      Turns them into shape, and gives to airy nothing

      A local habitation, and a name.

      A Midsummer Night’s Dream

      Shakespeare ... V,i,7.

      PART I

      POEMS:

      HOME

      This is my favorite room in the

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