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    Sudden Thunder Anthology 2011-1
    Sudden Thunder Anthology 2011-1
    Sudden Thunder Anthology 2011-1
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    Sudden Thunder Anthology 2011-1

    By S.B. Poets

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    Vincent Aurelius,John Beaton,Don Benson,Frances Bickerstaff,Kevan Cameron,Sharla Cuthberston,Mohana Das,Richard Doiron,David Fraser,Lynette Emery,Keith Inman,Candice James,Harvey Jenkins,Edna Kovacs,Ruth Kozak,Janet Kvammen,Carole Langille,Preston Lim,Melissa Mangin,Robert Martens,Valerie Parks,Janet Naidu,Laura Schultz,Patricia Smekal,Michael Sullivan,Diane Tchir,Steve Vernon,Alexandra Zlotnik

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSilver Bow Publishing
    Release dateOct 15, 2012
    ISBN9780991685165
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      Sudden Thunder Anthology 2011-1 - S.B. Poets

      Sudden Thunder

      by Sb Poets

      Published by Silver Bow Publishing at Smashwords

      Copyright 2011 Silver Bow Publishing

      License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author

      Sudden Thunder International Anthology

      Cover Photos: Janet Kvammen

      Email: silverbowpublishing@gmail.com

      Preface

      Words, when strung together like a beautiful rare necklace, are priceless, indestructible and eternal. Poetry is the grand ballroom these words live, breathe and dance in. Poetry waltzes into the heart and creates rhapsodies and symphonies for the soul. Her playground of emotions is peppered with excitement, enchantment, love, harmony, sorrow, heartache, empathy and bereavement. Poetry is the rhythm of the universe painted onto paper with pen, ink and imagination. ~Candice James

      Sb Poets

      Candice James (Poet Laureate)

      Don Benson (Poet Laureate Emeritus)

      Michael Sullivan (Sullivan The Poet)

      Mohana Das

      Laura Schultz

      David Fraser

      Alexandra Zlotnik

      John Beaton

      Valerie Parks

      Daniel Mark Patterson

      Sonja Smolec

      Richard Doiron

      Edna Kovacs

      Melissa Mangin

      Ruth Kozak

      Dianne Tchir

      Vincent Aurelius

      Carol Langille

      Sharla Cuthbertson

      Harvey Jenkins

      Lynette Emery

      Keith Inman

      Janet Naidu

      Patricia Smekal

      Robert Martens

      Kevan Cameron (Scruffmouth)

      Steve Vernon

      Janet Kvammen

      Frances Bickerstaff

      Preston Lim

      Yossi Faybish

      Profiles

      Glossy Nights

      (from Inner Heart – A Journey)

      Candice James – Poet Laureate

      A warm midnight drizzle,

      A windblown mind sizzle;

      The gloss of the traffic lights,

      Glistening, streaming down

      Like Neapolitan matchsticks

      Onto the rain slicked streets

      Of this yawning town.

      Headlights shimmer

      Like slabs of halogen butter

      Skating on rivers of slick black pavement,

      Shooting like arrows plucked from their quivers.

      A soft picturesque night,

      Shot silk stars twinkling;

      A mood ring painting,

      A moon dusted city

      With ethereal atmosphere.

      Streetlights burn soft amber;

      Silent lanterns chasing shadows

      Down the Quay to the pier

      Where the river gently rocks

      But never sleeps;

      Nursing secrets she sequesters,

      Hides away; always keeps.

      A warm midnight nuzzle;

      Glossy nights like this,

      A windblown mind puzzle

      Sealed with a kiss,

      Reflections of you creep into my eyes,

      Then, falls a tear, dripping with sighs;

      A prisoner of yesterday’s kiss,

      I live for the icy touch

      And cool breath of your ghost,

      On glossy nights like this.

      Once Upon A Time In France

      Candice James – Poet Laureate

      The rain falls softly through the semi bare trees,

      Whispering kisses into the stream,

      As it pirouettes and eddies.

      An unharnessed ballerina, it dances and meanders

      Under the run down wooden bridge

      Where the lovers stand.

      They stand on new ground tonight,

      Bathed in sacred starlight,

      Dusting emotion’s inner edges.

      This was never new ground to us

      When we painted the new moon of another night

      Higher than it ever hung before.

      We wrestled the angels for a deeper touch of love;

      For a stronger sense of truth;

      For a truer sense of magic.

      It slipped though our hands like sand;

      Gritty, abrasive, raw;

      Opening like a fresh wound,

      Then scarring, forever, the new ground

      Never to be new to us again.

      Tonight the rain falls in France

      A little less softly through the barren trees,

      Whispering laments into the stream,

      As it struggles and breaks.

      A fragile, antique mirror, it stumbles, trips

      And licks at the wet slick wooden bridge

      Our teardrops still stand on.

      Tonight, haloed in my loneliness,

      I remember another night,

      Once upon a time in France,

      When we painted the new moon

      Higher than it ever hung before

      And I realize, we’ll paint it nevermore.

      The Remaining

      Candice James – Poet Laureate

      When will you give your love to me again,

      And, will you give it to me again?

      As I lie in bed this question repeats

      And repeats itself in my mind.

      Where did I lose you and when?

      Was it on the street of faded dreams?

      Was it when I wasn’t paying enough attention?

      If ever you filled my heart and mind

      More than now,

      It must have been in some other

      Heartbreak Hotel I built,

      Chained up

      By an icy rope

      Of memory’s teardrops.

      Everywhere I go I look for you.

      I search the streets and avenues

      On hot sultry days,

      On white snowy nights,

      In every corner of my heart,

      At the far edge of my sanity.

      You’ve never left my thoughts or my heart.

      I never take a step without you.

      Where will I see you again, and will I?

      In life? In death? When?

      Until then,

      I remain waiting.

      I’ll never give up.

      Hollow Man Burning

      Candice James – Poet Laureate

      The hard edged rumor of impending death

      Foreshadowing the tragedy at hand;

      The promises foresworn with bated breath;

      Unanswered prayers reign over shadowland.

      A paper king trades places with a clown,

      An alcoholic drunkard on the town;

      A barstool for a throne, smoke for a crown,

      And every drink he takes just takes him down.

      He can’t escape. He has nowhere to go,

      Imprisoned in this nightmare of the dead;

      A mad fool, ruling kingdoms rapt with woe,

      Encapsulated in a web of dread.

      Addicted and enslaved by his desire;

      A Hollow Man that burns in liquor’s fire.

      Scarlet Knife

      Candice James – Poet Laureate

      No amnesty within this darkened night

      For wounded butterfly in torn cocoon,

      Atwist, awry in palid shaft of light;

      Abandoned, dying on a desert dune. 

      A child of desperation racked with pain,

      Is sliding down edge of passion’s blade;

      A Heart is trapped in harsh relentless rain

      Where mortal wounds and old scars never fade;

      Cut by the sharp tip of love's scarlet knife.

      Heart slaughtered in a boxing ring of tears

      Cannot be resurrected back to life.

      The promise of forever disappears.

      With broken vows laid waste on tattered strings,

      Love takes her final leave on tainted wings.

      The Dance (Sestina)

      Candice James – Poet Laureate

      The wet moon now hangs high in the sky,

      A shimmering snowball a glistening eye.

      Tears spilling out to star dust the night.

      Brilliant against its ebony frame,

      A midnight sonata sets the mood

      Where angels dance on wings of chance.

      A victim of happenstance and grievous chance,

      A crimson pink sunset paints the sky.

      Blue notes echo an indigo mood.

      Opalescent teardrop

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