Guest Post: Some favourite Poetry by BL Ronan


I came across this talented lady a few years ago and purchased her book of Poetry “Saudade” which I treasure! Here are just some of her pieces over the years that I have loved but they are all exquisite… Her words soothe and touch my soul…
Enjoy ~ Debs xox

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wait for me
in the gilded meadow
among the lilies
soft and fair.

wait for me
in the twilight
as the dust of moonbeams
glimmer in the air.

feel me
in the shadows
as the melody
of our dance begins.

the echo of me
within you –
now close your eyes
and cast away your whims.

savor the essence
of this moment –
an ember of time
long past
yet crystal clear.

the memory of me
a phantom ache in your fingertips,
my laughter a whispered balm
caressing your ear.

don’t dread
the waking morning
for precious hope
its warming rays bring.

lay as gifts before you
but most deserving.

the memory of me
will soften
as the ache of my silence
fills with unbridled joy.

no more tears
for the absence of yesterdays,
for my wish is : you  live
you love
you rejoice.

say farewell to me
in the gilded meadow
among the lilies
delicate and strong.

feel the sunshine
embrace your freckled cheeks
and know that i am always
in your heart
where i belong.

2015 b.l. ronan



“Time Tick Tocks”

the hands pivot –
the incessant ticking
marking the passing
of time…
of breath.
the pervading darkness
no longer seeps
from crooked angles
the silence of space

the symmetry of perfection
never harkened these doorsteps –
for all is
as it ever was :
the heart still
of joyful beginnings
and bittersweet goodbyes.

smiles form more naturally
but forever hold
the sadness of a small girl
ever so slightly broken :
as she traverses
the finite beauty
of her blessings.

blues now burn
in the heated pigments
of red
the glitter of hopeful promises
once more sparkle
in the hidden depths
of her soul.

the road faltered
altering her course
and leaving her perpetually lost
in this wayward and fraught-ful journey.
there is substantial pain –
a palpable twinging
as her centre grows
in the constant juggernaut of change.

the heaviness has lifted
but the phantom residuals of what once was
reminding her of the fleeting chiming of the clock
and the precious moments
now nurtured eternally
in the sacred caverns of her heart.


c. 2014 b.l. ronan




the ink
the tips of her fingers
as each
scours over
every word.

the printed letters
impart their depths
as she traces
the lined echoes of her heart.

these etchings
are extractions
from her very soul
such abundance
of faith
seem impossible.

the well
is dry.

the cage
is locked.

the pages

this space
is known
at the same time

for the emptiness
into shadows
far deeper
than she dreamed existed.

the mere
weight of the pen
between her fingers
agonized torture.

the scream
never comes

crying woman's eye, black and white image, low key, selective focus

the tears
pool silently
down her freckled cheeks,
the only warmth
from the bone deep chill.

she follows
the dip and curve
of each pen stroke
that one day
such life
will once again
resound from her chest.

a day
when her prison walls
will collapse
and the void
of nothing
will dissipate.

a day
when all that she longs
to say
to feel
to cry to the heavens
will once again
flow without impediment
upon the parchment…

of her tears
and ink stained finger


© 2013 b.l. ronan


Day 24 in the #NaPoWiMo Challenge


Day 24’s optional prompt, is to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times). 


So with “Day 24’s Prompt” I have chosen a Satire Poem by Poet ~ Terry Pratchett, then found an example of a Parody Piece on Websiteby John Dryden & Jonathon Robin; and after that is a new Poem that I have written, not in-line with todays prompt! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!



Ode to Multiple Universes

I do have worlds enough and time
to spare an hour to find a rhyme
to take a week to pen an article
a day to find a rhyme for ‘particle’.
In many worlds my time is free
to spend ten minutes over tea
And steal the time from some far moon
so words can take all afternoon,
Away beyond the speed of light
I’ll write a novel in one night.
Aeons beckon, if I want ’em…
…but I can’t have em’, ‘cos of Quantum.

By Terry Pratchett (1948-2015)




Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But ’tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.

‘Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.

Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But ’tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.

‘Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.

By John Dryden (1631-1700)


And then the “Parody” to “John Dryden’s Piece” is below: 

Farewell, misunderstandings
Farewell, past perjury!
Let not unhappy landings
void voyage verity.
The pleasure of possessing
surpasses all expressing
though bitter-sweet its blessing
once seemed, heave-ho heart’s pain!

If upgrades site proposes
can’t counter weary tears
when downgrade fate opposes
encounters change of gears,
those trophies once adorning
night, morning, witness mourning,
departure tells no dawning
when Judgement Day appears.

Deceptions past prepare us,
for neither pity, pain,
though some say: “Should you leave us,
has journey proved in vain? ”
Before you have denied it
there is no bliss beside it
yet she that once has tried it
shall find joy where all gain.

Some passion have pretended,
as game aimed to obtain
your charms – their charm soon ended,
the charmer you disdain.
Past tears have taken measure
of losing precious treasure,
but parting seems slight pleasure
when sharing hopes again.

By Jonathan Robin (2007)






And C’est la vie…

To the complications

That you have caused me.

To the rejections

That have wasted my time.

To your deceptions

That show your own failings.

To the mass of pain

That I’ve hidden and cried.


I’m done with this unhappy ending

I’m taking back my hurtful pride.

I’m moving forward

Without anymore hesitation –

From your false friendship

That you’ve hidden behind.

No longer will I be a doormat

That foolishly wonders

What on earth went so wrong.

It takes two to make a real friendship

And now I valuing myself so much more!


© debradml (2015)


#BlogHop 2014…


Well a lovely friend that I have got to know over this past year, Chris Kuhn, whom wrote her first novel in 2013 “The Muse Unlocked”, has very kindly has asked me to answer these Four Questions below from my perpective as a Poet!

Blog Hop Q & A:

1. If you could achieve anything with your writing in 2014, what would it be?

Hmmm…. This year I hope to develop my knowledge into the different styles of Poetry and gain a better understanding into the processes… therefore I hope to become better writer!

2. What are the top 3 demons you must slay to achieve your goals in 2014?

Geez… Time is the biggest problem for me! Allowing myself to unwind from real life at times, feeling free to explore and unleash the words and creativity, at the moment it happens in sporadic waves.

3. Name three things that inspire you to write.

Life, feelings and experiences!

4. What advice do you have to give a new writer who is considering writing fiction and/ or poetry?

Wow ok…. well I don’t write Fiction at all and I consider myself a complete novice when it comes to writing Poetry as I am only really learning myself… but I suppose what I would say to someone who asked me about writing Poetry would be for them to imagine a feeling or picture… and then for them to close their eyes and let the words flow from their mind on how they want to express it and then as I write, I edit by reading it back to myself out aloud to see if its sounding right and that it has a type of flow to it!


Ok so now I get to tag a few other people to answer these questions too… so… I’d like to give these wonderful writers a chance to share their own perspective on those four questions.


Interview with Author Lisa Fulham


It’s my pleasure and honour folks to support and share a little further insight into the up and coming new Indie Author Lisa Fulham…. Erotic Romance Writer & Poet!
For those of you whom don’t know her she has recently written and published her first novel called out “Out on Business” which you can purchase via Amazon!
I came across this young Lady at the beginning of this year via Twitter and started following her Blog. Through Reading her Poetry and Short Stories I could see that she held a lot of promise with the Novel she was writing! Over time with chatting on there our connection has grown and we have become good friends! She is full of fun and is truly beautiful soul!
# Debs: Ok so on with the Show….Hello and welcome Miss Lover of Nylons I am so excited to be your first Interview!!! Tell us a bit about Yourself?
So you would like to know more about little old me, well I’m many things all at once. I’m a Mum, Wife, friend, manager and writer. There’s no real order to that list, I think every aspect of my life is just as important as another. I love to walk a little off centre to what is considered the norm and I guess one of the biggest things I can tell you about myself is that I have a big mouth. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not obnoxious, I just find it hard not to fight the good fight and I wear my feelings on my face. This last bit can make for a few awkward times in life I can tell you. Mostly though I’m just the kind of person who loves to see others happy, I like to encourage and support my friends and I truly believe that giggles make the world go round.
# Question: Have you always wanted to be a writer or is this a newly discovered desire?
Well, I’ve loved books from a very young age. As a child I HAD to read before I went to bed otherwise I couldn’t go to sleep. When I was about fourteen/fifteen years old I read a book called ‘In the Deep End’. It was about a pair of teenagers about the same age as me and it was based on their romance. It was relevant to me and I connected with the issues these two people were going through and I remember wishing that I could write something like that. I guess you could say my dream started from there, but I never really thought it would come true. I tucked it away inside myself and got on with life. I carried on my passion for reading, but a desire to write didn’t come back to me until almost a year ago. Oh dear twitter, however can I thank thee? Yup joining twitter was the thing that rekindled my dream and the rest of the story is forever on my blog for all to see.
# Question: In your novel I love how you describe in detail the places that your character Lucy Hunt is viewing, what inspired you?
Haha, it’s funny you should ask. Out on Business did not start out as my first book; it was supposed to be a short story for my blog, around three thousand words or so. I had been tweeting a lot about #SuitPorn and a few guys even sent me pictures. One of my followers decided that the story was about him and he lives in Edinburgh. I already had the main character formed in my head so it was never actually about him, but I decided to do a little research about Edinburgh as I’ve never been and the moment I found The Dome I knew I had to base my story in that majestic building. I completely fell in love and I have promised myself that one day I will be seeing it for myself. People always find it funny that I’ve never been to the places I describe in the book, believe me a lot of research was done. The Vivienne Westwood shop she bought her dress from though is in Manchester and I have been to it, it is a beautiful store. The dress itself is completely my own creation; I can picture it exactly and even feel the material between my fingers.
# Question: On your blog you have posted some wonderful Poetry! How do you define Poetry?
How do I define poetry? I don’t. I don’t think that anyone really should. Poetry is an emotion, an expression and the same piece of poetry can mean something different from one person to the next. When I write poetry I never use full stops or commas, this is because I personally think that each line, each word is just as important as the one before it and the one after it. It may surprise you that I’ve never really taken an interest in poetry. I love Shakespeare and my all time favourite poem is Stop all the clocks by W H Auden. Other than that,before I began following writers on twitter I didn’t read poetry. I stumbled upon writing it by sheer coincidence. My first poem ‘To write is to’ came to me because someone asked me what writing meant to me. I was working on writing a book (something I was nowhere near ready for) when I was asked why I wrote and what it meant to me. The more I thought about it, the more my thoughts became that poem. I almost didn’t share it with anyone, but a very dear friend convinced me. Poetry is whatever you want it to be whether you’re the writer or the reader. We have all lived different experiences and so words will stir different memories and emotions in each of us.
Thank you by the way for calling my poetry wonderful, that really does humble me.
Debs: You are very welcome, you’re very clever! 
# Question: Do you have a motto in life?
I don’t have a motto as such, but I do have a few things I live by:
  • Giggles make the world go round
  • Haters will always hate
  • Fight the good fight
  • Speak your mind
  • Be the best you can be no matter what the circumstances are
  • Love and be loved
  • I also like to sign off with this: Stay kind, Stay kinky, Stay True
# Question: Who or what inspires you? Do you have a Muse?
Life inspires me, be it pain, love, passion or loss. I think that as people we draw from those around us and the experiences we live through. Don’t get me wrong, I write fiction, but there is always an element of myself or my emotions within my writing. My poetry is a different story, some of the poems I have written have literally been written through my own tears.
# Question: Do you have a creative process? Like writing at a certain time of the day; listening to music or prefer silence? And how do you like to write – Phone, Computer or Journal?
As my life is so busy, I write when, where and on whatever I can. I have notepads and post it notes in every bag I own. I utilise the notes section on both my ipad and iphone and Out on Business was the first time I have written straight onto my pc. I used to write everything longhand, but it took forever to get anything out there for people toread. I still write all of my poetry longhand, but my stories a predominantly written on my pc.
While I’m writing I listen to the band oasis, being a Manchester lass born and bread I grew-up listening to the local boys and their songs are embedded into my soul. I can have them playing in the background and I don’t have to listen to hear them. I can’t sit in silence, I’m too noisy a person for that and too long alone with my own thoughts isn’t always such a great idea.
# Question: Do you ever get writers block? If so do you have a remedy?
I’m actually just coming through the other side of the biggest writer’s block I’ve ever had. I had a crazy two weeks back in July; I published my first book and lost a fellow writer and friend. Hitting such a highand then experiencing something like that rendered me incapable of creating anything. What was the point in my writing? What difference did it really make to the world in the grand scheme of things? For almost eight weeks I couldn’t read or write. I managed a few small pieces here and there, but my passion had left me. I couldn’t concentrate for longer than ten minutes and the blank screen with its flashing cursor simply mocked me. I’m not really sure what changed in the past few weeks, but I’m finally beginning to write again and I’ve never felt such relief. I know that without the support of my friends there is no way I would have made it though and for them I am forever thankful.
# Question: Many writers describe the road to their first published work as a great learning experience. Would you agree? And if so, what do you feel is the most important thing you learned about yourself throughout the process?
Of course it’s a learning curve, life’s one big learning curve. What’s the biggest thing I’ve learnt about myself? I hate editing and I am not actually superwoman. I put huge demands on myself and all that happens is I’ve ended up setting myself up to fail. Writing should be fun, an escape from the humdrum of real life. When it’s not fun you need to step away and take some time for yourself.
# Question: What excites you in life?
I’m a big goon, I honestly got really excited the other day because I found a chocolate bar in my bag that I’d forgotten about. Hubs thinksI’m hilarious. I believe that the little things in life are what we should get excited about; spending time with friends, your favourite comic book superhero movie coming out or simply getting THAT LOOK from someone in a bar. The big things come and go, the little things happen everyday and should be cherished.
# Question: What attracts you to a Man? And/or people?
I like a man who can make me laugh, can laugh at himself and who I can argue with. I know that last one probably sounds silly, but I did warn you I like to walk a little off centre to the norm. I love arguing, it’s just so much fun and it’s even better when you do it with someone who pushes you.
# Question: What does Erotic Romance mean to you?
Erotic romance means something that will get your pulse racing while allowing you to connect with the characters.
# Question: If you could make-out with anyone Famous who would it be?
Robbie Williams as I have had dirty thoughts about that man before I knew what dirty thoughts were lol
Debs: Hmmmm nice choice!
# Question: If you could posses a super power what would it be?
Time travel I think so I could go back in time and save the baby before the truck hit it, or go to the future and make sure that the lessons of today helping the world of tomorrow.
# Question: If you could invite anyone famous over for dinner who would you choose?
Boris Johnson the mayor of London. Not because of his politics (which I disagree with) but because he is a total fruitloop and I have no idea how he was voted to be our capitals mayor.
# Question: Do you like interaction with your readers? Ever had a bad experience?
I love talking to people (as you can see, you can’t shut me up once I get going). I’ve never had a bad experience with a reader, but on twitter I think they are inevitable. The haters will always hate, but it’s our duty to ourselves to rise above it.
# Question: What are your future projects?
I am currently working on a story for my blog called “lust through a lens“. It’s about a curvy redhead who has self image issues and asks her friend to take photos of her looking sexy. It’s inspired by the work of @justarandomscott and I’m really enjoying working on it now I’ve got past my block. I hope to start work on my next book towards the end of this year or beginning of next year. That one I’m keeping under wraps for a little bit.
Debs: Oh cool, I love his Blog!
# Question: Do you have a message for your fans?
Fans? I’m sure I don’t have any of them. Anyone who has been gracious enough to give my words their time, become my friend. As for a message, I’d just like to thank each and every one of them from the bottom of my heart. I’m still very new to writing and I still haveso much to learn, I love the people I’m meeting on this journey.


# Rapid Fire Questions:
Married or SingleMarried
Tall or short?  A Tall 5ft 6 inches lol
Torso, Legs, Arse or all?  I love backs & all of those mentioned 😉
Vanilla or Kinky?  All flavours of Ice-Cream please
Nylons or Garter Stockings?  YES and knee high socks
Batman or Superman?  Batman, he fights the best baddie of all time
Chocolate or Ice Cream?  Chocolate
Meat or Seafood?  Meat all the way baby
Beer, Wine or Spirit?  Yea please and a body shot of Sambucca
Books or Kindle?  Books in the main, Kindle for all my smut
Camping or Hotel?  Hotel! There are bugs on the floor
Beach or Rainforest?  Beach for relaxation, Forest for exploration
Spirituality or Evolution?  I feel they go hand in hand
Favourite Poet?  Shakespeare
Favourite Books?   Anything where I forget the world around me
Favourite Music?   I’m very eclectic when it comes to music
Favourite TV Show?  DR. Who
Favourite Movies?  You may as well ask me – breathing in or out
Favourite Sport?  Lisa: Football  (Debs: Er so that would be Pommie for Soccer lol)
Favourite colour?  Purple

Lisa: I’d really like to take this opportunity to thank you Deb I am truly humbled that you would wan to interview me. More than that, I want to thank you for all the support you give to so many writers. It warms my heart when people like yourself do such wonderful things for other people. Last and certainly not least I want to tank you for your friendship and cheering on. The comments you leave me always touch my heart and make me want to keep writing.


Debs: Aww hunny thank-you so very much for that!!! You melt my heart 🙂 I am like you, I love meeting people and finding precious little indie gems out there, it enriches my heart, mind and soul, 😉 your Awesomesauce!  ~ Debs xo



Ode to Toro…


Ode to Toro:

Hearts are bleeding from you’re news because we love you…
In this short time how you’ve touched us so deep…
Can’t stop thinking of how we should be there with you…
To hold your hand would make it complete!
I sat upon the beach today just staring…
Wondering why and was there something I could do?
Everything that seemed to matter yesterday is nothing
Compared to what you are going through!
So please know that when you feel like you need us
Close your eyes and feel our arms around you tight!
For in our hearts we will be right there with you…
Shining brightly as the days turn into nights.
And there we will continue to hold you…
Until our paths do cross again!
Take care and know that we love you
Our dear and beautiful Friend
xxx Baci
© debradml 2013


Ode to Mirabella…


Ode to Mirabella

An erotic sensual being whom in habits this earth.
Igniting you through words and pictures.
Filling your sight, mind and soul endlessly…
Touching you with a gentle flick of her words –
Leaves you with a deep penetration of feeling!

 © debradml (2012)



This beautiful inspiring Lady was one of the first people I met on Twitterland ….her Sun beams shined so brightly and I just knew we’d become friends  🙂

I wrote this small amount of a few words for her back then and it was the first time in many many years I had even attempted too….she loved of course as she is a generous and unique soul!

Her Words and Visions are on Fire you should take a look…..@una_tentazione



An Interview with B.L. Ronan

# Brilliant Interview with Author/ Poet B.L.Ronan ~ Debs xo

So The Story Goes

We are fortunate to have had the pleasure of sitting down for a chat with friend and writer B.L. Ronan, author of saudade.  Join us as we discuss inspiration and her journey into self publishing…

So The Story Goes:Have you always wanted to write?

B.L. Ronan: i have always been a dreamer – creating and living stories almost constantly.  so in the essence of creating as a writer does, yes. i love words but it was not until middle and high school that i used it as a form of expression.

STSG:Have you always been drawn to poetry as a medium?

B.L.: my mind tends to be lyrical and i therefore have an immediate connection to the medium of poetry and prose. i find i get the most fulfillment out of it because i am able to essentially breathe my heart onto the page.

STSG:Where do you…

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Famous Poet: Banjo Paterson

Andrew Barton “Banjo” Paterson: (17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941)
Banjo Paterson was an Australian bush poet, journalist and author. He wrote many ballads and poems about Australian life, focusing particularly on the rural and outback areas, including the district around Binalong, New South Wales, where he spent much of his childhood. Paterson’s more notable poems include “Waltzing Matilda”, “The Man from Snowy River” and “Clancy of the Overflow”.
 # Some of my Favourites by Banjo Paterson pieces:

Behind the scences

The actor struts his little hour,
Between the limelight and the band;
The public feel the actor’s power,
Yet nothing do they understand
Of all the touches here and there
That make or mar the actor’s part,
They never see, beneath the glare,
The artist striving after art.
To them it seems a labour slight
Where nought of study intervenes;
You see it in another light
When once you’ve been behind the scenes.
For though the actor at his best
Is, like a poet, born not made,
He still must study with a zest
And practise hard to learn his trade.
So, whether on the actor’s form
The stately robes of Hamlet sit,
Or as Macbeth he rave and storm,
Or plays burlesque to please the pit,
‘Tis each and all a work of art,
That constant care and practice means–
The actor who creates a part
Has done his work behind the scenes.

Sunrise on the Coast

Grey dawn on the sand-hills — the night wind has drifted
All night from the rollers a scent of the sea;
With the dawn the grey fog his battalions has lifted,
At the call of the morning they scatter and flee.
Like mariners calling the roll of their number
The sea-fowl put out to the infinite deep.
And far over-head — sinking softly to slumber —
Worn out by their watching, the stars fall asleep.
To eastward, where resteth the dome of the skies on
The sea-line, stirs softly the curtain of night;
And far from behind the enshrouded horizon
Comes the voice of a God saying “Let there be light.”
And lo, there is light! Evanescent and tender,
It glows ruby-red where ’twas now ashen-grey;
And purple and scarlet and gold in its splendour —
Behold, ’tis that marvel, the birth of a day!

Old Man Platypus

Far from the trouble and toil of town,
Where the reed beds sweep and shiver,
Look at a fragment of velvet brown —
Old Man Platypus drifting down,
Drifting along the river.
And he plays and dives in the river bends
In a style that is most elusive;
With few relations and fewer friends,
For Old Man Platypus descends
From a family most exclusive.
He shares his burrow beneath the bank
With his wife and his son and daughter
At the roots of the reeds and the grasses rank;
And the bubbles show where our hero sank
To its entrance under water.
Safe in their burrow below the falls
They live in a world of wonder,
Where no one visits and no one calls,
They sleep like little brown billiard balls
With their beaks tucked neatly under.
And he talks in a deep unfriendly growl
As he goes on his journey lonely;
For he’s no relation to fish nor fowl,
Nor to bird nor beast, nor to horned owl;
In fact, he’s the one and only!
~ @~

Waltzing Matilda

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah-tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?”
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?”
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong:
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker-bag,
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker-bag,
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”
Up rode a squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred;
Down came the troopers, one, two, three:
“Who’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker-bag?
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Who’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker-bag?
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!”
Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong;
“You’ll never catch me alive!” said he;
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!”
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!

Some Favourite Blogs ~ Writers, Poets, Artists and S’more


Writers, Poets & Artists:

# Benjamin Prewitt | Artist & Poet.

# Kat Bastion | Author of Poetry & Paranormal Romance.

# P J Bayliss | Author of Poetry & Erotica.

# Amanda Carrington | Author.

# CG Berry | Author.

# Thomas Snow | Author of Poetry & Stories.

# Charming Man Author of Erotica.

  • Author – Mid Air Collusion | Beach Encounter | Night Vision | Ariana
  • Blog –
  • Twitter –  @charmingxman

# Mark Davis | Author of Erotica.

# Cameron Lincoln | Author of Romance & Erotica.

# Lisa Fulham | Author of Contemporary Romance.

# Chris Kuhn | Author of Romance.

  • Author – The Muse Unlocked
  • Twittwe – @ChrisKuhnAuthor
  • Facebook – Chris Kuhn Author

# Genevieve Dewey | Author of Contemporary Fiction & Romance.

  • Author – The Downy Series | The Bird Day Battalion | The V-Day Aversion
  • Blog –\
  • Twitter – @GenevieveDewey

# Penelope Jones | Author of Erotica & Poetry.

  • Author – Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath | The Babysitter Extradinaire I & II| The Exception: an external kiss | The Adventures of Little Miss Notoriety
  • Blog – Little bit of Nice and a Whole lot of Naughty! |
  • Twitter – @Penelope_Prose @The_Bad_Penny

# Robert India | Author of Erotica.

  • Author – Femme Fatale | Svetlana in Heels | Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player
  • Blog –
  • Twitter – @eroticrobert

# BL Ronan | Author of Poetry.

# Steve Richards | Author of Poetry & Prose.

# Tammy Louise Wilkins | Author of Poetry & Aspiring Writer.

# Deidre Meyrick | Poet & Aspiring Author.

# Kat Fraser | Poet & Aspiring Author.

# Katrina Storey | Poet & Aspiring Author.

# Karen M. Hanks | Aspiring Author.

# John Christian | Writer for Literotica.




# Darwin Blake | Poet.

  • Blog | The Poems, Prose and Musings of Mr Darwin Blake.
  • Twitter – @DarwinBlake

# Caroline Juliette | Poet.

# SJ Warner | Writer & Poet.

# Megan Kay | Poet.

# SA MacNeil | Poet.

# Justin Case | Poet.

# Joseph McNamara | Writer & Poet.

# Gem Derbyshire | Author of Poetry.

#Mr Insatiable | Poet.

# Poetic Passions | Poet.

# Bloodmoon | Poet.

  • Twitter – @Red_Sekhmet

# AM Harding | Writer.



Brilliant Blogs:

# Amelia Oesmani

# Gel Mariano

# Joan Gillen | The Adventures of Pink Bonnet Girl.


Words on Famous Poet: Alexander Pushkin..


(Born 1799 ~ Died 1837)

I looked after a lady in the UK for nearly three years who had “Dementia“. She had led an amazing life ~ she was from Russia and of Jewish decent. She was born in the early 1900’s and life in Russia at that time was full of dangerous times!

The Country had been through a Revolution against the last Tzar of Russia, then Lenin formed a new Government – till he died a few years later, when Stalin then came in power by 1924.

So Esther fled the country and ended up in Germany. There she met & became friends with Albert Einstein. He took her under his wing and helped get her to England, as Germany was also in the a early stages of unrest with Hilter & The Nazi Regime rising through the ranks.

 In thoughs times a young lady had to be recommended to be accepted into English Society and Einstein had placed her with a family of Academics who were also Jewish. This is where she then met and married her future husband, who became a Doctor/ Scientist.

In her life time she wrote several books on her early years in Russia and also translated a Book of Poems by some Russian Poets.

When I finished working for the family they gave me a signed copy of her book “Poems from the Russian”  – so that was how I came to enjoy Alexander Pushkin’s works!!!



A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents, Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.



The wondrous moment of our meeting . . .
I well remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty’s angel pure and clear.

In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.

Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.

My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet —
Dull fence around, dark vault above —
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.

Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty’s angel pure and clear.

In ecstasy the heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.



The cold winds are still blowing
And carrying the morning frost.
The first little flowers
Have just appeared through the spring thaw holes,
As though from some miraculous, waxy kingdom,
The first bee has flown out
Of its fragrant honeyed cell,
Flying among the early flowers
To explore the red spring a bit.
Will my dear guest be here soon?
Will the meadows soon turn green?
Will the sticky little leaves
Soon blossom from the fleecy birch?
Will the fragrant chokecherry bloom?



While still Apollo isn’t demanding
Bard at the sacred sacrifice,
Through troubles of the worldly muddling
He wretchedly and blindly shuffles;
His holly lyre is quite silent;
His soul’s in the sleeping, soft,
And mid the dwarves of the world-giant,
He, perhaps, is the shortest dwarf.

But when a word of god’s commands,
Touches his ear, always attentive,
It starts – the heart of the Bard native –
As a waked eagle ever starts.
He’s sad in earthly frolics, idle,
Avoids folks’ gossips, always spread,
At feet of the all-peoples’ idol
He does not bend his proud head;
He runs – the wild, severe, stunned,
Full of confusion, full of noise –
To the deserted waters’ shores,
To woods, widespread and humming loud…



In my youth’s years, she loved me, I am sure.
The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure
And harked to me with smile — without speed,
Along the ringing holes of the reed,
I got to play with my non-artful fingers
The peaceful songs of Phrygian village singers,
And the important hymns, that gods to mortals bade.
From morn till night in oaks’ silent shade
I diligently harked to the mysterious virgin;
Rewarding me, by chance, for any good decision,
And taking locks aside of the enchanting face,
She sometimes took from me the flute, such commonplace.
The reed became alive in consecrated breathing
And filled the heart with holiness unceasing.



My talisman, pray, be my guard,
In days of strongest agitation,
Of prosecution, lamentation:
The day, I’ve owned you, was hard.

When the ocean will ride,
Around me the rolls in ire,
When clouds will be set in fire,
My talisman, pray, be my guard.

In life with homeland apart,
In peaceful being’s boring rattle,
In trouble of a flame of battle,
My talisman, pray, be my guard.

Illusion, sanctified and bright,
My soul’s light and consolation
It chanced to be adulteration —
My talisman, pray, be my guard.

So, let the wounds of my poor heart
Will not be touched be recollection,
Farewell my hope, sleep attraction,
My talisman, pray, be my guard.



The last one of clouds of scattered a tempest,
Just single you’re flying in azure, the prettiest,
Just single you’re bringing the sorrowful shade,
Just single you’re saddening day that is glad.

In nearest past, you were storming skies, mighty,
And were quite enwind by the powerful lightning,
And you were the womb for divine thunders birth,
And quenching with rain the insatiable earth.

Enough, now vanish! Your time is not endless –
The earth is refreshed and away gone the tempest;
And now the wind, fondling leaves of the trees,
With pleasure is driving you out the sky bliss.



The flower, very dry and scentless,
I see in the forgotten book;
And now, with the strangest fancies,
Is filled my soul’s every nook.

Where and in which spring was it grown?
And how long? By whom was cut?
By a hand known or unknown?
And why was put this page behind?

To the recall of the love-talking,
Or separation forced by fate,
Or quiet and alone walking
In the fields’ silence and woods’ shade?

Is he alive? And his sweet lady?
And where is now their little nook?
Or maybe they had both faded,
Like this strange flower in this book?



My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night’s mantle,
By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard,
Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood —
And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone,
And in the dark, your eyes shine like the precious stones,
And smile to me, and hear I the voice:
My friend, my sweetest friend… I love… I’m yours… I’m yours!