Contest.

http://www.silverdaggertours.com/sdsxx-tours/moon-dance-book-tour-and-giveaway

MY HEART.

My Heart.

My heart is broken on the tides that bend

And fade like the Sixtieth Chapel.

I found the name on the back of a package

Of cigars late one evening after work,

After my boss yelled at me and told me I

Should quit.

I wanted to quit before I began.

I wanted to work till time could end. 

Things are situated at home.  I didn’t know

I could make it this far,

That I could last this long,

Working day and night without a hope

In the world.

My boss said I should quit.

I didn’t want to quit when I’ve come this far,

But I wanted to stay at home.

So I stay at home at night and work all day

Like a tired old man who never gets any sleep,

Who never gets to play,

Who never gets drunk.

Then I became a drunken sailor and

Everything changed.

SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT.

Shadows of the Night

Shadows fade and bend like stones.

I am here and I am gone.

I am withered like a vine.

The day and night wind down.

Tomorrow is just a wicked curse.

I have wanted and withered in wear.

Everything is burdened by my harpoon.

Shadows move again against the tide.

Night and day are my friends.

The moon is a silver tray above me.

I am adhering to the special tails of blue.

A coon walks over my patio furniture,

Looking for its meal.

Tender is the night.

Tender is the night that’s mine.

I have faded to none so fast as yesterday.

I wasn’t quite so harsh as the sky.

You are gone.  The night is not.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Some books are better left on the shelf.

I am gone and I am not.

The night is bitter as it is real.

A Poem For a Contest (but it was rejected).

Writing a verse is such a curse,

I don’t think that anything could be worse,

I try to rhyme and take my time,

But all it ends up is slime. 

Don’t tell me to try and try again,

When rhyming has not been my friend,

I especially forget to spell two, too, or to,

This is making me feel blue.

So reading my work is up to you,

I don’t know how I’m going to get through,

This day or the next or the next again,

When trying to rhyme seems never to end.

THE OCEAN.

Ocean

The ocean is a sea of blue

Stars that sits and waits

For someone to swim

In it

Then when they do

The water rolls

And thunders

And the sky seems

To melt into it

Like molten lava

The ocean is whatever

You want it to be

But only when the

Waves recede. 

A link and a contest........

http://www.silverdaggertours.com/sdsxx-tours/montana-mountain-romances-book-tour-and-giveaway

A Synopsis for my novel............

THE SHAPESHIFTER WORLD: 

ATLANTIS AND THE SHAPESHIFTERS

by Apryl Fox

            This novel takes place in the year 2145 and is about Brook, an average human who goes to work and comes home to a lonesome apartment only to be whisked to Atlantis by an extraordinarily handsome shapeshifter who just so happens to hold the key to saving both Atlantis-and the home in which his woman is from. 

            The shapeshifter’s name is Raul, but that was not the first being Brook has met before.  She met her first shapeshifter while in South Africa with her best friend, Darin, whose she’s had a tumultuous relationship with ever since the beginning.  She’s had her ups and downs with him but when he asked her to come on a free vacation with him to South Africa, she had to say yes-which was where the entire story of the shapeshifter saga begins.

            While returning home to the United States, Brook encounters a shapeshifter loitering outside her apartment and instead of calling the police, she calls the only person she trusts-Darin.

Before anything can be done about the shapeshifter, however, a mysterious pendant whisks Brook and the shapeshifter to a mystical dimension called Atlantis, which is exactly the replica of Atlantis if it were to exist today.

            There, she finds herself in a virtual reality tank that shows her the end of Atlantis, and Raul, who she has a close connection with, has to search for the legendary Elder known as Will to confirm his suspicions that it was indeed a vision and not something else hidden in her brain or the virtual tank itself.  But what she hasn’t counted on when she returns to Earth is that Darin has done whatever he can to find her, including alerting the military about her shapeshifter friends, who are now being rounded up and killed by the millions.  She blames herself, and instead of encountering Darin on his decision, she runs away from them both in order to save Atlantis, the shapeshifter world, and Earth, from complete and utter destruction.

Like Stars.

Like Stars

Bitterness of the night

Lit like stars

Shadows of my eyes

Fallen from afar

I dream of a place where I

Can dance on the water

Skate like a water bug

Flashing quick as lightning

Bouncing from one moonlit

Night to the next

Wishing for a place

A place of peace

Where I can dance

And wait for my prince.

This place is here

Where I am

Where I stand

On a moonlit night

Wading in the water like

A water bug

Zipping back and forth

My eyes bouncing like

Stars.

Love Life.

Love Life

Some people say I’m fat

But I don’t call it that.

I call myself oblong

Or maybe perpendicular.

I don’t know what else to call

Myself because my mother

Named me.

She did so, I’m not lyin,’

It was about thirty-eight years ago,

When she was layin’ in that hospital

Room, lookin’ at them purple curtains

And thinkin’ of a name for me.

I don’t think I’m fat.

It’s just who I am.

I love my food.

I love my life.

It’s just who I am.

Same Size and a Squished Flower.

Same Size and a Squished Flower

Bouncing off the walls like

A jumping jack because I am so big

My body fills the entire house

Actually I am bigger than the house

I just like to pretend that the house

And I are the same size

So I won’t feel bad

You know people of bigger sizes

Have feelings too we don’t squish

Them like we squish other things

Like once I squished a flower because

I accidently stepped on it because I couldn’t

See my feet

And I looked down and low and behold!

There it was!

A squished flower

It made me feel bad because I like flowers

I even have one in my vase and it makes

Me feel good

Kinda like I have something to look forward

To look at each and every day

A flower something so delicate so precious

Like each and every person