A Vampire Poem
What the heck,
I’ll bite your neck.
I watch for the moonrise,
The fire in your canine eyes,
Your transformation and your lies,
Then you eat him and he dies.
I’m been so out of it (as you can tell from the poetry here) that I didn’t realize that April is National Poetry Month. So celebrate and read poetry or write it or listen to somebody else reading it.
My well known thoughts on poetry:
A need you dare not admit. Poetry on a Vampire Mom blog? Why? I’ll tell you.
People won’t admit they read poetry and are moved by it…but late at night they go on the Internet and search it out. It is like pornography. I’m dead serious (no pun intended). It is a need that most people will not dare admit to.
It isn’t a good time for me to expound upon the history of poetry or what caused the American population (among others) claim not to like poets. But I would like to remind everyone, especially those of us who can remember the past several centuries that there was a time that poets were the Rock Stars of our culture.
Sometimes I pull out my old volumes of favorites and read in the quiet of the night or on a rain soaked day. In turn, I also look for the new. I marvel at the many voices I see with poetry on the Internet.
Part of me believes technology with recorded music, radio, TV etc maybe brought an end to the poet as a popular icon. But in turn the Internet, yes the Internet has brought poetry back to life.
I see in the online communities poets being read, not ignored. I don’t read those words online “I don’t like poetry.” I see people who NEVER would read a poem, forwarding poetry to their friends and loved ones.
Poetry is a gift to the soul. Poetry is for everyone. Everyone needs poetry, like a vampire needs blood, like a hawk needs to fly, like a fish needs to swim. I know that wasn’t very poetic but you get the point – I hope.
Your assignment today is to READ, SAVOR and SHARE poetry with someone you love.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Something that is NOT poetic is MS aka Multiple Sclerosis
Multiple sclerosis (MS) is an unpredictable, often disabling disease of the central nervous system. It is also more common than you think. There are 200K to 3M cases in the Untied States per year.
In honor of our friends and writers who have MS all proceeds of the WPaD Anthologies go to MS research.
Just think, by buying and reading these fantastic poetry and short story anthologies you can help so many. And the books are cheap. I mean really cheap. Like under $5 cheap for the electronic versions.
You’ll thank me for it later because you’ll like these books so much.
From the WPaD page (wpad.weebly.com)
We are Writers, Poets and Deviants, AKA WPaD.
We are an independent publishing group made up of writers who collaborate on thematic anthologies to raise funds for MS research.
We meet on the internet to share ideas and challenge ourselves to write in different genres. The stories and poetry we compose are compiled into books, which are sold to help raise funds in support of group members who live with MS.
To date, WPaD has published six books. The seventh, our second horror collection, is scheduled for release in 2015.
Books by WPaD:
Goin’ Extinct (apocalyptic ~ published in 2014)
Tinsel Tales (holiday ~ published in 2013)
Dragons and Dreams (fantasy ~ published in 2013)
Passion’s Prisms (romance ~ published in 2013)
Creepies (horror ~ published in 2012)
Nocturnal Desires (erotica ~ published in 2012)
Coming in 2015:
Creepies 2 (horror)
Writers who donate stories and poetry to our anthologies do not receive payment, but they do retain all rights to those works so that they are free to publish them elsewhere in any way they wish.
Authors whose submissions are accepted for publication grant permission for WPaD to ‘borrow’ their pieces for publication in one book only, unless otherwise agreed.
Go to Amazon.com or other fine online booksellers to find these books – available in electronic and paperback versions.