All posts filed under: Poetry

Book Review ~ The Thing With Feathers By Anne Sweazy-Kulju

About The Book As the inhabitants of Cloverdale, Oregon, welcomed in the twentieth century, they were not unaccustomed to hard times and thorny situations. Small communities banded together for protection and hope. Heroes and villains were often difficult to decipher. When an itinerate Baptist preacher arrived with his baby daughter and a wife lost on the trail, there was no one prepared to suspect what lurid secrets and heartbreak he might be concealing. As the preacher sets his sights against those who might oppose him, the names and the lives of the good people of Cloverdale may not be spared. Yet in the midst of the machinations of a mad man, virtue and valor can persist. The Thing With Feathers is known to fly through wars, depressions, and natural disasters. Will the Marshall clan and the good people of Cloverdale find it in time? Category Christian/Fiction/Adult Genre Historical/General Fiction Rating 5 Stars Review A truly heartrending story that inspires hope, The Thing With Feathers was written with a softness that is incredulously brilliant, andwith a …

Sunny Sunday Poetry ~ Good

Lord, God, Your ways are always Good They are delicious like sumptuous Food I’m humbled that our relationship is as Brotherhood Always, between us, there’s an easy Mood Yet, You’re my Father, King–I’ve Understood So may my life be pleasing as gold, and not dead Wood And my faith shine so bright as it’s always Stood. This post is also on facebook. To read the Savvy Saturday Weekly Paper, go here.

Sunny Sunday Poetry Special Feature ~ Jacob’s Soliloquy & Grace Race (To Die Once, Part 7&8)

Unfortunately, I couldn’t post a special poetry feature last Sunday, so I’m lumping the two poems in this post. I apologize for that! I decided it would be nice to write a poem for Jacob, one of the secondary characters in To Die Once. I thought it would add flavor to the poetry series hearing his reasons for his actions poetry style. Here it goes! ~Jacob’s Soliloquy~ How do I get it Right? I won’t give up the Fight Or let my prey out of Sight It is the only way to Light   I will sink hard with a mean Bite When I get him in the right Site Whether it’s a million or a Mite I’ll secure it with any Rite   I dream of a home that’s a Loft With cushions, settees—round and Soft One that’ll make me feel like I’m Loft Whatever the cost, I’ll pay—hard or Soft   ~The Grace Race~ Tis the season for Grace So get in the Race In line with God’s Pace And be laced with …

Sunny Sunday Poetry Special Feature ~ Chidi’s Psalm (To Die Once, Part 6) & The Giveaway Winners!

Hello Friends! Hope you had a lovely weekend? Mine was quite eventful. Whoever said being a published author is easy pie? No, it’s not! Anyway, in case you haven’t heard, To Die Once is now available on Amazon. Readers, I would truly love to hear from you if you’re interested in contacting me! And now, on to the reason for this post. Today, I’m presenting to you Chidi’s Psalm. I call it a psalm because Chidi tells the story from her point of view as a story/song/prayer. I love it!–because it depicts her character on a deeper level. Here it is! What do you do when you find it’s winter And the hurt on your finger was caused by a splinter It seemed small, but it left a huge damage litter Because like gold, it shone with a brilliant glitter I have a friend–her joy I’d never hinder Or cause to fall to pieces like cinder It is my hope she receives true love that’s tender Jenny, my friend, trust me I’m no offender You …

Sunny Sunday Poetry Special Feature ~ Stefano’s Narrative (To Die Once, Part 5)

Folks! It’s the fourth Sunday of the blog tour, and I’m always excited when I have to release another special feature poem! This time, it’s the story of To Die Once from Stefano’s point of view. Sit back and enjoy! For the reviewers who have read the book, they’ll surely understand each poem. Feel free to let me know your thoughts on it, and readers, you can join the fun by following the twitter hash tag #ToDieOnce. There’s a wealth of conversation there! Don’t miss it! First Lost, then found, I see the morning Bright This goodness shown to me by God’s own Light Was not because I was wise or clever with Foresight Or because of anything I’d ever done Right My hope soars so high like a Kite And I pray my past wouldn’t come and Bite— –Me in the back or play like a Cite As joy remains my peace’s Site I’ve traveled so far to the ranch to Camp –A place called home so I can put away the Damp I’m …