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Books
by
Angela Greenfield
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Foreword with inspirational quote:
"If the wind will not serve, take to the oars."
-- Latin Proverb
List of Chapters
Prologue
Words upon words written in paragraphs. Prose style bets as the best style. Words satiate your curiosity. Words carry meanings . . . not always literal!
Most books harvest seasons of knowledge. Other books dim your brain while dimming your destiny.
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Some books print their messages in black and white. Other books scribble their words in red, white and blue.
Books never crash, books can only burn. Each book whispers its message.
Epilogue
Author Bio
The children came late, at the end
among the bodies, naked, stripped
the corpses starting to distend
with gaping wounds where swords had ripped
and hacked to recognitions fall.
Their foes had taken life and gold;
the wives to stricken poor to pall
these men whose lives were dearly sold.
The children came, as did the rats,
the cawing crows, the hungry dogs,
the ever-present feral cats,
and fat pink grunting, rutting hogs.
They came to scavenge what was left
upon this greenfield butcher's block
and what they took was not the theft
it is those who lead should be in dock.
Philippine dwarf sunflowers
Beautiful, swarming all the way
A walk to go nicely looking
The flower seeds that was cast away
Now scattered blooming without end
Among the rocky greenfield
As far as eyes can see smiling
Noonday hot yellows swayed by the wind
Just beneath my knees kissing my skin
Below my gaze too many suns waving as I passed by
Much more so seen now at flower shop in jars and vases
Adorning all eye to muster passion and beauty
Hoping someone to buy it or leave it.
Born in Greenfield Park, 89 years ago
Across the St Lawrence River from Montreal
Feel nostalgic
Last day tragic
The end to an amazing (hopefully) 89 years
Grandiose greenfield
Vegetable yield
Our life that held.
The round ball
I´m stunned
by the fanatics of football
One country is in deep mourning
the winning country is jubilant.
This sport has become big business
A battle of the boardroom.
Buying and selling.
The Exploitation of the gullible.
The football is round.
However, wins one can be sure
the public is the loser.
The round leather ball on a greenfield
has replaced our religions
I wonder what Yung would have made out of this?
The sound of the pouring rain
Creates voices that explain
Why water lets greenfield gain.
*Image of Horses Nature by Pixabay.
Some Paradise Where Horses Go
"Somewhere, somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go"
~~by Stanley Harrison
Where linger they midst verdant green,
Brung more to this a simple scene,
Placate the calm as horses still,
A light breeze whisk a daffodil,
They frolic and roam when they need,
Rivers and greenfield be their meed,
Tameless breed in their happy realm,
Where their faithful kind steer their helm,
Grazing the countries hills and vales,
An opened book for living tales,
In posing splendor statuesque,
Trail thoughts endeavor picturesque,
Calls of horses in nature pause,
Within its wake of emptied stalls,
Romp free and wild in blithe courses,
A paradise for all horses.
2020 March 07
*3rd Place*
Some Paradise Where Horses Go
~~Michelle Faulkner: Judged 2020 April 20
A-ffair in fifteenth September is held beginning at dawn;
L-ife's loneliness once felt is now really over and gone.
M-oments in fifteenth September
A-re truly rapture-filled;
N-ew dawn lights the meadow
A-s well as the nearby greenfield.
L-eaves in fifteenth September
A-re swaying in pure delight;
N-ice dance across the floor
S-teals the chill of the night.
A-nother great eventful day gets more and more brighter;
N-ever ignore to enjoy the affair in fifteenth September.
under the blue sky
greenfield blooms
with radiant flowers.
*picture 5*
You were one of the best,
but now we lay you here to rest.
We will never forget you
like you never forget us, too.
There's too much to say about you.
A million words will never do.
Now here you are to stay.
As our lives go on their way,
you took heaven's highway.
We hope one day to join you
when our work here is through.
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