Monday, November 23, 2015

Magical Holiday Book Giveaway





Sunday, November 22, 2015

OCEAN DEEP



OCEAN DEEP

Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,
Filled with creatures swimming free.
A harmony of constant movement,
Following the slow tempo of the deep.


CHANDELIER


CRYSTAL CHANDELIERCrystal chandelier of mine.How you do sparkle and shine.Bringing back memories long goneWhen life hadn’t been so far gone.Remember the parties we used to host?Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.Music and laughter were the rules of the day.But now all that are left are the bills to pay.
CRYSTAL CHANDELIER
Crystal chandelier of mine.
How you do sparkle and shine.
Bringing back memories long gone
When life hadn’t been so far gone.
Remember the parties we used to host?
Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.
Music and laughter were the rules of the day.
But now all that are left are the bills to pay.

THE DEAD ARE COMING









February 24, 2015 
Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase 
A beachfront town, a haunted mansion, people disappearing or turning up dead–these are the elements of gothic horror, but this unique novel has a more than a few twists. The writing is first-rate,  and the pace is fast. The characters are well-defined, and the plot is imaginative and unpredictable. Linda, Shana, Logan, Todd and others are plagued by the town’s original residents, old family secrets, and more. All kinds of paranormal manifestations  beset the characters. Poe and H.P. Lovecraft would have been proud to have written this novel. From an opulent mansion to a paranormal haunted horror, End House takes the town of Oasis down a frightening path. The mysterious black paper invitations to a party at End House advertising ‘Mysteries to solve’ and ‘Games to Play’ took both the characters and this reader’s imagination on a fascinating journey (review by Howard Lipman, pen name PanOrpheus, author of the ‘Delphic Oracle’ and ‘Tesla’s Tower’ books)

THE LIGHTHOUSE


THE LIGHTHOUSE“Come back to me my sweet.Take a break from the heat.An afternoon in a cool retreat.We could make our own special heat.”The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.I hesitate before I walk inside.The small room is as dark as night.I begin to tremble with fright.Maybe I should leave this place.The door slams shut in my face.I hear the voice in the airTelling me, “what fair is fair.”I intruded on this secret roomAnd so I won’t be leaving too soon.


“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room
And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

THE BOOK



THE BOOKPlease take a closer look.Something’s wrong with this book.The words have come alive.Breaking free to survive.They are bursting forth with pride.Smoke is pouring out from inside.Words need to be loved and sharedAnd not forced alone and scared.Let the stories come out and play.They will serve to brighten your day.



THE BOOK

Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive,
Breaking free to survive.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories come out and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

SOLITUDE


SOLITUDE








A rare commodity is solitude.It can be easily misunderstood.To be all alone with no one else around.You can do this in the air or on the ground.You can sail off in the blue sea,Or hop on a plane without me.We can all use some time alone.Without T.V. or telephone.Time to think about your goal.You will come back feeling whole.

SOLITUDE 



A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

A LITTLE COLOR



ADD A LITTLE COLOR







Add a little color to the picture.It won’t need to be still as a fixture. Add some flowers and some funUntil the picture is done.
Black and white might be good for some.I enjoy yellow like the sun.Other colors might work as wellAnd make the picture look as swell.
The painting could use strokes of brightness.It doesn’t need to dwell in such darkness.Take a step back to see your masterpiece.It will bring you much contentment and peace.

ADD A LITTLE COLOR 

Add a little color to the picture.
It won’t need to be still as a fixture. 
Add some flowers and some fun
Until the picture is done.

Black and white might be good for some.
I enjoy yellow like the sun.
Other colors might work as well
And make the picture look as swell.

The painting could use strokes of brightness.
It doesn’t need to dwell in such darkness.
Take a step back to see your masterpiece.
It will bring you much contentment and peace. 


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

MY SECRET



MY SECRET







Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.I want to look at water and not towers.Some color to brighten my day.A place where the birds come to play.I will walk to the end of the pier.I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.For I will only see fish swimming by.And not any monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.Whoever comes this way will be favored.I think it’s only prudent and fairTo share my secret with those who care.


MY SECRET 

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

Monday, November 16, 2015

DANGLING HORROR

DANGLING HORROR

It dangles before me.
A horror to be felt.
All consuming.
Almost tasted.
Walls closing in.
Becoming a coffin.
My fears circle round.
Waiting to be unleashed.
Darkness holds me in place.
Stiff as a corpse.
A tiny dot of light.
Showing me the way.
A peek at my tormentor.
A glimpse of hell.


TO BE OR NOT TO BE




TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 

WE ARE ONE!

Monuments around the world light up in France's colors in honor of the dozens killed and wounded in the Paris attacks Friday, Nov. 13, 2015.

WE ARE ONE!


WE ARE ONE!

Sunday, November 15, 2015

KILL ME NOW






killedtheinnocentpeople:Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL MEA walk through the woodsOn a sunny afternoon.What could go wrong?I am alone.It is growing darker.The wind begins to sigh and moan.Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.The leaves of the tall trees are rustling.Their rustling sounds grow louder.Are the trees moving on their own?The trees are coming alive!Alive with The Dead.Just kill me now.THE DEAD GAMEKindlehttp://amzn.to/1lKvMrPNookhttp://bit.ly/1lFdqNj






Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL ME NOW

A walk through the greenhouse
on a sunny afternoon.
Darkness soon falls on the dense copse of trees,
covering us with its inky shadow.
Rustling sounds echo from within the foliage,
followed by sighs and moans.
The trees begin moving,
their leaves striking us in a quick tempo.
We're surrounded.

Are the trees moving on their own?
The trees are coming alive!
Alive with The Dead.
Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

Saturday, November 14, 2015

NOT JUST FOR VAMPIRE LOVERS -- THE DEAD GAME


5 STAR REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME
 

Not just for Vampire Lovers - this book is for everyone 
 

ByPankaj Varma on April 2, 2015

 

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase 
 

Susanne
 Leist has a masterpiece in her very first book. This book has 
everything - mystery, suspense, romance, thrills by the minute, an 
idyllic setting, a vast character set who are all under the reader’s 
suspicion. A deftly written story that catches you by the throat and 
keeps you glued till the very last word. I strongly recommend this book. 
 




Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP



Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
5 STAR REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME
 

Not just for Vampire Lovers - this book is for everyone 
 

ByPankaj Varma on April 2, 2015

 

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase 
 

Susanne
 Leist has a masterpiece in her very first book. This book has 
everything - mystery, suspense, romance, thrills by the minute, an 
idyllic setting, a vast character set who are all under the reader’s 
suspicion. A deftly written story that catches you by the throat and 
keeps you glued till the very last word. I strongly recommend this book. 
 




Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP



Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
 





on April 2, 2015 
Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase 
Susanne Leist has a masterpiece in her very first book. This book has everything - mystery, suspense, romance, thrills by the minute, an idyllic setting, a vast character set who are all under the reader’s suspicion. A deftly written story that catches you by the throat and keeps you glued till the very last word. I strongly recommend this book. 


Thursday, November 12, 2015

BUDS OF HOPE



In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range. 
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what's real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I'll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.