Summer 2020

The sun burns hot, but there’s a breeze

in the yard I can hear the hum of the bees.

The ocean, it never is very far away

the sun is shining, here I want to stay.

**

Temperatures are hot, the air, it sings

We know already what the next day brings

more blue skies, more light and sun

Southern California is home and fun.

**

This summer things are different though

the danger is omnipresent, that we know.

But still, I need the sunshine and the air

I’ll go outside and I take care.

**

The sunsets still are so one-of-a-kind

I have a hard time to get them off my mind.

The colors, the clouds, and the palm trees

swaying in the summer breeze.

**

And even when the times are hard

when we are in crisis and hold up our guard

There’s still the beauty of nature to roam

outside our window, in our hearts, we call it home.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, July 2020)

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A Small Hunting Friend – A Riddle


I’m gorgeous, and I’m useful, colorful and small

even though my feet are short, I’m still good at brawl.

My main food is insects, small reptiles, mammals, and more

from carrion I keep away, I prefer a wider soar.

**

I’m unusually fast in moving, the wind carries me around

When I hunt, I’m very silent, but when I court, I make my sound.

I’m known to be quite talkative, my cry can be heard from far

to every student of ornithology, I’m a famous star.

**

We are migratory fowl, in fall we are moving South

we spend the winter in Central America where we live in routh.

Back home up north ’till Canada, we return to breed our young

we sing, we dance, and so we court, we all act as sprung.

**

We breed in caves, in old trees, and sometimes we use a nest

but to be honest, we don’t like to build, nestboxes are the best.

There we raise a couple youngsters, sometimes they’re also more

normal it is we have six babies, but rarely only four.

**

I mentioned we are useful to many farmers in the countryside

we hunt vermin, critters, insects on their ground from far and wide.

we protect the crop with what we eat and they love our call

That’s why they love us hunting there, even though we’re only small.

**

From Canada to Texas we are widely known and often seen

we’re not endangered, that is good, and we have never been.

I know it’s hard to guess my identity and that’s the game

That’s why I’ll tell you – American Kestrel – that’s my name.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2020)


 

Picture courtesy of: https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/american-kestrel

 

A Trace Of Danger In The Mountains – A Riddle


I am death on four paws

I have no smell and no race

My food is meat in the raws

I’m not betrayed by a trace.

**

I’m not in danger to go extinct

My color protects me in every case

I solely live on my own instinct

I have a territory, not a personal space.

**

I’m a silent lethal danger,

I’m always hidden and calm

I can’t be discovered by some stranger

when I approach you, say your last psalm.

**

My prey is often bigger than me

but I’m smart and I’m strong

Your size it can’t save you, you’d see

don’t believe to outrun me, you are dead wrong.

**

I do exist from Canada in the North

through the Americans all the way

in the Andes in the south and so forth

where I am I always find my prey.

**

I’m gorgeous and secret I sneak on silent sole,

respect me, I’m hidden and I don’t feel shame

I’m not by many names, but I’m no evil soul

Call me Moutain Lion, Puma or Cougar – and it is my name.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, February 2020)

Picture courtesy of ThePressDemocrat.com

 

Winter 2020

Gray it is, the sky above

what we need are scarf and glove.

Boots are a necessary thing

we can barely talk and sure not sing.

**

It’s wintertime, the world is white

a gush of wind feels like a bite.

Snow is falling, romantic to behold

but in truth it is heavy and cold.

**

Danger lies in the cold air

snow is wayward, that I swear.

cold and wet turns into ice

snow beauty comes with a high price.

**

Many people enjoy the glory in white

skiing, iceskating, snowboarding are right.

But carelessness turn into cries and moans

screams, tears and too often broken bones.

**

Avalanches, rockfalls, accidents and drives

every winter cost numerous lives.

Not many respect the white snow’s cold breath

as dangerous, uncontrollable death.

**

But if we’re careful and observe the line

we can read on the very next warning sign.

Then snow and winter, no matter what clime

can be to all of us, a wonderful time.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2019)

Picture courtesy of: https://www.yourhealth.net.au/

How To Help Stop Somebody Stealing Your Blog Posts – Written By Hugh W. Roberts

On Hugh’s Views and News I found an important blog post about how to help stop somebody stealing your blog posts. Thank you very much for all your efforts to help us bloggers! We really appreciate it!


I recently stumbled upon a blog where the author had copied and was using my blog posts. No pingbacks or mention that I was the original author, just plain copy and pasting of some of my posts and images. It left me feeling angry, yet I also felt honoured that my work must be good enough if somebody wanted to copy it.

Photo by Lukas on Pexels.com

Unfortunately, with the internet being such a vast and open space used by billions of people worldwide, the chances of that happening to any one of us who publishes anything on the internet is a distinct possibility. Whether it be photos, fiction, reviews, poetry, recipes or gardening tips, everything faces the chance of being copied and somebody else taking full credit for your hard work.

Read the entire blog post HERE

 

“FANGS” – By Larry Sells


This Halloween Poem is published on behalf of Larry sells and is not part of the Halloween Poem Contest, since Larry has already participated with another poem. But I like it very much and couldn’t resist to publish it with Larry’s permission. (Please be kind and respect Larry’s copyright!)


FANGS

The wind bites flesh with invisible fangs.
Blood flows making vampires hungry. They
Swope on their human prey sinking their
long fangs into their bare throats. Adults
and children scream their fear as they die
on the streets and sidewalks. The werewolves
won’t be denied, for they smell the blood flowing
from the victims onto the ground. A multitude
of howls fills the night announcing the arrival
of the werewolves. The crunching of bones
and the sounds of lapping of blood
from the streets, sidewalks, and grounds spread fear
among the people who were handing out candy
away from the doors and windows. They called the police
and watch their heroes eaten before their eyes. Blood soaked
torn uniforms littered the streets. Tears fill candy bowls
as hope dissolves as vampires and werewolves enter homes
to quench their growing appetite. Then, the moon turns
the color of silver announcing the end of the slaughter.
A black hole opens taking all of the werewolves and vampires.
The bodies turn to ashes and the wind blows them away.


Thank you very much to the poet, Larry Sells.

When Someone Has Already Written Your Book

Evie Gaughan writes about story ideas and that they might already have been written. Thank you for your very interesting and informative post, Evie!

Evie Gaughan

book_of_rose_flower_pink_soft_nature_hd-wallpaper-1562660‘There is no such thing as a new idea’, Mark Twain once wrote. Which is bad news for anyone trying to be original! But as he goes on to say, we can create new and endless numbers of new combinations. Still, what if you find that you keep coming up with ideas that have already been done? I’m reading a charming little book at the moment, ‘How To Fall In Love With A Man Who Lives In A Bush’, (quite easily, it seems, apparently Austrian men aren’t up to much) where the protagonist dreams of becoming an author. The only problem is that every story she comes up with has already been written …. by Charlotte Bronte or Stephen King!

It’s something of an occupational hazard for storytellers – even when it comes to choosing a title for your book. A quick search on Google will reveal that your…

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4 Legal Myths for Authors, Debunked…

On The Story Reading Ape’s blog I found a very important and informative article, written by Emmanuel Nataf, CEO and founder of Reedsy. He writes and informs about legal copyright myths for us authors. I think we should never underestimate the problems myths and wrong information can do to us writers and our work. That’s why I re-blogged this. Thank you, Chris and Emmanuel.

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

By Emmanuel Nataf  (Founder and CEO of Reedsy) 

on Write To Done site:

Think you know what to do to protect your intellectual property?

Think again.

The Internet’s spawned more than a couple of myths about copyright, creating widespread misunderstanding of author rights.

As authors, we care about our ideas and characters — and we want to protect them outside of our pages. That’s when copyright laws step in.

Here are four questions about copyright to which you want to know the answers right now, so that they don’t trip you up, even after you’ve written “The End.” (A/N: the below information applies only to the U.S. copyright system.)

Ready?

What is poor man’s copyright?

Poor man’s copyright is the ghost that just will not go away.

To wit, the idea is this: instead of registering your copyright with the U.S. Copyright Office, you can prove your copyright by mailing…

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