My first Poetry Collection – by F. E. Feeley jr.

Since I love F. E. Feeley jr.’s books, his poems who he publishes on his blog, I am taking the chance to inform as many people as I can that this talented writer and poet has published a poetry collection. I’m sooooo going to get that!!

F.E.Feeley Jr

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I am proud to present to you a collection of poetry I put together over the past 2 years. My poetry, like my other writing, is informed by life experiences, memories, seasons, or by things I’ve observed about the intrinsic beauty and complicated nature of humanity.
For a very long time – having been raised in fundamentalism – I believed there wasn’t much about humanity that gave it worth. However, through the act of creating art, I have discovered that simply isn’t the case.
In a few short years, I have discovered love, regained my faith in God, and most importantly, regained my faith in my fellow human beings.
I also discovered that the things that attract us to a person aren’t the same things that make us stay. Often times it’s our imperfections that are the most endearing qualities that we possess. I believe God regards us the same…

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Winter Solstice (Child of the Moon)

I herewith present you an amazing poem, written by F. E. Feeley jr. which has impressed me very much.
F. E. Feeley jr. is not only an excellent poet but a very gifted author too!

F.E.Feeley Jr

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I am a child of the moon
I come to the window clad in my pajama bottoms
teddy bear dragging along the floor with me
and i stare out into a wintry scene
from the second floor

All is still in the world of white
the sky is purple and dark
and the moon is out full and heavy
and the snow burns in celestial light

A heating register begins to hum
it’s warm wind wrapping around me like a prayer
I raise my hand and touch the glass
feeling the cold radiate through me
up my arm and into my heart

Below, a stag has wandered into view
noble, white chested, chestnut body 10 points easy
his delicate feet and easy stride
leaving imprints on the once unbroken sea of white lawn

He raises his nose, looks this way and that
and comes even closer to…

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A Peek Back Into Our Past

When I think back into the time

of me as teenage-girl right in her prime

the telephone it had a dial,

you couldn’t pull it for a mile because the cable was in style.

Internet we did never see, we were outside with our injured knee.

We played, we ran and we have kicked,

ice cream was from us all licked,

and friends not only simply clicked.

We loved to read the Tolkien Orc and had pinboards out of cork

we pinned there photo jam, this was our Instagram.

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We were not tattooed if you had checked,

we never found any cars we wrecked

never any walls we specked

but if we had them ever flecked, at least the spelling was correct.

Ebay didn’t yet exist, but our trash-day wasn’t missed.

Amazon was analogue

and named “Sears” as catalogue.

Singing and running was ‘in vogue’.

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New pairs of jeans they did look new

no hint of undies, no slightest clue,

mine everyone just sure could tell

was the one with the small bell.

Yellow were the bathroom walls, if you didn’t have brown stalls

of brightness we kids had our share, to survive we put some stickers there.

‘Spin the bottle’ and grapevine and then the words ‘will you be mine’,

It sounds funny, but it’s true, no Match.com, we still got through.

Smoothie was called apple sauce, YouTube was an unknown loss

and please, don’t go and make a face, Pokémon was paper chase.

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2017)

 

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Winter Is Approaching

The air is cold, the trees are naked, people run around and sneeze

the ground is hard, the leaves are fallen, the wind howls worse than just a breeze.

After autumn coolness, wet streets common. skies a leaden gray they are

We feel the fourth season fast approaching, winter isn’t anymore that far.

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The only thing we are awaiting, is the white, we want it swift,

soft white flakes that cover brown ground, a blanket, like a gift.

Some time far away, in past and future, spring was and will be, that we know

but at this moment what we wish for, is our long awaited snow.

**

Christmas time is around the corner, we’re looking forward to the Holiday,

but part of it is winter snow in which we all just love the play.

Please, clouds, give us the snowflakes we’re long already waiting for

allow the clouds to cover nature, ground, and plants, and so much more.

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Nature, it will go to sleep, during winter, the cold and freezing time

while snow will cover, all year’s leftovers, the dirt, the wet and also grime.

In spring the world will be awaking, prepared to grow to play and toy

but when there’s snow in winter, there’s no reason, why we cannot enjoy.

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Enjoy the cold and play the snow, go to sled, to ski, go skate the ice,

accept the moment, be yourself, winter will be over in just a trice.

Live in the here and in the present, build a snowman on your lawn

In a handful moments you’ll think back and today’s winter will be gone.

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2017)

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The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

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Christmas time, starting the last month of the year

we should think of loved ones, close to us and dear.

We’re supposed to be reflecting our life and heart

and should be planning to be together rather than apart.

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We should be thinking of what time of the year we’re in

how we acted and behaved, what kind of person we have been.

We should be thinking of the ones who don’t have what we all do

should be trying to support and be helpful, honest and true.

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And still we don’t, we’re stressing over things like a gift

everything needs to be done, fast and quick and swift.

But isn’t time more precious to the ones we love?

More important is, that’s what I think, a prayer to above.

**

What is the day we celebrate December twenty-fifth,

The birth of a man who truly lived and still ain’t  more than myth.

It seems we keep forgetting the bells that day will chime

the end of this wonderful, divine and reflective time.

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It’s Christmas time, smiles and laughter, a good word, a song

should be in our heart, in our soul soft and still strong.

Enjoy the time, reflect your thoughts on that what’s real and true

inside yourself, be the best you are and you can be, simply, just be you.

*****

 

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2017)

 

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“Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won’t make it ‘white’.”
— Bing Crosby —

 

When I Was Young And Green (Fall Poem)

There was a time, eons ago

when I was tiny, ready to grow.

First, I was a bud, hidden and brown

but ready to wear a bright green gown.

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Not long after one could see

I was growing, breaking free

of my dark coat, ready to stun

and stretching out towards the sun.

**

I grew, my veins were clearly shown

wet of rain, even windblown

I was strong, healthy and lean

and my brand new skin was of bright green.

**

Summer sun, heat and shower,

no matter what’s the natures power

couldn’t break me or inflict sprain

I held on through smile and pain.

**

But suddenly, I didn’t know

my coat had lost it’s greenish glow.

without I ever had been said

it turned from green into a red.

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I felt I got weaker by the day

like getting older no joke, no play.

I already saw my siblings fall

and I’m scared to hear my own last call.

**

It’s already hard holding on

through night and day until the dawn.

hosts thick coat has badly thinned

And I’ll be lost – a falling leave in autumn wind.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, October 2017) 

 

 

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3rd Halloween-Poem Contest

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It is a great pleasure for me to announce the

3rd Halloween-Poem Contest

on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.
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Every author and poet are invited to participate and deliver a “Halloween-Poem” to my email address: aurorajean.alexander@aol.com, together with their picture.

There are a few rules to follow:

  1. Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  2. Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  3. Your poem has to be delivered to my email address until Halloween, October 31, 2017, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
  4. Please avoid violence, bad language, and sexual content within the poems. It would be disqualified.

 

Every poem that meets the rules and is delivered within the deadline will be published here on “Writer’s Treasure Chest” together with the provided picture.

 

End of this month I will introduce this years jury members to you. I am very proud that these authors agreed to be part of our contest.

 

The contest starts October 10, 2017 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2017 09.00 pm Central Standard Time!!

 

Please, deliver your poem and your picture to my email address within this time frame, neither earlier, nor later. Poems arriving outside these 3 weeks will be disqualified.

 

aurorajean.alexander@aol.com

 

We’re looking forward to your poems!

 

A. J. Alexander