Summertime – Sunshine – Warmth

Finally, the time is here

a time awaited, full of fear.

Can we ever again reach

out to others at the beach?

**

But finally we are in luck

we’re loading car and also truck

It’s time again, we join the fun

enjoying water, warmth and sun.

**

We can dine-in without a strain

enjoy our friends and chat again.

Precautions, they are needed still

But all in all, life is a thrill.

**

Positivity and laughter can be seen

to swim and walk, I am too keen.

We waited too long, we thought it lost

But finally, we all can defrost.

**

Enjoy the warmth, enjoy the heat

go out, swim, meet friends and eat.

Time runs fast, and before in gear

you’ll read an autumn poem here.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2021)

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Author Spotlight – Pat Garcia

Please welcome Pat Garcia on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’. I’m very proud to have this wonderful author, poet, singer and friend on my blog, and I thank her so much for being my guest today.


Welcome!

Please introduce yourself?

I am Pat Garcia. That’s my pen name. I write fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and Lyrics, and I sing and play piano.

1.            When did you start writing?

I started singing when I was three and started writing when I started school at the age of five.

2.            What motivates you to write?

My raison d’ etre. It my purpose for living.

3.            What genres do you write in and what made you choose this particular genre?

I write in several genres that are important for me. Romance to include Romantic Suspense, Women Fiction, Erotic and non-fiction I love writing creative non-fiction

4.            What is your goal in writing? Do you have dreams where your writing should take you?

My goals and my dreams are very personal and private, so I am not going to share them.

5.            Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if yes, how do you deal with it?

There are times when I get stuck and when I do get stuck, I start on something else, or I write in my journal or I stay with the same story and just write until I find a spark.

6.            What advice would you like to give new, hopeful authors?

To not put a time table on what you want to achieve. In fact, I would advise them to not be so quick to share their souls with others. There are some things that the writer has to keep to himself.

7.            Please, tell us about your work.

We are coming out of lockdown here in Germany. During the lockdown, I wrote. I submitted two stories to two different publications, started working at THE PIPELINE, which is an RRBC International online literary magazine as the chief staff writer, and now, I am finishing up a submission for another writing contest and a novella that will come out in 2022.

Thank you for being my guest. It was such a pleasure to have you here!!


Meet Pat Garcia:

Born in Blythe, Georgia, USA, Pat Garcia enjoys writing, music, and games like Bridge, Solitaire, Bid Whiz, Chess, Checkers, and Knitting.

She lives as an ExPat on the European Continent.


Connect with Pat Garcia

Facebook.com- Facebook.com/patgarciaauthor

Twitter – @pat_garcia

Blog – http://patgarciaauthor.com

Instagram – https://instagram.com/pat7garcia


Pat Garcia’s Book:

Turn The Light On – Kindle edition by Garcia, Pat, Publishing, 4Wills. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

A Dream Deferred by Pat Garcia @RRBC_ORG, @RRBC_RWISA

Please read this phenomenal blog post, written by my friend, author Patricia Garcia. She’s not only an amazing writer and poet, but also a great, caring and loving person and wonderful friend.


At the age of eight, I wrote and established my first newspaper in our dinky little neighborhood. Staff members-one person. Me. 

Being without a typewriter, I wrote it by hand. Personal computers were a thing of the future. I didn’t tell my parents about it. I desired to spotlight the positive changes in my community and give what I used to call the other people a different light on how they perceived black people. It was a fact that when we made the news, that meant we had done something wrong and was going to jail. 

To get writing materials, I went door to door selling the paper to my neighbors. I charged twenty-five cents a piece for each edition.

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A Hidden Little Pest – A Riddle

We live in holes, all by ourselves, and alone

To some we’re cute, to others pests

we eat prey that falls in our traps

and in the ground we build our nests.

**

We’re blind and solitary, we do damage a lot

we only meet when it is time to mate.

in some countries we are caught in traps

others protect by law our fate.

**

Per litter we can have five babies

then we part our ways.

the father runs off to his future path

it’s only the mother who feeds and stays.

**

We’re small, but we’re agile and mostly overseen

There are numerous classes of us little bro’s.

There’s one species human who hates us mammals

it’s the fella who takes care of the yard and mows.

**

Our breathing is unusual, we need less oxygen

than other mammals and still we can survive

in smallest burrows and tight little holes

and do we feel humans see us, be sure we will dive.

**

We can damage plant roots by digging

and we do build really annoying hills.

However, we’re constructors with great noses

and don’t have to pay bills.

**

Our saliva is poison, we can use it to paralize

our pray and store it for later intake.

We live in the country, by creeks, and humid ground

and we prefer water, and sometimes live close to the lake.

**

We’re small and often forgotten

I’m sure by the time I talked about a hole

you have already guessed what I am.

Of course, I’m a mole!

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2021)

Spring 2021 – A Colorful Poem

Once again the sun is shining

its beams are warming up the air.

The warmth and nature touches plants

Sprouting is the winter’s heir.

**

Trees and flowers are growing buds

blossoms develop in all colors and sizes

the air is filled with insects and bird songs

nature is back growing and diversity arises.

**

We find sunshine yellow, orange, pink and red,

water in springs are gargling cheerfully in blue.

Leaves in forests are showing wonderful green

all the colors together are a breathtaking view.

**

Purple and turquoise, aqua and hot pink

bright yellow, burgundy, navy and brown

the flowers are opening, blossoms are seen

the growing trees are proudly carrying their crown.

**

Spring is the time when nature awakens

It’s picking up growth, it’s humming with love

life is back, showing the eternal life circle

thanks to the courtesy of our Creator above.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2021)


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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine Weekly Round Up..- February 28th – March 6th – Pretty Woman, Shortstories, Poetry, Book Reviews, Food and Funnies.

Thank you so very much for announcing my new book on your blog, Sally Cronin! That means a lot to me! I really appreciate all your help and support.


Welcome to the round up of posts you might have missed during the week here on Smorgasbord. Nothing new to report on the home front as we face another month in full lock down. Hopefully by the better weather (usually) appears in May we will be able to get out and about a little more. […]

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine Weekly Round Up..- February 28th – March 6th – Pretty Woman, Shortstories, Poetry, Book Reviews, Food and Funnies.

A Beautiful Little Flyer – A Riddle


We’re rarely noticed, but still, we’re there

silently, still beautiful, we roam the air.

We have room on your thumbnail we land

or we can be almost as big as a hand.

**

We exist in every country, all over the globe

and still, even if scientists did plenty to probe

humankind still doesn’t know us too well

that’s why I’m here for a few facts to tell.

**

Our babies are tiny and live often in water

up to three years where they eat and grow, and slaughter.

They go through transformation before they turn us

some kind of flyer, beautiful, exotic with a plus.

**

We come in all colors, big, medium, and small

with wide wings, and thin once, short, fat, or tall.

Some scientists have proven, we are about 7,000 sorts

others think, they’re about 2,000 shorts.

**

With 28,000 eyes, we can see 360 degrees

We can fly in sunshine, in rain, but not in its freeze.

We have double wings, which can make us last

up in the air – and up to 35 mph fast.

**

We have six legs and none of us is the same

other flyers compared to us, are kind of lame

We’re carnivores, believe it, in our kingdom we’re high!

I think you have guessed it – I am a dragonfly.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, February 2021)

Picture courtesy of Pinterest.com

 

Not Allowed To Love

Sometimes life has things for us in hiding

surprises we are not allowed to see

and all of a sudden, the veil is lifted

and our surprise is here for us, and free.

**

Have you ever met another person

someone you talk and know, here I am home?

The better you know, the more you talk

the further your thoughts and hopes will roam.

**

You know that feeling, it is mutual

you know the other feels the same

and still, maybe the times has not been right yet

and not too long, you only memorize the name.

**

But then, all of a sudden, unexpected

the person walks right back into your life.

Energetic, strong, and here’s that connection

that threatens to become rife.

**

You talk for hours, holding on and knowing

the other person walks into your heart.

The conversations become more personal

careful still but playing an important part.

**

It stays like this, you wait for more,

progress is made, the sun starts to shine

A step forward, smiles, jokes, and laughter

and you know, your emotions are  to align

**

Then, unexpected, without a warning,

The common bond, it breaks apart

confused you try to understand it

but then, the other simply breaks your heart.

**

And here, once more, you’re sitting lonely

and asking yourself what joke was I the victim of?

How can this happen, I’m not delusional

But maybe I’m just not allowed to love…

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, January 2021)

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A Winter Tale

December time is winter time, we’re waiting for the show

that white flakes offer when they softly glide down to build snow.

In certain parts on this globe, snow is never seen

For the past two Decembers now, that’s exactly where I’ve been.

**

White Christmas, as described in this one song

is not common in Southern California all along.

I still put up my Christmas tree and will enjoy the time

will live the present, forget the past and listen to the chime.

**

There are moments I admit, I miss the sparkling cold

the flakes, the ice flowers, and that in the sunshine it looks like gold.

I miss the snow angels, the snowball battles and all the fun

snow walks that are romantic, along the lake in the winter sun.

**

But to enjoy the romance back in my life and the love that makes it start

that one man should understand he’s missed and he is in my heart.

Winter time and Christmas time, we’re busier than ever, as it seems

but also, it’s a reflective time, with lots of room for hope and dreams.

**

Enjoy December, that month, the last in the old year

Prepare for new things, for a new start that is quite near.

Open your heart and welcome the good that’s sent from above

be it hope, be it smiles, be it luck or even love.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2020)

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A Halloween Poem – Written By Mark Egan

Even though there is no Halloween Poem Contest anymore in 2020, I got sent a beautiful Halloween poem that I would like to share with you, with the permission of the author, Mark Egan.


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‘Don’t Go Outside’

                                                            Mark Egan 2020

‘Don’t go outside’, the girl she said

And said twice more, ‘lest we be dead’

She feared a sprite this Hallows Eve

With an endless hunger for souls to feed

To garner strength from lives ashriven

From the essence of the living

‘Don’t leave me here’, the girl she begged

‘Tis a darkling night, one full of dread

A spooky, creepy graysome night

I fear that I might die from fright

And then I’ll pass beyond the veil

Myself a spirit who’ll moan and wail’

‘Don’t make a sound’, the girl did whisper

I feel it’s close, my hearts a jitter

I hear it’s tread, it’s cloven gait

It’s funeral march, it’s wicked hate

It’s gaping maw, it’s jagged teeth

It’s claws and arms, stretched out in reach’

‘I think it’s here’, the girl did say

Her voice a ghost, yet quiet and fae

I smelled her breath sour and sweet

I felt her heart a fearsome beat

‘Don’t go outside’, she once more said

She laughed and lunged, then I was dead.


(The copyright of this poem is with Mark Egan, please respect this poem as his property)