behind behind behind

I really need to get on top of all my blogs don't I?  No jokes please!  With all the net and computer issues over the past month or so I haven't been a good doobie but i will get better.

Hey I think I will mention all the wonderful places you can find my poetry now!  How is that?  I have poems in a few collections and on a few pages too.

So to start, the most important one is not my new, fabulous book of poetry and photography but a collection I wrote a specific poem for.  This would be the collection called Angel's Cried

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Angels-Cried-ebook/dp/B00AT95EDK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358864249&sr=1-1

This ebook/paperback is a collaboration by a number of Facebook writers and poets and artists.  We decided to put a book together to raise money for the Sandy Hook Elementary families.  So far is is moving slowly but surely.  Every penny we raise is being sent to them with none going back to the writers/poets/artists involved.  So if you feel charitable then please pick up a copy

Next is an odd collections of poets from around the world who accepted one of my short poems to be added to theirs.  Most of these poets are from India and are very talented at what they do.

50 Magical Voices contains one of my seasonal poems

http://www.amazon.co.uk/MAGICAL-VOICES-UNIVERSAL-MUSE-ebook/dp/B00A4ONX5Q/ref=la_B0081AI8J6_1_23?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358865692&sr=1-23

And yes both links are for the Amazon UK site but of course you can get them on the US or your local site too!

Now on to my new and wonderful book.  Okay after all the work I did on this I better think it is wonderful right?  Love, Loss and Loneliness is a book of 50 poems and 50 photographs taken by yours truly.  The poems are mostly just in alphabetical order and the photos are there to make you feel better after reading some of my darker stuff.  Yes I could have made a better book but you know what?  I like how it came out.  The poems where from a hard time in my life and the photograph grew out of me trying to find the beauty in my new home.  There is so much beauty hiding under your nose.  The most common little weed can be the most amazing thing when seen through a lens.  So if you want to take a look please go here

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/277337

The last book I have with poems in it is the collection of 6 erotic stories and six poems call Distance Means Little to Love.  I took the erotic tales I had written over the years that had two reoccurring characters and put them together in this little book.  It is becoming more common I think for couples to have to learn to deal with separation and the ability to keep love and passion alive while miles apart is a difficult one.  In part it was a way for me to deal with my own long distance love affair before we finally managed to marry and live happily together.  Hope you enjoy, this is one of my forays into erotic story telling.

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Hands

This poem was submitted to a father/son/mother/daughter writing contest.  While it didn't win, show or place it did have a nice review or two so I thought why not put it up here?

Hands

Small and soft

Pudgy little fingers

Wrapped around a finger

Wrapped around a heart

Grimy little fingers

Longer now

Holding out a flower

A gift and a smile

Grown longer still

Nails tipped in colors

Sparkles and jewels

Soon to be a lady

Fingers strong

Flying over keys

Working hard

Every day

Growing thinner now

Skin not so plump

Scars from living

Easy to see

Age slowly showing

Veins clear now

Knuckles losing flexibility

But still strong

Time passes

Suddenly you see

Your mother's hands

Attached to you

Hands that look old

But filled with character

Reaching back to hold

The fingers of a grandchild

poetry day again

Yeah why not right?  This is an older one

Brown is the grass
grey the skies
cold are the days
spent without you

Simple the longing
tender the need
but empty the arms
since you left me


lisa williamson © 2012

daily poem

    A song in the distance
   
    Distance
    between you and I
    between love and life
    music bridges the gap
   
    A song
    reminding me of you
    bringing you close
    behind my closed eyes

Lisa Williamson © 2012

poem of the day two

    A Piece of you

    I so want to see you
    be close to you
    hold your eyes with mine
    and see myself alone

    One day of you
    no one else to claim
    no one else to pull away
    just a piece of you

    For even when I have you
    you find something else to do
    someone more important
    something more fun

    I sit back, tears forming
    from hurt and from rage
    for I try not to ask
    for more than a piece of you.

    

    Lisa Williamson © 1999

Yes my last name was different in '99 but I have updated to my current last name for this

why not poems?

Okay I have to use this blog for something.  So why not toss around a few of the numerous poems I have written over the years?  Yes at some point I will be publishing them but at the earliest that would be February so here we go.  I'm just going to start with A and work my way down.

A difference

Mother

a name for love

daughter

a name for hope

Mother in law

a name for pride

daughter in law

a name for patience

Lisa Williamson

copywrite 2011