December 2007 Newsletter
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In This Issue:
A thought for the Month by Stan Almendro
Whisper Poetry News by Giselle Visser
Leaf Books - A Worthwhile Visit
Point of Life - The Writings of Michael Levy
A Poem – Die Drome van Waarheid by Collin Shrewsbury
Summertime, The season of the Poet by Emmanuel Osondu, Nigeria
ORDINARY WON’T CHANGE THE WORLD
Strange as it would be that society seems to prefer the extra ordinary to the ordinary!!
There is really nothing wrong with “extra- ordinary” & also even less wrong with “ordinary”
A value system has developed in our society that the super rich;the genius; the he-man;the executive & so on is what makes our world go round. Well their ideas, inventions & even their management styles play a definite role but without Mr. Ordinary none of their dreams; inventions or clever business schemes will get off the ground.
The real people understand and accept that both the extra-ordinary & ordinary cannot be separated and that getting the job done or completing a task is what it is about.
If perhaps you are Mr. Extra-Ordinary & you have fallen prey to that mental trait that it is you who makes the world go round or without you the world & all that it wants to be is lost then take a little time and read the words of the verses that follow.
It might however be that you drop your head in shame because you consider yourself as just an ordinary guy or that people make you feel you just have not got it. I suggest you also take a while and read the verses that follow.
OPEN MY EYES THAT I MAY SEE
GLIMPSES OF TRUTH YOU HAVE FOR ME
PLACE IN MY HANDS THAT WONDERFUL KEY
THAT WILL UMCLASP AND SET ME FREE
SILENTLY NOW I WAIT FOR THEE
READY MY GOD YOUR WILL TO SEE
OPEN MY EYES ILLUMINE ME
SPIRIT DIVINE
OPEN MY EARS THAT I MIGHT HEAR
VOICES OF TRUTH THOU SENDEST CLEAR
AND WHILE THE WAVE-NOTES FALL ON MY EAR
EVERYTHING FALSE WILL DISAPPEAR
SILENTLY NOW I WAIT FOR THEE
READY MY GOD YOUR WILL TO SEE
OPEN MY EARS ILLUMINE ME
SPIRIT DIVINE
OPEN MY MOUTH AND LET ME BEAR
GLADLY THE WARM TRUTH EVERYWHERE
OPEN MY HEART AND LET ME PREPARE
LOVE WITH THY CHILDREN THUS TO SHARE
SILENTLY NOW I WAIT FOR THEE
READY MY GOD YOUR WILL TO SEE
OPEN MY HEART ILLUMINE ME
SPIRIT DIVINE
OPEN MY MIND THAT I MIGHT READ
MORE OF THE LOVE IN WORD AND DEED
WHAT SHALL I FEAR WHILE YET THOU DOES'T LEAD
ONLY FOR LIGHT FROM THEE I PLEAD
SILENTLY NOW I WAIT FOR THEE
READY MY GOD YOUR WILL TO SEE
OPEN MY MIND ILLUMINE ME
SPIRIT DIVINE
OPEN MY WAY THAT I MIGHT BRING
TROPHIES OF GRACE TO THEE MY KING
ECHOED IN LOVE THY WORD SHALL OUTRING
SWEET AS THE NOTE THE ABGELS SING
SILENTLY NOW I WAIT FOR THEE
READY MY GOD YOUR WILL TO SEE
OPEN MY WAY ILLUMINE ME
SPIRIT DIVINE
YES if we will allow ourselves to be illumined we will have a sense of values that will take us, whether ordinary or extra ordinary, on to a plain higher than the “CHEAPNESS” of a social class or the “SHALLOWNESS” of a meaningless friendship, to a height of “MEANINGFUL” living & we will bring with us trophies of “OTHER” human souls who will want to walk the path of the UPLIFTED with us.
It is those who care; lift up; encourage & bear the burdens of the weak who make a real difference in a world rushing on in a selfish & uncaring way of living.
Mother Teresa said if you want to preach the gospel pick up a broom and sweep the home of a friend.
Have a great month as you by your love & caring you MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
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We have come to the end of another competition, and for some poets and/or writers the results are a welcome and pleasant surprise, for others it might be a disappointment. For some folks, just the acknowledgement and exposure of their work was well worth it all. It just goes to show that each person experiences life, events and circumstances differently.
The same can be said at the end of each year. When we look back and reflect on this year, we all see and feel differently about the experiences, joys, sorrows and challenges we have gone through, felt and dealt with. We should not label or judge ourselves, others or circumstances by what we have felt, gone through or received but rather embrace the strength, courage and wisdom each experience and opportunity has taught us.
It is from our past experiences and challenges that we draw strength courage and wisdom to not only face the future but also have great expectation for that which lies ahead. When looking back and reflecting on the opportunities, challenges and changes you had to deal with in this year, may it inspire, encourage and strengthen you for all that awaits you in 2008.
May this Festive Season, & holiday be a time you enjoy and share with those special people in your life.
Regards
Giselle Visser
A worthwhile visit
Leaf Books publishes seriously impressive short fiction, micro-fiction and poetry by new and established authors. We've published individual short stories and compilations of poetry and micro-fiction in both A6-sized formats, small enough to fit into a pocket, and conventional anthologies. Leaf Books is one of the world’s leading publishers of micro-fiction
In barely two years we’ve put nigh on two-hundred authors and poets into print, many for the very first time. Our material is sourced via competitions and all entries are anonymous, ensuring that everyone gets an equal shot at the goal: we can’t be swayed a notably book-selling name. We’re inordinately proud to have given so many new writers that all-important first print credit that we hope is not only rewarding and talent-affirming in itself but can also serve as a valuable calling card to other publishers.
We strive, in addition, to be a nurturing sort of a publisher: as well as publication, we offer an online presence at our website for all our published authors and various writing services for all our hoping-to-be-published authors, including short-story critiques, an informative list of UK writers’ groups and Root Books, a service that offers a tailor-made route from first-draft manuscript to printed text.
Our books of short fiction and poetry contain accessible and endlessly varied reads and are ideal for arbitrary amusement on slow-running trains and in fiction-free corners of coffee shops. Our increasingly vast output ranges from engagingly literary drama and racy romantic fiction to surreal children's humour and broken-hearted verse.
The books are on sale through this website and via Amazon.co.uk. But it would be nice if you bought them from us because we get more money that way.
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Versteurde visie deur siel se venster na liefdes rotse staar.
Verskeurende geheue van ń hartstogtelike gebaar.
Weerklankende woorde van daardie liefdes gedig.
Snikkende vloei traan oor hangende gesig.
Bewoë liggaam onwillekeurig op knieë neersak.
Bewende vingers met angs teen klammerige aarde hak.
Mompelende gebed, verdwyn saam met golwe se gedruis.
Ongenade van bo, roepend dat gees hom van hier verhuis.
Blitsige! weerkaatsing van maan se lig.
Ysige vlym, geluidloos verenig met stywe gewrig.
Aardige gevoel met warmte hom van slap vingers drip.
Innerlike verdriet deur aar se strate na vryheid glip.
Jou skoone aangesig in geestes oë verskyn.
Liefdes belofte om van jou lewe te verdwyn.
Ongesteurdheid n tuiste met my vind.
Verskeurende pyn verdwyn in die nagtelike wind.
Liggaam, rukkende teen sy wesenlike dors stry.
Verblindende donker, die aardse skoonheid oorskry.
Met oorweldigende liefde,van die plek waar ń siel lewe.
ń Desperate kreet! Almagtige my seblief die sonde vergewe.
Innige liefdes woorde teen koue klip weerklink.
Hartseer trane saam die ewigheid in sink.
Sweet deurweekte liggaam se gesnak die more begroet.
Martelende droom daagliks my vir die liefde laat boet.
Borrelende smart die liggaam en siel laat kwyn.
Verteerende verlange dat jy weer jou son oor my sal skyn.
Smeekend na Bo, ń leë man se hart versterk.
Here! Here! Seën my met ń liefdes wonderwerk!
Collin Shrewsbury.
Bewoë ~ aangedaan, ontroerd, deur gevoel oorweldig.
Hak ~ kap.
Ongenade ~ omstandigheid waarin geen genade bestaan nie.
Vlym ~ skerp mes.
Aardige ~ naar.
Wesenlik ~ menslik, essensieel.
Gesnak ~ hunker, hyg.
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