My poem “Wednesdays of Longing” is up now in Spillwords.
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👉 thank you to Dagmara K and the whole Spillwords Team for their continued support to my poetry for years now.
I am your days of longing on a rainy morning on a long sunset drive on a fun-filled pit stop on a sweet homecoming I am your days of longing and I crave for you
Life is a beautiful journey meant to be embraced to the fullest every day. However, that doesn’t mean you always wake up ready to seize the day and sometimes need a reminder that life is a great gift. Whether an overly used quote from a famous personality or an encouraging message about giving it your best from a successful person, we can all use a little motivation and inspiration these days.
My journey to book publishing wasn’t an easy road. I’ve always said that it took me decades to publish my first book. And now, I am on to publish my 7th poetry book. Three of my six published books hold the title of Amazon Best-Selling. To write a book is already daunting. To publish it is hard work (lots of hard work, sleepless nights, and more hard work)…and to make it to the best-seller list is a gift, a miracle, a blessing.
My 7th book, “It Ain’t Winning If Without You,” is not your ordinary poetry book that is basically just a compilation of poetry written by the poet over time.
For one, it has exceeded the expected word count for a poetry book, only 15k words; “It Ain’t Winning If Without You” has a word count of 30k, a collection of two hundred (200) remarkable poems that tell a story.
Secondly, it has a storyline. It tells a love story that spans decades. It celebrates young and careless love. It celebrates a love that withstands the test of time. It celebrates a love that is willing to endure and forgive and wait.
Thirdly, it’s a story of a loving daughter wanting her stolen goodbye back when her father died unexpectedly, and no amount of time could ease the feeling of longing, wanting, and wishing. “I should have been there” is the least we always say when we lose our chance. This kind of longing is magnified in this book.
And lastly, it is a story of sharing success with everyone who remarkably made the success story meaningful and significant. And why not? What is success if not shared with the same people who were there all along to help and guide us?
“It Ain’t Winning Without You” is no ordinary poetry book, and I am sharing it with love and gratitude.
“It Ain’t Winning Without You” is a poetry book that will give you chills, the excitement, the drama, the tension, the pain, the sorrow, the anger, the madness that every novel you’ve read has given you; and finally, it will provide you with a feeling of ease as you flip on to read the last page of the book.
Be ready to read a novel in a Poetry Book on 15th August as we release “It Ain’t Winning If Without You.”
“Michelle considers India as her second literary home, and has a deep connect with her Indian audience. A huge number of her followers on social media are Indians, and you can see many Indian Bookstagram accounts have interacted with her content on their pages and posted positive reviews of her books as well”
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and in the twilight of my life when my world will be partially illuminated where there is neither darkness nor light all I ever wish to have is that single speck of light, that single spark of joy with you for I love you from the morn’ of my soul ’till the dusk of my breath and I will love you even more in the midnight of my being when the whole world is in perfect silence my heart screams loudly of your name like it’s the last word I am gonna utter your name and yours alone
So, go ahead. Love like no other. Love like there isn’t tomorrow. Love like it’s your last chance to love. Love like it’s your last chance of happiness. Love like it’s your last chance of sanity. And, love with a promise of FOREVER.
Jco, that’s how we call you named after the famous soft and fluffy almost cake-like donut we fell in love with; friends and relatives argue about their safety around you, you are compactly-built, muscular, fast, and powerful, standing between 26 to 29 inches at the shoulder your body is sleek but substantial, and is covered with a glistening golden brown hue they are scared of you, if they only knew how kind and sweet and adorable you are, they’d love you too I swear
you won’t eat without me by your side and now that we are apart, oceans apart I know you have learned to eat by yourself but that makes me really sad
you outlived Maggi our pomeranian and Otaku our mini pinscher the passing of those two cute furries I witnessed you cry you had sleepless nights when Otaku died so we decided to get you someone your kind Macky arrived at your delight you were energetic and lively again but little did we realize that you are such a spoiler big brother gone are those days when you wanted to be fed first and gone are those days when you wanted your place to get cleaned first even in your daily bath, you wanted Macky to be the first
Now, you are aging… you no longer run as fast as you used to… nor jump high as you always do… and I don’t know what to write next… my heart is bleeding… just by the thought of it…
For Sadje’s WDY
I am reminded of my beloved dobberman JCO who passed away months ago.
quivering voice torn into pieces jammed words dashingly sealed tongue-tied feelings suppressed a power uproars whispered unto thyself acclaimed thy heart longing to blaze conformed thy faith declared thy attempt to bestow equity thy affectionate feeling to love forever
Each day is an attempt to be better in loving you dear…
today’s poem is from my latest poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are” available in Amazon for kindle file and paperback copy
I wish you’re beside me right now ‘cos there’s just so much I wanna tell you after all, you’re at your best listening to my stories your eyes, oh how I remember they light up to your heart’s desire when I giggle, when I laugh at my own faulty storytelling technique
I swear I could finally win, any word games you would challenge me for oh, I bet you didn’t know I’ve learned a lot overtime I’ve mastered it for a while and I would bet every single coin there is in my pocket for this
do you remember how I’d cry but I wouldn’t say a word why? I was hurt, so hurt I know you will be if I tell you why, but, with you no amount of words is needed nor a great amount of pep talk is required, with you heaven is on earth
and right now, just right now I wish you’re beside me there’s just so much I wanna tell you ‘cos papa, nothing beats your warm angelic embrace your comforting words and your heavenly presence
you are still, the only man who truly believes in me even when I say nothing at all and, I could trade anything just to be with you right now
and oh, papa, you miss another one of my birthdays again!
P.S.
A late Father’s day poem for my papa in heaven wishing he is with me on my birthday (late birthday post too)
It has nothing to do with you, with what you did or did not do. It’s a cry of relief, a cry of sigh, and a cry of “coming home.”
It’s a cry for all the times I believed I was right (but was wrong). A cry for the many times I messed up (and you were never there to say “it’s ok”). A cry for the moments I was brave (but I was really scared). A cry for many occasions I was numbed (but feeling the pain). A cry for the times I needed help (and you were not around).
It’s a cry for all of my successful events and milestones (but you were not there). A cry for all the wonderful opportunities (you missed). A cry for the many times I sure did good (but you failed to witness).
I cry my love because it feels so good to be home, in your loving arms once again.
A cry of coming home.
Thank you for the entire good cry, my love…
Today’s poem is from my latest poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are”, available via Kobo.Com and Amazon (paperback and ebook/kindle file)
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