Category Archives: Featured Writers

Featured Writer – Autumn Cook

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My daughters… Autumn (8)  Brianna (15)

World of Sweets

Taffy to candy corn

Cookies and brownies

And…

What to choose?

Caramel apples?

I don’t know…

What to have,

In the world of sweets?

I guess candy is too sweet to eat,

In a world of sweets.

So I’m having it all!


Written by, Autumn Cook (Age 8)

Featured Writer – B.L.C.

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A Dream Land in Which I Wish to Sleep in

Pink firecrackers flash by me with excellent speed

With each and every step

I can hear the cosmos calling my name

Whispering

Wondering

A shooting star

A wish

“I wish to dream”

“And to keep going onward”

Downwards to the star gate

And into the fountain of milky ways

It gently pours onto my delicate figure

How sweet the taste

How intoxicating the smell

My senses in a daze

It seems even in my dreams

I’m already half way asleep

My eyes close

I step in

Deep into the ocean of galaxies

Just remember to sing the astronauts goodnight

As I slowly drift away…

Written by, B.L.C.

To read more from this talented new blogger, please visit her site: www.brinkbrinkbreak.wordpress.com


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Calling all Bloggers…

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Are you a writer, artist, or photographer, looking for a way to share your blog with others?  If so, I would love to feature you right here on puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com.

Please send your inspirational thoughts, poems, short stories, bios, traveling experiences, quotes, or any other relevant material to: thoughtsofmanywriters@yahoo.com

I am specifically looking for stories and poems, which are encouraging, uplifting, or inspirational.  I am also willing to feature personal bios, travel stories, artwork, etc.

I will accept unpublished work or posts which have been previously published on your blog; just send me the link if you wish to submit something you’ve already posted.  I will not accept photos unless they are personally yours and watermarked as such.

When sending in your submissions, please include the name you would like to use in your featured post, so that I can credit your work back to you.  Also, please include a link to your website or blog if you have one, and if you are an anonymous writer, please include your pen name.

Feel free to share this opportunity with others, so that they may be featured here as well.

Thanks! ~Michelle Cook


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Featured Writer – Devereaux Frazier

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Reflections In Morning Light

 

I wake up

and see the morning sun

Feel the rays warm cold skin

as curtains are parted in joy

All around me, life is sounding

birds tweeting, cats meowing

and people going to work

As I wake up

my heart beats faster

my head swivels, preparing for the day

my hands readied for this game

Inside me is stirring

sad bowels

wise as owls

I shouldn’t have eaten that day old salad

Waking up

I notice the many emails from the night

Comments from you

appreciating how and what I write

Fully awaken

with goals to be taken

and expectations to be shaken

I am grateful for the light

It keeps me warm

it keeps me in the right

it keeps me

alive

Written by, Devereaux Frazier

*Devereaux is a wonderfully talented teen writer, who has become such a blessing to me and my family.  You won’t want to miss the opportunity to see more of his creative writing.  Please visit his blog here.


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Featured Writer – John Horner

Sandbox Souvenirs

In myriad ways, now and since,
I’m less a formidable force than then,
When I was Icarus on a banana-seat Schwinn,
A Double Dragon defeater on fifty cents,
A baleful Blackfoot in dun buckskin,
Or a Ranger with hardened steel in his chin.

Deep thoughts were enumerated tootsie pop licks
Or scissor-splitting spit-clogged pixie sticks;
Didn’t take it too hard on a Sadie Hawkins miss—
Holding hands was adventurous, never mind a kiss;
And wouldn’t make too much of the little pinpricks
A bully might brandish against a simple bliss.

Miss Welch taught me cursive for counted naught;
Miss Bryant once jacked me to my toes by an ear
(I feigned half-deaf-to-left for the rest of that year);
Principal Eubanks had the handle on a hardwood swat
And kept my mother’s work-number too damn near—
My heart pocketed it all as a sandbox souvenir.

There seemed less to lose and more to ponder,
In a Members Only jacket impossible to launder
And pants of patched and pearl-snapped corduroy;
If there be any brilliance in me, or purest joy,
Any brightness beyond my most selfish squander,
Let it be the beam of that brave and unbroken boy.

Written by, John Horner

For more of John’s wonderful poems, please visit his website here.


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Featured Writer – Jambo Stewart

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Intrigue them with your flash fiction

Seduce them with your short stories

Let them fall in love with your novel

 

For further inspiring thoughts from Jambo Stewart, please visit his blog here.


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Calling all bloggers….

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Are you a writer, artist, or photographer, looking for a way to share your blog with others?  If so, I would love to feature you right here on puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com.

Please send your inspirational thoughts, poems, short stories, bios, traveling experiences, quotes, or any other relevant material to: thoughtsofmanywriters@yahoo.com

I am specifically looking for stories and poems, which are encouraging, uplifting, or inspirational.  I am also willing to feature personal bios, travel stories, artwork, etc.

I will accept unpublished work, or posts which have been previously published on your blog; just send me the link if you wish to submit something you’ve already posted.  I will not accept photos, unless they are personally yours and watermarked as such.

When sending in your submissions, please include the name you would like to use in your featured post, so that I can credit your work back to you.  Also, please include a link to your website or blog if you have one, and if you are an anonymous writer, please include your pen name.

Feel free to share this opportunity with others, so that they may be featured here as well.

Thanks! ~Michelle Cook


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Featured Writer – Eva

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Reflection about life:

What is this gift? Yes gift, because we never ask for. It has been given to us, due to randomness and nature. But there is no notice with it! Plus how complex it is!

Life is a mix of genetics, of a certain periods, of people met, of experiences, of places visited… These are the cards, now let’s play with them. Just take care, there is a limited time for this gift. We don’t know the end, but still… it will end in a moment. How do we know it? Because of previous people who have received similar gifts.

For my part, I have had this gift for 19 years. I played with it and it has been tough. I almost ran out of cards. I don’t know why I didn’t, and especially wonder how I didn’t lose all of my cards during hard times. Luck, perhaps? I don’t really trust luck. To my mind, luck might appear when you are trying to climb the mountain, not when you have given up. So no effort, no luck.

Today, I still own my gift; but strangely it’s like I’ve just received it. I still don’t understand how I should handle it. I’m confused and lost. My cards have evolved in 19 years. But I can’t see what I have in my hands; it’s fuzzy. I can’t distinguish anything clearly, and I wonder who could lift the fog. Nobody seems to have the ability… The fuzziness will never entirely disappear, but it can be subdued.

The truth is, because it’s my own gift, no one else can hold the cards for me.

Moreover, I have to make choices. With which cards do I want to go on? It also means which cards will I leave? So what is the best choice? Well, how can I know without trying…? And actually, is there a best choice, or is it me who needs to make it a good choice? It might be both. A balance of both. Make a good choice and make it be a good choice!  Ok, this lovely gift is so complex, so mysterious, so unknown…

Then what is the aim? Oh I forget, there is no notice.

For more wonderful inspiration from Eva, please visit her blog here.


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Featured Writer – Carl Webber

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The Journey…

Masquerade through the charade till this pretense starts to fade.

Abound by all that surrounds, told to keep our  feet applied firmly to the ground.

Educated to a standard set by who? Is what is false false and true really true?

What is right is it right and what is wrong is it wrong? Read from the same hymn sheet, sing the same old song.

See you can’t really see, you can’t see the spirit that is within me.

My true identity, my real core being, seeing isn’t always believing.

It’s a notion that people just can’t grasp, are we sent here, here for task?

Questions can mount and cloud our wandering mind, this is a mask you look at but can’t see inside.

Do you think your brain controls your very being? Just because of what it tells you, what you have been told? What matter you are seeing?

Well listen to me now and open your soul to this, your controlled by your spirit and the rest you can dismiss.

For if you had a part removed would you still exist? Yes is the answer is there something that you missed?

We are on a journey through this space and time, but when we die our spirit lives and into our real life’s we entwine.

So open up your spirit and take captive of every thought, all the things you wanted, all the things that you once sought.

Know that love is the only perfect emotion, make the choice and be happy for your true vocation is on its way if you look past all this false commotion.

Written by, Carl Webber

 

To read Carl’s other inspirational and heartwarming poems, please visit his blog at:  mypoemblog.

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A pound of marriage

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“There are various ounces of romance in the truth of a pound of marriage. I doubt any marriage carries all sixteen full of romantic fun and games.” ~Oneta Hayes


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Featured Writer – Ashley Moss

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I’ll Be Your Angel

When you’re alone and feeling blue,

When you don’t know what to do,

When you need a friend to talk to

and you’re wondering who,

Because I have problems too,

I’ll be your angel.

I’ll be your angel in the heat

of the night.

When you don’t have the

strength to, for you I’ll fight.

I’ll be your angel when the

world seems cold.

When you come to my heart

broken, your hand I’ll hold.

I’ll be your angel.

I’m not dressed in robes

 of white.

 Yet, I’ll be a pillar of strength

for you.

I don’t have wings, and am

not always right.

Yet, I’ll inspire hope in

you.

I don’t have a halo, that’s

 right.

Yet, I’ll pray for you.

Whenever you’re feeling

down, give me a call.

I’ll catch you if you fall.

Because I believe in you,

I’ll be your angel.

 

Written by, Ashley Moss

For more inspiring poems, please visit Ashley and download her free poetry e-book.
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Featured Writer – The Starlit Octave Band

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Where the ocean meets the sky

To me, who’s deep drowned in the sea
Water’s turning green
You know I, my vision sees
The sin

To I, who’s hit the bottom of ocean
In a slowly hitting motion
Breaking all my bones
In mine

Common, let me save my life
Common, let me, rejoice
Common, let me go up to the sun
For its time for the homerun

Common, let the wind and the tide
Give me, the better ride
Where the ocean meets the sky

Where the glory is if you haven’t
Broken all the rules
Why the braveheart stands still
Like a lazy golden goose

Where the time is tide
And so my life
Is a wild race
Go and win, and be unchanged to embrace the change

Common, let me save my life
Common, let me, rejoice
Common, let me go up to the sun
For its time for the homerun

Common, let the wind and the tide
Give me, the better ride
Where the ocean meets the sky

All I need, a little help
A note to myself
Where are you oh my dear
Are you ready to change?

All I say the golden words
Go up to the Sun
For the sky was the limit of the past
Now its time for homerun

Common, let me save my life
Common, let me, rejoice
Common, let me go up to the sun
For its time for the homerun

Common, let the wind and the tide
Give me, the better ride
Where the ocean meets the sky

 

Written by, The Starlit Octave Band

For more inspiring poems, please visit:  The Starlit Octave Band

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Featured Writer – Frank Solanki

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Let Me Read You The Morning News

So happy, so happy, so happy was I
The flowers bloomed while the birds flew in the sky
And everything seemed to be in its place
Wide smile on every child’s face
And they sang and danced in a tune
Like they always do when it’s June
To let the folks jump and croon
It seemed the rains had come a tad too soon

When was the last time? I can’t remember
Maybe back in January or late December
That everybody was feeling so high
And not a single face with a sigh
No poet, I think, could ever write
And describe such a beautiful sight
Even if one were to stay up all night
And try and try with all its might

Why would anyone step out of bed
And not stare out of the window instead
And dream and dream and dream away
On such a lovely summer’s day?
But as happy, as happy, as happy as I could be
And with a cup of coffee next to me
I picked up the morning news to see
Just what it had in store for me

And I read and read about the world
A war was declared and bombs were hurled
Thousands of lives had been washed away
But the print read like any other day
I wondered, I wondered and began to think
The world, it seemed was on the brink
And I dared not to take another blink
For my heart had just begun to sink

And I turned a page just to find
A thousand other things that disturbed my mind
Children playing with real guns
And others dying of starvation
Rich folks flaunting their polished cars
And drinking champagne in fancy bars
And what good is life and water on Mars
When they never found a cure for scars?

Fans killing each other over a game
A sweet angel born without a name
A man killing his friend in a brawl
Economy and currency in free fall
Does not the editor owe me an apology
For ruining my day so cruelly?
Or is there something wrong with me?
Or is it just the way I see?

I guess we all look differently at things
Truth enlightens some; some it stings
When peace and quiet is there to choose
We decide to pick the morning news
Maybe I could not open my eyes to see
The truth, the facts and reality
Someday it will set me free
Till then I’ll wait for the answer and let it be

 

Written by, Frank Solanki

For more inspiring poems by Frank, please visit his blog at: Frank Solanki

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Featured Writer – Paper Stars and Blue Honey Poems

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The Writer

Writings along the walls

Writings along the roads

Words pouring out of the people around her

Letters simply buzzing by in the air

Nobody saw them

Except for one

The one called

“The Writer”

The Writer took these words

And put them onto paper

She took them

Stroked them

Took care of them

And they took care of her in return

Like a crazy cat lady

She had thousands of them

Each of them she knew by name

The people of the town

Knew not of these words

They saw the air around them

They saw bees buzzing

Saw the trees swaying

But words never spoke to them

The words didn’t speak to anyone except for The Writer
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Featured Writer – Rayy Powell

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Left, left, left, right, left

Left, left, left, right, left
The footsteps of the soldiers echo through the streets, the houses and shops, through empty shells.
A little girl looks through her window and knows she’s in hell
The dodging of bullets and taking cover from the bombs bring tears to her eyes
But she has to stay strong, she has to survive.
The young boy who was taken rather than drafted,
Fell in to a trap that his step farther crafted.
It’ll be good for you boy, grow some hair on you chest!’
His choices and actions put that young boy to the test.
He had to grow up fast, he had to learn to shoot a gun,
Responsibility of the highest for someone so young.
Forced to hide and ambush the enemies, throwing grenades and causing damage,
But what about the damage caused to the families, people, businesses…collateral damage?
Left, left, left, right, left
As the regime spreads like a contagion,
Infecting those few with imagination to rid the world of freedom and enslave the world as a nation
The mother who weeps over her sons dead body, found just laying in the street,
Her worst fear materializing before her eyes, screams of pain as her son laid lifeless at her knees.
Out of pain come anger and from anger, revenge
And those who are left are waiting for it to end.
The planes that fly over head are like the music of the sky,
The sounds of the machine guns and the crumbling stones vibrations of the houses are the children’s lullaby.
The little girl wont see the end of the war, nor will the young boys mother,
As the regime spreads there no more hope offer.
Now ladies and gentlemen there isn’t a war outside but we’re still losing children, cousins, brothers, friends,
When the young children are fighting the war of the ends
Standing and waiting for that war to begin.
So lets hold our hand up as a symbol of peace,
Wear out colours with pride and don’t worry about the repercussions,
Because right here right now, the fight for our freedom has begun.

Written by, Rayy Powell

 

For further thought provoking poetry, please visit Rayy’s blog at: HERNAMEWASPOETRY


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