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    Poems for Life
    Poems for Life
    Poems for Life
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    Poems for Life

    By Rosemary J. Kind

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    A collection of poems by prize winning poet Rosemary J. Kind, including the inspirational 'Carpe Diem'. Published to raise money for Age Concern Oadby and Wigston and all profits will go to support their work.

    Rosemary’s work has appeared in a wide range of publications including Hand Luggage Only, England's Standard, The Leicester Mercury, The Methodist Recorder, Cooldog Publications and many others. Her work provides inspiration and at times much humour. Her style is easily accessible and will strike notes of recognition in many readers.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlfie Dog Limited
    Release dateMay 29, 2011
    ISBN9781458133366
    Poems for Life
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    Rosemary J. Kind

    Rosemary J Kind writes because she has to. You could take almost anything away from her except her pen and paper. Failing to stop after the book that everyone has in them, she has gone on to publish books in both non-fiction and fiction, the latter including novels, humour, short stories and poetry. She also regularly produces magazine articles in a number of areas and writes regularly for the dog press.As a child she was desolate when at the age of 10 her then teacher would not believe that her poem based on ‘Stig in the Dump’ was her own work and she stopped writing poetry for several years as a result. She was persuaded to continue by the invitation to earn a little extra pocket money by ‘assisting’ others to produce the required poems for English homework!Always one to spot an opportunity, she started school newspapers and went on to begin providing paid copy to her local newspaper at the age of 16.For twenty years she followed a traditional business career, before seeing the error of her ways and leaving it all behind to pursue her writing full-time.She spends her life discussing her plots with the characters in her head and her faithful dogs, who always put the opposing arguments when there are choices to be made.Always willing to take on challenges that sensible people regard as impossible, she set up the short story download site Alfie Dog Fiction in 2012 and has built it to being one of the largest in the world, representing over 400 authors and carrying over 1700 short stories. Her hobby is developing the Entlebucher Mountain Dog in the UK and when she brought her beloved Alfie back from Belgium he was only the tenth in the country.She started writing Alfie’s Diary as an internet blog the day Alfie arrived to live with her, intending to continue for a year or two. Nine years later it goes from strength to strength and was named as one of the top ten dog blogs in the UK in 2015.She is currently working on a novel which is a departure from her work to date, being set both a hundred and fifty years ago and in a foreign country. It is involving a huge amount of research, which she is enjoying almost as much as the writing. If she can tear herself away from the research, she hopes to complete it early in 2016.For more details about the author please visit her website at www.rjkind.co.uk For more details about her dog then you’re better visiting www.alfiedog.me.uk

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      Poems for Life - Rosemary J. Kind

      Carpe Diem

      Who knows what their tomorrow holds?

      Why take the time to second guess?

      Too easy letting now slip by,

      taking from it slightly less,

      because our sights are firmly fixed

      upon horizons far away,

      and not upon the next small step.

      Forwards, onwards, seize today.

      I

      I am.

      No, not yet.

      I will be.

      No, perhaps not.

      I might be.

      Well, there may be a chance.

      I will try to be.

      Yes, I will try.

      Bored

      Just sitting here bored.

      Nothing to do I want to do, bored.

      Can’t be bothered with anything, bored.

      Sitting still is impossible, bored.

      Can’t be bothered to write this verse, bored.

      Nothing to do to fill my time,

      too much effort to find a line.

      Bored.

      Brainwave

      Brainwave, on the seascape of my mind,

      rippling across the pebbles of my consciousness,

      breaking on the shore of my thoughts.

      Brainwave, gathering force under the storms of possibility.

      Imagination riding high on the crest of your power,

      skimming the surface of a thousand dreams.

      Brainwave, tide of creative thinking.

      High and overwhelmingly, powerful for a while,

      crashing relentlessly on the sands of time.

      Brainwave, disappearing where a thousand dreams have broken before,

      receding into the depths of the pool of thought,

      vanishing amidst the foam and froth of reality.

      Loneliness

      Only by knowing sorrow can we understand joy. Only by feeling lonely can the wonder of companionship be appreciated. In the desolate moments of deep loneliness, the world may be seen in a new perspective of beauty. Then and only then can the individuality of all be understood, unmarred by superficial defects.

      It is better to be physically incomplete than to suffer the mental anguish of loneliness. In a world geared to friendship, or at least to acquaintance, stop a while, be lonely, see the plight of the old man who turns to drink for friendship, to the streets for companionship, to the park bench for comfort. Stop a minute and with tears welling from the depths of your lonely soul, listen to the happiness of others, yearn to be part of it, cry because you are not.

      All your neatness and trimmings, your finery, what

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