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    Royal City Poets 5, 2015
    Royal City Poets 5, 2015
    Royal City Poets 5, 2015
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    Royal City Poets 5, 2015

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    Poets in this anthology
    eileen clyde; dominic dicarlo; carla evans; kathy figueroa; jaz gill; alan girling; amy girard; alan hill; ruth hill; candice james; roberta joehle; deborah l. kelly; janet kvammen; bernice lever;, susan mccaslin; andrew pa
    adele thorne; rkin; valerie parks; nasreen pejvack; nancy pilling;chuck puchmayr; anna raasveldt; julia schoennagel; elizabeth houlton schofield; cynthia sharp; d.n. simmers; celeste snowber; lisa strong; lilija valis; bryan vogler ; colleen vogler; skye weste; sho wiley; glenn wootton; lausanne yamolky

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSilver Bow Publishing
    Release dateJun 11, 2018
    ISBN9781927616390
    Royal City Poets 5, 2015
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    Silver Bow Publishing

    Silver Bow is a Canadian Publishing Company established in 1987. We strive to publish the best of both new and established writers in both print and ebook format. Company Overview Canadian Publishing Company (poetry, non fiction; fiction; novels,anthologies, short stories) We accept manuscripts from the international community. Query first before submitting Contact Info info@silverbowpublishing.com silverbowpublishing@gmail.com

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      Royal City Poets 5, 2015 - Silver Bow Publishing

      ROYAL CITY POETS 5 2015

      by

      Silver Bow Publishing,

      Published by Silver Bow Publishing at Smashwords

      Copyright 2015 Silver Bow Publishing

      ISBN 978-1-927616-39-0 (e-book)

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      ROYAL CITY POETS 5

      Cover Photos: Janet Kvammen

      Cover Design: Janet Kvammen

      Layout & Design: Candice James

      Editing: Candice James

      Proofreading Kathleen Katon Tonnessen

      All rights reserved including the right to reproduce or translate

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      Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

      silverbowpublishing@gmail.com

      © 2015 Silver Bow Publishing

      ISBN 978-1-927616-39-0 (e-book)

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      Email: silverbowpublishing@gmail.com

      "Everything is blooming most recklessly;

      if it were voices instead of colours,

      there would be an unbelievable shrieking

      into the heart of the night"

      ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

      "Every day we should hear at least one little song,

      read one good poem, see one exquisite picture

      and if possible, speak a few sensible words"

      ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

      Poets in this anthology

      eileen clyde

      dominic dicarlo

      carla evans

      kathy figueroa

      jaz gill

      alan girling

      amy girard

      alan hill

      ruth hill

      candice james

      roberta joehle

      deborah l. kelly

      janet kvammen

      bernice lever,

      susan mccaslin

      andrew parkin

      valerie parks

      nasreen pejvack

      nancy pilling

      chuck puchmayr

      anna raasveldt

      julia schoennagel

      elizabeth houlton schofield

      cynthia sharp

      d.n. simmers

      celeste snowber

      lisa strong

      adele thorne

      lilija valis

      bryan vogler

      colleen vogler

      skye weste

      sho wiley

      glenn wootton

      lausanne yamolky

      between the thin pines ~ candice james

      (poet laureate, city of new westminster, bc)

      i see you walking toward me,

      between the thin pines,

      dimensionalizing into my realm.

      you are frail and old.

      dressed in a blue-plaid,

      worn and faded, cotton robe.

      you are smiling a questioning smile

      right into the core of my existence.

      you seem so small between the thin pines

      dotting this enormous emotional landscape

      we are standing on in this dream…

      if i turn my head you fade from sight.

      i close my eyes for a minute; then open them

      and see you growing taller between the thin pines;

      looming larger and covering my spirit with your desire;

      your need to be with me again…

      if i turn my head you fade from sight.

      i close my eyes for an hour; then open them

      and see you standing beside me

      close enough to touch, but still, just out of reach.

      i don’t know what to do.

      you’ve been gone so long, so permanently,

      with no possibility of coming back,

      but you have come back;

      and i don’t know what to do

      because i did carry on without you

      into a new life and now, here you are

      wanting everything to be just like it was;

      but that was then;

      and this is now;

      and i don’t know what to do…

      so i turn my head and you fade from sight

      into the impermanence

      between the thin pines.

      alive in the paint ~ candice james

      (poet laureate, city of new westminster, bc)

      from shadow to light, purple to white

      nestled in between death and life

      i pick up my brush in the candle-glow

      to paint an emotion i know will flow

      with passion, lust, love and romance,

      fabulous rhythm and eloquent dance.

      where the blessed, frail and obscurely quaint

      are part of the brilliance, alive in the paint.

      then i take a step back, and step out of the picture.

      i analyze the paint and survey the mixture.

      i put down my brush and cross the floor,

      gaze into the mirror that hangs on the door.

      i stare at my image in shock and surprise

      at the secrets hiding behind my eyes.

      i see evidence of old truths tossed away

      where guilty pleasures held court and held sway,

      dipping my world into ebony ink,

      clouding my judgement ‘til i couldn’t think;

      couldn’t differentiate right from wrong,

      a symphony from a rock’n’roll song.

      so i polished my breath until it came to rest

      on the satin lapel of an artist’s vest.

      stars twinkled, emerged as darkness undressed

      i fell to my knees and humbly confessed

      the world began spinning a bright shade of white

      as i moved from the shadow into the light

      delighting the eye in the sky i suppose

      because it applauded in quiet repose.

      now, if i listen closely i still hear the sound

      of that one hand clapping…the other one bound.

      then the sound slowly fades; becomes very faint

      but something still breathes…

      alive in the paint.

      lost edge ~ candice james

      (poet laureate, city of new westminster, bc)

      i’ve lost my edge

      in synch with the fading essence of my perfume.

      i am half-sleeping beside the television,

      one eye pealed, watching all the stations at once.

      in the corner of my mind a jukebox starts to play.

      the strings on my guitar

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