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hi how r u?fine i hopelong time since we have talkedwell reply soonand i have written a new poem check it outhttp://postpoems.com/cgi-bin/displaypoem.cgi?pid=700360
Thanks Ron for all you do for others.Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web
Thanks Ron for being who you are as a man and as a poet.Thank you most of all for all your help and support for other poets.Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web“TOM ZART’S 308 P0EMS”You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 308 poemsof love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at=http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htmTom ZartARCHIVESGlobalSpecialOperations101http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.htmlThe Poetry of Tom ZartPoems of Love, War, Faith And MoreBy Tom Zart “Soldier For The Lord”Most Published Poet On The WebAuthor of LOVE WAR AND MORE POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOULPoets as a rule are high on adventureLike wondering bards or prophets today.Embracing hearts and minds with wisdomCasting through verse their visions at play.Poets have their dreams and their nightmaresOf love, life, death, faith, and war.They feel the pain and tragedy of othersEven those they’ve never met before.They fan the flames of human compassionWith their stories of the failings of man.Professing to follow a higher powerAs they recruit whomever they can.Poets are the bell ringers of the soulAs they depict the past, the present and beyond.They sound their alarm of what lies aheadAs the missteps of man live on.© Tom ZartMASTERS OF VERSEMY FAVORITE POETMy favorite poet is God aboveWho gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.Not pied pipers of misguided soulsWho promote distrust, hatred and crime.Poetry is nature serenading in songThe peaceful roar of the oceans waves.The wind through the trees and over the hillsAnd the flowers in the fields by the graves.The sound of rain as it waters the thirstyThe songs of children at play in the park.The far off rumble of trains or thunderAs they pass through the night in the dark.The joy of our babies first words and stepsThe passion of life with its heroes and clowns.The on going struggle to survive our sinsAs we proliferate in hamlets and towns.My favorite poet is our Father of loveWho was first to know us before birth.His poetry prolongs every thing we loveAs His deliverance gives life its worth. MASTERS OF VERSEPoetry is one of Earth’s oldest artsPracticed long before words of print.Every race had its masters of verseIn caves, huts cabins or tent.Stories in verse were handed downFrom one generation to another.The first told of love, war and moreAnd how to survive each other.As man became more civilizedHe could not help but wonder within.Verse then took on a deeper meaningWith stories of faith, superstition and sin.The act of reciting became in demandAs verse began to advanceEvery tribe, city, town and villageHad someone who gave words romance.Today’s poets are on the World Wide WebThough many seem spiritually ill.Thank heaven for all who still have God’s giftTo compose, teach, comfort and fulfill.EDGAR ALLAN POEOne of America’s most famous writersWas born in Boston, January of 1809.Both his parents were failing actorsAnd his father was drunk most the time.In 1810 Edgar’s dad disappearedHis mother died soon after.A childless couple took him inRaising him with love and laughter.Edgar had a Negro nurseWho brought him to her quarters.There he listened to ghost storiesFar beyond earthly borders.The strange tales he later wroteMay have come from her inspiration.The words she used to describe deathGave Poe his taste for sensation.The Allans moved to EnglandWhere Poe attended boarding schools.There’s no doubt his time spent thereSharpened his skills as tools.Returning to Richman and back in schoolHe began to compose new verse.Heavy debts forced him to leave collegeAs his life took a turn for the worse.Poe caught a ride on a coal barge to BostonWhere he was unable to find employment.A young printer agreed to publish his poemsGiving him hope and enjoyment.Penniless, Poe enlisted in the armyAnd was accepted to West Point in 29.Poe couldn’t stand not being a writerSelf-imposing his dismissal from The Line.Afterward he became an editor and criticAnd married his cousin who was thirteen.Six years latter he discovered she was dyingSuffering once more the unforeseen.He went through periods of insanityCaused by grieving and functional fall.He smoked opium and drank too muchTill at his doorstep death would call.Edgar Allan Poe the master of verseStill lives in our hearts todayFamous for The Raven and other great worksMay his soul rest in peace we pray.WHISPERS OF THE HEARTPoetry consumed is where wisdom beginsAs we heed to the whispers of the heart.It’s easy to blame others for our dismayWhen from ignorance we refuse to part.Verse is a beacon of hope in the darknessTo help us navigate the pitfalls of strife.Far more people write it, than read itAnd that’s why there’s endless conflict in life.I write poems to help fuel the lightBy sharing what God has given me.With stories of life, love, war and more.Where heroes pray on bended knee.THE POWER OF POETRYPoetry is the lighthouse of lifeGuiding the lost from a stormy sea.Without it’s presence darkness prevailsKeeping us from all we can be.Poems are used to convey passionBy poets of both good and evil mood.Some are hateful others lovingSharing thoughts to be consumed as food.Verse can lead us to glory or doomAs we partake with others within.Depicting our past, present and futureWith words of man’s grace or sin.People write poetry because they have no choiceAnswering to the call of their gift.Where some tend to pull their readers downOthers compose to give them a lift.Always remember the power of poetryIs used by both heaven and hell.It’s up to us to choose our pleasureAs poetry remains alive and well.DIVINE INTERVENTIONI never write a poemThat doesn’t write itself.I catch a buzz and come aliveLike a puppet off it’s shelf.Hearing many voices,Whose words are never mine.My pen becomes a painter’s brushForming visions on a line.I seem to be a better person,When it’s time to sit down and write.A higher power guides my handSharing wisdom by day and night.People born to create,Have no choice but to perform.It’s the rush of sharing their giftThat elevates them from the norm.What would our world becomeWithout intervention from above?Angry beings in a revolving cageWith no sense of passion or love.ALL POETS SERVE A MASTERMost poets have a bit of SolomonShakespeare and Poe within.Constantly eager to share their visionsOf love, life, joy and sin.Some guzzle whiskeySome sip wine,Some prefer colaAnd feel just fine.Some smoke potOr suck cigarettesSome abuse drugsWith lifetime regrets.Some attend churchAnd sing of God,While others make funAnd call them odd.All have a purposeWhich drives them to compose.All serve a Master,Who by free will, they chose.POETRYGod has always had his poetsWho he watches with love from space.But Satan has his poets tooWho try to lead us from our grace.King Solomon was a poet Who spoke of love, life, death and war.That lips were like threads of scarletAnd that breasts were roses and more.The wild birds sing and flowers bloomAs clouds form figures in the sky.But only humans will write poems That shall last long after they die.The eldest sister of all artsWhich some have called the devils wine.Poetry is but pure passionTo stimulate the heart and mind.A GOOD POEMA good poem paints a pictureFor both your heart and brain.It doesn't need a second chance To make its meaning plain.A good poem is like the flowerThe lily or the rose.God plants it in a poet's brain And there its beauty grows.A good poem like a cardinalIs pregnant with song;You can’t help but hear its messageAs it sings what's right or wrong.A good poem helps us rememberWhat the joys of life are forIt makes us want to love someoneTill death comes knocking at our door.GOD’S POETSThe prize jewels of any nationAre the philosophers of the heart.How they think is universalFor it’s God who makes them so smart.Most poets tell the truth of lifeThough they may wrap it in beauty.It's their passion, not their purposeTo compose is but their duty.Poets have no reason to lieWhen the truth is always so clear.All that others say and doIs but food for the poet's ear.One merit of a poet's work,Which most people cannot denyThey say more and in fewer wordsTo illuminate you and I.God sent His poets down to earthWith words of wisdom and of worthThat they might touch the souls of menAnd bring them back to Him again.All Poems By Tom ZartSoldier For The Lord
Thank you very much. I have completed working on my second book of poetry it will be titled 'Time For A Change' I fully expect it to be better than the last one. I also have completed a book of children's stories, they are the familliar stories retold from an Afro-Centric point of view, I plan to call it 'Fairy Tales From The Hood' I am currently looking for an illustrator as all of the stories have already been written.
Hi Ron!I'm a Publish America author and new to Shelfari. I'd be interested in joining the PA group but see that an invitation is required. Would it be possible to get one?Thanks!Lindalakrueger.com
Hey My Shelfari Friend!Just wanted to give you the heads up on my novel “Lovely, I Die” Available now!A housewife turned serial killer. “FOR EVERY WOMAN WHO WANTED REVENGE BUT ONLY IMAGINE IT....VANESSA DOES IT FOR YOU! A secluded housewife with dissociative identity disorder conceals human body parts in her sculptures. That would be the headlines of the Houston newspaper if she’s ever caught.Vanessa Morrison never plans to see those headlines. She never planned to become a murderess either. She wanted excitement in her secluded world of clay sculpturing within an abusive marriage, but nothing like this. When she discovers her husband’s affair with her neighbor Angela Reynolds and the scheme with her psychologist to institutionalize her, she realizes everyone around her is strategically placed. Vanessa is not sure whom she can trust and spirals headfirst into her personality disorder. Killing her victims one by one concealing them inside her sculptures. To Order…Go to www.freewebs.com/novelistgal/ orwww.publishamerica.com“Don’t Forget! I’ll be on Shelfari’s group “ Flappers” “ Book Read for April” for my novel “Hypnotic” Hope you ordered your copy! Amazon.com, Barnes & Nobles, etc..I’ll see you there!Shayla V. McClellon
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Happy 2K8 Ron!I am announcing to my shelfari friends the release of my new novel, Owen Fiddler. If you have 2-3 minutes, check out the trailor at:http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=49d099d08ef155b496d32e&skin_id=601&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url
Dear Ron,Merry Christmas.Have a good holiday.Best wishes
Hi Ron, thanks for approving my friend request :-) Could I join the PA authors group? I'm also a PA author. Thanks!
hi how r u?long time no see.anyway i wrote a new poem check it outhttp://www.postpoems.com/cgi-bin/displaypoem.cgi?pid=669688
I am a PA writer and would love to join th PA group!
Hi Ron,I wanted to invite you to visit Shelfari Author Review at http://shelfariauthorreview.blogspot.com/ if you'd like to read my book review and interview. Be sure to leave a comment for a chance to win a free book!
Hey, Ron-Nice website, really artsy layout, colors, etc. You're getting some fine reviews, man! I enjoyed your sample of poems also, especially "Unattainable Desire."
I like your attitude & profile. Getting to know other authors, relatively new one myself.
Thank you so much for the quick response.
Thank you for accepting my request to add you on my contacts. I hope to learn a lot from you.
well this site u have givin me accepts manuscripts from only america and canada and i don't belong to none of the states so what should i do?
thanx 4 ur review on my poetry i hav more work ready but i don't see i good way to present my self well net is good but i really want to be published as a real writer/poet and couldn't find a publisher(Its not that i much search any)
Hi Ron,Thanks for your submissions to Blue Turtle Crossing. I've started updating the site, hope for a Sept 1 launch. Colleen