Michael
Abramson
Poetic
Always
If you cut
your teeth on my words,
you will be sharp enough to eat with the best of them.
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I MYSELF AND I
Writer, poet, storyteller, fantasist,
lover, humorist, and purveyor of truth, who sees the world as it is,
unforgiving yet beautiful, and who knows he cannot live in it forever,
yet knows he will never die. An unassuming often child-like buffoon
full of the devil and full of life.
Paperback $15.00
Ebook $7.99
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(vol1):Poetry through stained glass Publisher:ISBN 1-58898-481-8 |
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(vol2) Poetry Through Stained Glass Publisher: ISBN 1-58898-508-3 |
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(vol3) Quotations, quotations, quotations Publisher: ISBN 1-58898-629-2 |
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(vol4) Poetry Through Stained Glass Publisher: ISBN 1-58898-677-2 |
Description:
A wonderful original new series of books in poetic form written by Michael B. Abramson, (AKA Poetic Always). Full of humor, insight, truths, fantasy, love and life, no matter how ridiculous they sometimes appear.
This author is sensitive, kind, and humorous, yet
sometimes poignant and satirical. Regardless of his mood, he will take
you on a trip that I think you will enjoy. He will take you from belly
busting humor to deep thought-provoking mindful interludes. He will do
this with his adept use of his original quotations, poetry, satire, puns,
alliteration, double-entendres and fantasy. His work is clever and amusing
as well as thoughtful and musing. Life, love, laughter, and language are
subjects from which he draws his strengths.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
If when you read and like my little quotes
go ahead and buy the book, you'll need not take a lot of notes.
Just memorize and learn one quote each day,
and like the bard of Canterbury they'll hear what you will say.
Alas, alack, the time has come to dig into your purse,
so that you may start each day with yet another poem or verse.
I know you will enjoy as I, this tiny bit of life's small pie,
So eat it fast, or eat it slow, but don't forget to eat it-----go.
At night I'll often toss and turn,
And roll from side to side,
And wrestle pillows in my bed,
As a thousand thoughts of you and others,
Are running rampant through my head.
It's then I'll often raise my arm,
Turn on the light and grab my pen,
And put some words upon some paper,
So that I'll not forget them then.
When morning finally comes once
more,
I'll see them in a different light,
And feed them into my computer,
Where they'll stay safely out of sight.
How far those thoughts have traveled
now,
To find their final home,
From you to me and to my bed,
And then at last to my computer,
They did roam,
Another day, another night,
Alas another poem.
Information:
Aside from his creative writing , the author has designed hundreds of antique
African Trade Bead necklaces.
