Blog Tour: Dreams of Love by Pamela


Description: Poetry is an expression from deep within the soul. It can be therapeutic and healing. It can bring out all the best or the worst in life. Her poetry comes from the heart, not the head. It is an outpouring of emotion and she exposes it to reader in the pages.

Various poetry forms are explored: free verse, tanka (5-7-5-7-7), doidotsu (7-7-7-5) and etheree (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10).

Dreams of Love

Dreams of you and me
Together in ev’ry way
Your lips pressed to mine
Assuring me of your love
Dreams of love eternally

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pamelaPamela began writing poetry in just the last year. She is a nonprofit executive by day and spends her hours trying to be sure that everyone has a chance for a good life. Pamela is passionate about her job and it spills over into her writing. Dreams of Love is her debut poetry collection. Pamela feels that poetry can be very personal but invites you into her soul as you read her poems.


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Poetry by Pamela
Year ‘Round Thanksgiving Project


What use is technology,

It hardly ever works

Then the companies steal your money

It really isn’t funny.


Whatever did we do

Before we relied on it

My opinion is

It just makes the world more shit.


Some things are great

Things we can’t do without

But what the use if everything

Is always going up the spout


And yes I know that I wrote this and posted it using technology, but technology that always works…

From across the ocean blue







From across the ocean blue,

I’ll always come to you

By land, by sea, by air

To my love most fair


And when I finally get there

How I did I’ll no longer care

Once I’m back there with you

There is nothing we cannot do


I’ll kiss those lips so sweet

And wrap you in my arms

Hold you tight for always

Until the end of days.


I am not sure that this actually qualifies as poetry, but I felt it, wrote it. You make up your own minds.









Without you by my side,

Is not how it should be.



Always and forever,

That’s better, all is right.



All is dark and dull

Nothing makes any sense



As one, united in love,

Makes my world complete

Deadly Sins by Kori D. Miller

Check out this information for Kori D. Millers, ‘Deadly Sins: A Dezeray Jackson Mini Series’, have a look at the excerpt below, and head on over to Readful Things Blog for Ionia’s interview with the author.

AuthorFlyerDeadly Sins: A Dezeray Jackson Mini-Series ** Excerpt **

I opted to walk the four blocks from my apartment to the New York City office of Tracer International. It was my last day. By this time tomorrow, I’d be heading to Omaha, NE. A free house was an offer I couldn’t refuse. And, Omaha would be a welcome change of pace.

“Dez.” Sam Walters greeted me as I stepped out of the elevator on the 20th floor.

“Sam.” I kept walking. He tagged along. The office was like every other place I’d worked. The elevator door opened and the reception desk was all you saw. To the right, a door led to the back offices and cubicles for entry-and mid-level investigators. That was me. I waved my ID in front of the sensor. There was a click, and the lock released.

“You’ve got one more assignment. Becker dropped it on your desk an hour ago.”

I checked my watch. It was 7:30 a.m.

“He said I should go along with you.”

I stopped at my desk. A file rested in the center. I’d cleaned everything else out last night, not that it amounted to much after two years. It all fit in a shoebox. I opened the file.

“It’s a stolen-property case. The client doesn’t want the police involved. I’m not sure why.” Sam plopped down in a chair next to my desk. He was an entry-level investigator.

“Sasha Alexander? Why do I know that name?” I asked more to myself than to Sam, but he spoke up anyway.

“Socialite. She owns a gallery in SOHO.” He twirled a pencil between his fingers.

“Wait a minute! Not that gallery?”

“One and the same.” He grinned.

“Christ.” I dropped the file. “Let’s go.”

We grabbed a taxi. Screw the trains. It was my last day. Company-paid expenses are a privilege I’d be without in about 24 hours.

Alexander’s gallery fit in perfectly with all the others in SOHO until you walked through the doors. I paused on the street in front and took a deep breath.

“Let’s go!” Sam, always the eager one, reached for the handle. People pushed past me on the sidewalk. I followed Sam through large, ornately-carved wood doors into a small alcove. Heavy, plush, red drapes hung from the ceiling, blocking our view.

Sam pulled one of the drapes aside, allowing me to enter the gallery.

“Oy,” I mumbled, and took it all in at once. Some things can’t be unseen.

“Wow” was all Sam could manage to say.

© 2014 Kori D. Miller – Fremont, NE –

Dreams of Love

Check out Pamela’s beautiful collection of love poems ‘Dreams of Love’.

Dreams of Love

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It will be well worth your time to head on over to Pam’s blog here for more examples of her work and to find out a bit about this great writer.