Me with you

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Me with you,
For all our days,
To navigate,
That worldly haze

By your side,
For all my life,
I your husband,
You my wife

My eternal love,
Is yours to keep,
In heaven above,
We make angels weep

A love so deep,
So pure, so true,
The perfect woman,
For me is you

I love you so,
With all my heart
Eternally yours,
Never apart

I love you, Ionia.
Always.
Forever.
Eternally.

The First Time

The first time you wrote,
A comment for me,
I could hardly know,
What this would grow to be

The first time we emailed
Privately, of course,
My heart soared and sailed
And you were the source

The first time we texted
More instantaneous now,
The fens to be excepted,
Where 3G is a sow

The first time we spoke
Your beautiful voice,
Took my breath away,
Made me rejoice

The first time we skyped
And I saw your face,
My heart it did flutter,
At your angelic grace

The first time we met,
In the physical world,
Everything shifted,
As my soul unfurled

The first time we kissed
And sizzling sparks flew,
Our lips they touched,
And our love grew

The first time we made …
Such intimate joy,
From the heavens above,
Just a girl and a boy

And all of these firsts,
Led to seconds and thirds,
An infinity of ecstasies,
That you bring unto me.

The ultimate love,
United and free,
Together always,
Is what we shall be.

Love’s Eternal Fire

The passion and desire,
That I feel for you,
Love’s eternal fire,
Does burn so true

That glint in your eyes,
That come hither look,
Let’s read together,
Love’s secret book

That smile that plays,
Upon your lips,
The suns fair radiance,
It doth surely eclipse

Angels do quell,
Their jealous rage,
Your perfect beauty
Doth theirs upstage

Love’s sweet nectar,
I drink it down deep,
Love’s sweet mysteries,
Are ours to reap

Always and forever,
Me with you,
Two hearts as one,
Eternally true.

Finally Complete

Clouds of grey,
No sky of blue,
When each day,
I’m without you

But comes that time,
Not oft’ enough,
When the sun doth shine
And I set off

Across the ocean
Back to you
The plane in motion
‘Come on crew!’

Get me to
The one I love,
Fly me in,
From up above

Back to her
I do race,
That metal bird,
Doth cross the space

A finally back,
There in her arms,
Oblivious to all,
But her sweet charms

That pretty face,
Those luscious lips,
I’m whole again,
And now complete

Once Upon a Time

There once was a time,
Nothing made sense,
No reason or rhyme,
A life of pretence.

I was always alone,
In miserable solitude,
Love unknown,
A different longitude.

And then the joy,
Of two as one,
As girl met boy,
’twas a miracle done.

And then I knew,
With all my heart,
All I wanted was you,
And life did start.

Now I know,
You’re my everything,
You fill my heart,
You make it sing.

Joy and happiness,
You bring to me,
All I want,
Is for us to be free.

Together forever,
Never apart,
Eternally united,
One single heart.

Tits and Bobs and perfectly passionate poetry

Some great ideas here.

readful things blog

Nope, not a typo.

A couple things to cover. First of all, I can’t stop thanking people for all they have done for me since releasing my book last week. Carmen Stefanescu rocked my world this morning with her awesome and unexpected promo on her site, which you can find here. http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/2015/07/guest-promo-ci-ionia-martin.html?m=1 I hate to admit that I cry, but I did.

Thank you Carmen. Love you.

Also huge thanks to people who left a review on Amazon. I was so excited I nearly peed.

Second, some questions and a few declarations.

I have new respect for all of you indie authors. I have been writing and publishing for years under a couple of different pseudonyms and have always had a publishing house behind me. Even when I put out some previous “indie” novels, I had other people working on promoting and covers and such. I didn’t do it all…

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Wilbur Took Flight

In honour of Wilbur’s first flight and the woman that I love I have penned, well typed off the cuff, a short poetic celebration of both.

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Wilbur took flight
And headed for sea
An incredible sight
A favour for me

No one would expect
A blackbird to fly
O’er the ocean intact
No one but I

Onwards he flew,
Disregarding red lights,
Over to you,
Ignoring the sights

Able to do,
This task with such ease,
To fly to you,
Whenever he please

To deliver my message,
He came from above,
And with my gage
He carried my love

He chirped in your ear,
My missive and plan
Soon you shall be,
Back with your man

Though not a dove,
He did surely endeavour,
To be a sign of my love,
Always and forever

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May Wonders Never Cease to Exist

Check out Marie’s poetry here. Excellent!

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Although I occasionally write poetry, I don’t make a fuss about it because I so rarely do it.  And because I’m never quite sure if I should call it poetry.  My poems don’t rhyme.  They don’t have a recognizable meter or structure (and I don’t even know what I mean by that, either).  They don’t measure up to the poetry of Luanne Castle or Pamela Beckford.  But I write them anyway.

And sometimes I actually submit a poem for publication.  On a lark, as it were.  As I did with this one poem, When I Said Goodbye.  I submitted it to Tipsy Lit, an indie publisher founded by novelist and poet Ericka Clay.  To my happy surprise, Ericka accepted my poem and recently published it in Volume 1 of the Tipsy 10, available free on Wattpad.

Tipsy 10 Vol 1 Cover

If you want to go directly to my poem…

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Book Review: A Poetic Proposal by Julian Froment

Wow. I just found a wonderful review of my poetry collection by Ellespeth. It appears we were in the depths of Texas on a road trip when this was posted and I completely missed it. Thank you so very much, Ellespeth.

Views From A Poet

There’s a wonderful little book of poetry, A Poetic Proposal (by Julian Froment), that was recently published and would be just perfect for romantic Valentine’s Day reading and giving. If you’ve ever experienced a long distance romance and courtship, or know someone who has, this collection will ring true to the frustration of being apart and the anticipation of being together. Dreaming and hoping:

On Gossamer Wings
On gossamer wings,
my heart it flies to you…
And soon now,
Oh, so very soon,
the body shall be along…

In the midst of these poems, exchanged with his love, the poet sneaks this one in:

Poor Poetry
I hope you never get tired,
Of my poor attempts at poetry..

Who could tire of receiving poetry from a lover? Certainly not me!

Julian Froment’s collection is like a genle, though sometimes impatient, dialogue. The words seem written to comfort even those beyond…

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