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Where to get: Free Verse in Useless Times

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Just a little shameless self promotion : As you may or may not know, I have been working on publishing my first poetry book and it has now hit the “e-shelves” -“Free Verse in Useless Times”
I really hope you will buy and enjoy it –  the poetry in the collection been described by one reviewer as ” lovely and sometimes profound” it’s $3.99 US and if you do, please also consider leaving a review. Both would mean a lot to me. You can purchase it through iBooks, Indigo and Chapters Kobo or on Smashwords, the self-publishing site that I have used. Here are the links:
***Please feel free to pass this on to any family and any friends that you may think of that may enjoy contemporary poetry

Apple’s iBooks – https://itun.es/ca/X_5S_.l

Indigo/Chapters Kobo – https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/free-verse-in-useless-times/9780995003309-item.html

Smashwords -https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/600267

Thanks for considering and again, best of the season and a very happy New Year!

Thank you for your support !

Peter

Beach on Infinity

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There’s a secret beach I travel to ..

Beach on Infinity

 

And we walked along

the guarded path

where the pygmy loves

could not tread,

to the sands of the sacred beach

on a sea of infinity,

to that place in the sand

where the setting sun

froze and

stood still as a pearl.

And our dreams crystallized

into cast

grains of salt

all around us.

There with our feet

grounded In the sand

of a cosmos

of a million realities,

Our love became

a piercing of the heart.

Our tears became bubbles

that rose upwards

and burst into the air

that was thick

with the moment

of a golden light,

and with a fleeting

despair,

quickly melting

into a night of stars.

From “Free Verse in Useless Times” by PWChaltas

End Song

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There was a man
who thought about the past, that thought
His life was
Ending, future nonexistent,
and suddenly
one
day
he opened his eyes,
looked around
and realized
the wealth
that was about Him :
his friends,
his family, his health,
his loves,
and all
the many places
of his habitation
In others:
the souls,
that were
Mirrored in his soul,
And his soul that
was mirrored
in theirs,
and he realized:
this was good,
that in
this unity
itself there
was no other Existence;
that could be truer,
No greater longing
Than for this
Happiness;
And instantly
in the
Now,
he was
at peace,
in this place of
Kindred
Soul.

Frida

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Frida

imageYou came
Last night
a dark shadow,
As all wandering
Souls do
since Eurydice
In floating cones
and cylinders.
Your presence
Unfelt since
Wandering
The blue walls
And easels
Of your existence,
An
Eye In the place of
The coyotes.
Your flowered
Flowing
Beauty,
A Nocturnal Black
Graced with
hanging
Silver,
Flesh held in place
By rods of steel
And torture,
By the things
That eased your pain:

*Love,

*Pigment,
red as blood
From the back
Of Trotsky’s head
Or from ears cut
by Aztecs warriors,

*Two beds to rest in,

*And your
tiny
Prayerful
Lily white devotions
Crucified on walls,

A Maternal fabric
Behind glass walls
Caged.

A gift sealed in bedrooms.
for certain times.

The cathedrals
And Cortez’s bed
Lie In the place
of Aztec ruins
By your side
In moonlight .

Atlas and Lovers

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At the bottom

Of the world
Atlas strains
to lift his burden.
At the top,
Two lovers embrace.
The male lover
chained to
rock of earth,
She amorously
attacks
And picks at him
Winged,
Like a tender hawk,
An angel.
And G_d
has skewered
The world in a middle
Place with
His staff,
Like an apple with
a piece displaced.
He suspends it
And holds it
firmly In its’ place.
Atlas lifts only
What he can bear,
although his
Burden is thought
Unbearable,
And the lovers
Although chained
grow anew,
and curious,
suspended,
They
Float In the air,
Their love,
A flame of
Sweet terror
And
Furious.