Dear Letter

Dear… I know who,

My future wouldn’t have existed without you digging through my life. You see, I’m cornered by the corners of my residency. This leaves my mind lonely at times, between the ocean blue. One, two… three four. Four walls. Two… exits. Either a leisure passage using stairs or a fatal fall from the window with the stained glass. Hm, my point is that I’m buried… because of… you. I’m what I’d like to call a “thinker.” The purpose of other souls doesn’t concern me. You see, I’m really a madman. But, I’m not mad, man. Yeah… you just couldn’t resist listening to those… those… ehh! Don’t make me angry as I write this! You really, really don’t wanna’ see me when I’m upset. Promise. Not again. Oh, I almost forgot! This future of mine, it’s very unstable. Without your guidance and valuable motivation, there will be nothing at all. The space of a hidden truth will surely be broadened. Don’t do this to me, please, not now. I cannot afford to lose you now. You’re too precious to me. I will maintain awareness, however. Thank you, but never forget.

Sincerely,

You know who…

 

How Can I be Inspired to Write a Poem?

Is it difficult to compose a poem? It can be challenging to get started on writing a poem if you are not in the momentum of starting one. Inspiration sounds necessary for any writer to compose a poem. Then, where’s the inspiration? Is it inside of us?

I wrote my first poem at the age of 16 when I missed my very first childhood friend I lost in touch with during our middle school moving and transition. I’m not the type who fell in love at the age of 12 then started to write love poems. No, I didn’t realize that my first childhood friend meant so much to me until I was reaching my “blossom season”. We lost in touch because that’s the time we didn’t even own a home phone, needless to mention computers, smartphones and social networking sites. What’s more, we were too young to even know that we were supposed to keep in touch in some ways or how to keep in touch. It’s inconceivable that a person like me who grew up at such a time and such a place is now working online and my hometown also becomes one of the most chic cities in the world.

When I started to miss my childhood friend, I only remembered a few segments of the childhood moments spent with her, but all were beautiful and angelic – her big, clear and deep dark brown eyes and natural and neat hair style. I regret not to have even kept a photo of her. Memories are the only “pictures” I have of her.

I decided to write a poem about her, about those memories, so I could keep those memories and wouldn’t lose them (I was afraid of having lost in touch and not even having a photo of her, nor any other written letters or the like)

I only remembered one of our school excursions, the daily meetups and chats after school in the little public garden next to her home, and the day she came to congratulate me for attending a best middle school in our city.

So I wrote down those memories plus opening lines to form an unskilled verse that looks like containing four scenarios – Memory of Childhood. I’m not productive in terms of poetry writing. I only write when I’m inspired, and I’m not a “poet” either.

Interestingly, I have successfully built a platform for other poets and poetry lovers who are more talented. I launched LoveisLonely.com, one of the best online poetry communities in which poetry lovers express themselves with poems and make friends by poetry.

This contribution also makes me learn a lot. I see very young girls write excellent love poems because they experience this feeling. I also see a lot of lonely souls find their home here and feel less lonely when they express and communicate with the like-minded. I admire their talent. Life experiences make me more calm and therefore I cannot write poems as passionate as those talented young poets do.

If you ask me about the inspiration, I would say that it’s inside of us. The level of our passions and emotions determines the levels of our inspirations. I admit that a skillful professional writer is able to write good poems effortlessly, however, the poems that truly touch us deeply are those from the bottom of a heart, even without a skillful mind.

To write a poem doesn’t really require a lot of educational background; all what it requires is a burning heart.

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Min Min tells of her own story about poetry writing and the poetry community she built for this society.

 

Two Hands on a Clock

Too many minutes

Toe

Hand

Too many mistakes

Too many numbers

Two to nine

Six minutes five plus null

Fingers?

My?

Your?

All but full

Do not disturb, the arms on the watch are…

They are…

Toe

Hand

Wrist and claw

Aw, do not disturb

Don’t peek and knock on my door

Don’t watch the clouds circle in the skies

Don’t cry on the purple floor, asking why

Don’t grab the blades of time as they tumble

Through thin and tall, can you stand the rain?

Can you count your blessings?

Even after they disappear through the pain?

Never single the digits

Toe

Hand

Schemes are blemished and skins are skirmished

Shoulder, my time

My rain is worthless

So never does the do resume spin

Around and around

And again, around, again

From toe

To hand

The ticket on watch flickers

And so, it never stops

 

Rainy With a Chance of Clouds

This week, folklore between the bars of prison

Social standing, all but accurate precision

All but boastful incision in the term of decision

Back then, the decommission of commitment

Now, the mission to dish in the belts of felt equipment

Write me

Tell me where to find the love

On the blue Earth, there is some

But it does not measure to up above

Or may I be pessimistic and say there is none

From finger

To trigger

To chamber

To slug of gun

From bullet

From barrel

To tower of apparel, undone

Sly quote, slick coat of white towel is sung

And slung

In slum

From tooth of gum

From roof, truth is hung

Your legs, they are burdensome

But use them to run

Majority ruler, mathematical pursuer

Pond of sewer is skewered whilst dollar is fond of fewer reviewers

Never winning in the game of fame, only losing

Weather is tame and humble to those whom fumble when choosing

Fool me once, shame on me

Fool me twice, this cannot be

Death is measured by 3′s

Under the green trees, the disease of concrete streets

My friend

My family

Two of word

My foes

So happy

Account for heard

Listen

~That Dude Eddie~

Please don’t forget to share this.

Peace and love.

 

My eBook “Latex Dreams” Is Now Available In All Formats

Latex Dreams by That Dude Eddie

Hey guys, the reason I revised this post is because I removed the ebook from Lulu, Smashwords and Shoply. As of right now the only place its available for sale is Amazon.

Hey guys, I’m happy to announce that Latex Dreams (my first ever poetry eBook ) is now available in several different locations and in all formats.

 

Here is where you can find it.

1. You can find it on Lulu if you want it in PDF format. This will allow you to read it on the computer.

 

2.If you own a Kindle, you may also get it from Amazon. You can “take a look inside” here.

3.It can also find it on Smashwords in all formats (PDF, EPUB, MOBI, RTF, LTF, etc.).

4.I also have a Shoply shop now. Here, you can find the eBook in Kindle, and PDF format.

 

5.You can also download it for free on the following links, but please be aware that you will be asked to contact a survey before you download the book. It’s safe, so don’t worry. The advertisers pay me for having you take  these surveys before the download. You can also be sneaky and use a spam email address. Hehehe ^_^

You can get the PDF. format here. Or .PRC aka Kindle format here.

If you choose to download Latex Dreams and read it, please be kind enough to rate and place a review  wherever you downloaded it from (or on one of these blog posts). Also, if you be kind enough to share this blog post or the eBook from where you downloaded it to Facebook, Twitter, etc., I would highly appreciate it.

Side Note: I would like to state that I’ve put months of hard work into writing this book and I certainly feel that it’s worth more than $3.99. You can’t put a price on art. Nevertheless, what you guys think? Is $3.99 reasonable? Either way, I can always change the price.

I was gonna’ save the following for another post, but I figured I would at least mention it even though it may be slightly off topic. I’ve recently learned that Smashwords does have an affiliate program where affiliates get paid for getting books to sell from there site. I was thinking of getting some affiliates to help me as well. Anyway, just a thought. I will look into this more so later on.

Well, that’s all for now. Thank you guys for being on this journey with me. It really means a lot.  Til’ next time (sometime soon , remember to spread the love and stay positive. Hold your head high!

 

Latex Dreams by That Dude Eddie-Official Release

Heya guyssssssssssssss!!! After months of hard work on the eBook, it’s finally finished!!! Other than writing the book, I haven’t even considered that it would be a bigger hassle to have it available for download. At this moment, the eBook can only be found on lulu.com and is only available in PDF format. Once other formats are available along with locations to where the book will be downloaded, I will edit this post and include those options. Please bare with me as I’m learning It’s needless to say you are on this journey with me.

Feast your eyes upon Latex Dreams – A Collection of Poems by That Dude Eddie.

Latex Dreams by That Dude Eddie

If you read the book please don’t forget to place a review either here or on Lulu.com. Also if you guys could share this post or the ebook via Facebook, Twitter, etc. I would highly appreciate  it.  Once again, I would like to thank EVERYONE for the support. It’s been soooo fun hearing from you guys since I’ve started writing.  :D

 

Squidoo Lenses

Here is an invitation for you to join me on Squidoo.  This is a simple share, so I will keep it short.

I’m writing lenses on Squidoo and would love you to join me.

Peace and Love.