Each Day is a poem come to life. Good days, miracles. Bad days, termites.

This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.

The lovely cover is done by @springgfield :) Go check out her stories :)they are pretty good Poems about love.... Every word is from the bottom of my heart...So I hope that you shall indulge yourself in these words written by me... well my heart actually who just simply doesn't shut up... :p( not that I want it to... I mean I don't want to die:p

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

#6 Spiritual. Wattpad Featured. The battle for life and the winning of love, from World War 1 to the Millennium. A collection of (very) short real life stories and one or two poems. 'Waiting for Fred Astaire,' 'No Child of Mine,' and other memories were given to me by wonderful women and men who taught me everything that matters to me now. They told and retold, telling without saying, until I began to understand. The lesson never ends. I remember, and loving them, learn still. Thank you so much for reading. Your comments and thoughts are so welcome and such a great help. As I got older I simply thought these memories would die with me. I can't believe they are now being read in over 90 countries! It is really amazing. Thank you again :))) Keep in touch. Follow for more news and stories. I'll put the kettle on. Come back soon:) © @RosyCarmelina all rights reserved. I found the beautiful cover picture on the wiki creative commons page which feels just like the right mood for the love that cooks these stories. By Milanography - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=40692746

poems

An eclectic and sometimes prickly bunch of poems which will hopefully give you a pocket breath sized piece of my mind. Which may be more or less than enough. Enjoy! Comments and critics welcomed. I'm slowly adding poems, hopefully one a week.

chick: am i a people? chicken: no, you're a chicken chick: do chickens come from people? chicken: no. chickens come from eggs. chick: are eggs born? chicken: no. eggs are laid chick: are people laid? chicken: some are. others are chicken anyway, these are some of my eggs...

There's dirt under my fingernails, sawdust in my hair. I'm proud to say I hammer nails. Install toilets. Hang drywall. Welcome to the construction zone. Note: I've had to "unpublish" a few poems from this collection because they are going to appear in various magazines. Sorry if you missed them. And a big warm thank-you to all the readers who read and commented and supported me. You've helped me grow as a writer. Hugs to you.