"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

Buy happy with poetry - it lasts.

Table of Contents Free Verse: Gypsy Acrostic-Etheree-Reverse Etheree: Tenderness Pantoum: Mystic Waters Conceit: He's Like a Shawl Haibun: Diamond Moon Refrain: Lushness so Lusted Haiku Trilogy: Hunters Anaphor: Out of the Rain Aliliteration: Savage Seasons Dectine Refrain: The Moon as Muse

This collection of poetry features 40 of the 75 poems from my latest book Pomegranate Flesh. You are most welcome to vote and comment and follow me. The poems in this collection show Strider's gift of being able to weave words into creative and surprising configurations. He manipulates words to do his will, taming them with his love for the sounds, rhythms and cadence of language. The result is poetry that is fresh, wild, sensual, and new. His poetry lulls the reader into hypnotic and sensual trances with imaginative renderings of lush landscapes of the mind, body,and nature. Pomegranate Flesh is a wonderful compilation of poems, resonating with a poet's passion for life, love, and language. The Pomegranate is the national fruit and symbol of Armenia. It represents fertility, abundance and marriage. One ancient custom widely accepted in ancient Armenia was performed at weddings. A bride was given a pomegranate fruit, which she threw against a wall, breaking it into pieces. Scattered pomegranate seeds ensured the bride future children. http://www.lulu.com/shop/strider-marcus-jones/pomegranate-flesh/paperback/product-20444424.html http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pomegranate-Flesh-Strider-Marcus-Jones/dp/1291117318/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1390655580&sr=1-1 Content Warning The compilation you are about to read is intended for mature readers due to some sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.

She told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

A collection of short free verse poems and thoughts on current events in my life.