Until the words run dry And the sun and moon desert the sky Until my blood no longer turns to ink And my arthritic fingers cannot hold a pen I will continue to write my poetry Writing unburdens my heart Cleanses my soul Keeps me sane and relieves my pain So until the end I... Continue Reading →
Excellent advice from Brian Geiger, Editor of Vita Brevis, submitting poetry, rejection, and choosing the right publications.
by Brian Geiger
If you’re here, you may have read this (or something like it, elsewhere):
We appreciate your submission. However, we’ve decided that your work isn’t a good fit for Vita Brevis, and we won’t be publishing it. But don’t be dissuaded–very few of our poets have been published on their first try! Read over some of our work, make sure your submission meets our exact guidelines, and then choose a new batch that you deem relevant. We make these decisions based on theme- and style-based criteria, so don’t take it personally! Thanks so much for your contribution! We hope to hear from you again.
We’re rooting for you,
The Vita Brevis Team
That’s a rejection email. Chances are, your first submission to Vita Brevis earned you one of these. If that’s the case, you’re in a pool of about 75%. Or maybe I only accepted one poem of the five you sent in for…
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Poetry is Art Created from Words Words that are carefully Chosen To create Images In a Reader's Mind If you look Closely You will Find The Love Between The Lines ~The Tennessee Poet~ ©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved
It's a long, long road We travel on Through this thing called Life Rivers and roads Guide us on our journey Which road to follow Which river to cross Both decisions must be made Should we choose The road less traveled by As Robert Frost had done Or the road to Mandalay As Rudyard Kipling... Continue Reading →
A great poem by Pam Ayres!
A friend of mine forwarded this poem to me and I thought I’d share…it sure made me laugh!
The missus bought a Paperback,
down Shepton Mallet way,
I had a look inside her bag;
… T’was “Fifty Shades of Grey”.
Well I just left her to it,
And at ten I went to bed.
An hour later she appeared;
The sight filled me with dread…
In her left she held a rope;
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor,
And then began to strip.
Well fifty years or so ago;
I might have had a peek;
But Mabel hasn’t weathered well;
She’s eighty four next week!!
Watching Mabel bump and grind;
Could not have been much grimmer.
And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!
She struggled back upon her feet;
A couple minutes later;
She put her teeth…
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In his hour of darkness The hurting had begun It always came No matter what he did Or where he was It was always there Like it was waiting He closed his eyes But sleep doesn't come There's nowhere to run Nowhere to hide He prays for relief But that makes it worse In his... Continue Reading →
It was the beginning The beginning of the end The very day it began Was the ending of the beginning The way it began It almost ended But it didn't end It began So it was So it is So it always will be For the past year, I have posted daily. I have been... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I cried Will my tears Make a difference Or will it all Remain the same Were the tears I cried From my heart Or were they hidden In the corners of my soul The elders say that yesterday's tears Become tomorrow's memories So Que Sera, Sera Whatever will be, will be For the past... Continue Reading →
It was a strange feeling One not easy to describe It wasn't a case of Half empty or half full He was way beyond empty He felt nothing He had no words He no longer cared His mind, once so vibrant Was no longer there He had no hope Sadness hung over him Like a... Continue Reading →