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Stormy Monday Poetry & Books


Stormy has several poems and books also available.

 

It is my wish that somewhere within the fragile threads of your deepest emotions, within the light castle of your private thinking…. that you will awaken to a voice tucked quietly in your deeper stream of feelings.  That, at least one piece of my writing will touch who you are inside… and in its path, pull a smile or a quiet tear from the spirit inside your spirit.  From that, my reward will be thousand-fold.  We shall share the treasure.  

SOUL SEEDS is a collection of Stormy Mondays Award winning Poetry, his powerful abstract sketches and thought provoking inspirational messages. “I am the Storm, wrote he, “and I am a flame that burns in the candle of time. I am a spirit… and the wind may call my name. A voice moves deep within me as the eye found within my soul, whispering guidance. Calming the unrest that I , at times, may feel. It is peace I find when my dreams touch me with warmth… and though fate is truly unknown, it is ever sought… through the window of my eye.”

THE PAWN is an exciting erotic adventure. Stormy does 360 degrees with this one. This sizzling story is filled with passion and surprises that will truly ignite your inner- flame. Don’t miss this one!!! Self-published  in the early 80’s, you’ll be very lucky to find a copy of this golden treasure.

THE SECRET PATH is a philosophical trek through the mind of an elder, as seen through the eyes of a child. … “I told you in another time… I would come again.” This book is a collectors item! A treasure!

These books, as a collection, or separate, would make a great gift to anyone that collects the ‘Works’ of Stormy Monday. There will be constant updates and surprises on my site, so keep coming back. Release dates will be listed for the books as they happen. In the meantime, enjoy the new Stormy Monday poem each week.
ON THE HORIZON…. Stormy’s newest book will prove to be his most accomplished and greatest book to date.         ‘FRUITS FROM THE POISONOUS TREE‘…  follows the life of an addict in active addiction. This book is a How-To find yourself book that will be answer many often asked questions about the chaos and madness of addiction. It will be released sometime early in 2019. Maybe sooner.

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I will leave you … MY OWN ORIGINAL POETRY FOR YOU TO ENJOY. THE POEM OR THOUGHT WILL CHANGE OFTEN. So, Here we go… KEEP COMING BACK.

THROUGH THE EYE OF THE STORM..

FALL WAS A PAINTBRUSH
HELD BY THE SKY…
AND THE SKY WAS AN EAGLE
TRYING TO FLY.
ON WINGS CALLED TOMORROW
SPREAD FAR AND WIDE…
THE EAGLE SOUGHT VISIONS
THAT WERE TOO STRONG TO HIDE.

I WILL HIDE YOU, SAID THE STRANGER,
I WILL TUCK YOU AWAY..
I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING
TO LEAD YOU ASTRAY.
I’LL WHISPER SECRETS, NO- ONE HAS HEARD,
I AM A WISEMAN…
YOU’RE ONLY A BIRD!

THE EAGLE THOUGHT LONG,
TOMORROW SLIPPED BY…
THE WINGS OF A LIFETIME
LIFTED TO FLY.

BUT, THAT WAS THE MOMENT
THE STRANGER APPEARED,
WITH HIS WHIMSICAL FANCY
ON THE ROAD THAT HE STEERED.

MUST I LINGER IN YOUTH?
THOUGHT THE EAGLE…
TO BE WHO I AM…
LISTENING TO STRANGERS
THAT DON’T GIVE A DAMN.

MY WINGS, THEY’VE GROWN STRONGER
I’M WISER TODAY…
STRANGER, YOU MAY LEAVE NOW,
I SEEK MY OWN WAY.

BUT, TAKE AS YOU GO,
MY THOUGHTS THAT HAVE GROWN
WITH REMNANTS OF A PAST…
FEW COULD HAVE KNOWN.

EXAMINE DEEPLY
THOSE THINGS THAT YOU’VE HEARD,
BUT, YOU ARE THE WISEMAN…

I’M ONLY A BIRD.

                             77 C STORMY MONDAY

 

 

Hi everyone, Here’s some more work …

Through the Eye of the Storm….

I painted five hundred Paintings…
What do they mean to me?
They mean I didn’t go insane.
A place i thought I’d be.

Five Hundred Paintings I did paint.
Traveled through my mind so well.
Stretched my thinking past itself
to escape deep mental Hell.

You may say, What do you mean?
Can this be for real?
Your skills are high, your talent soars,
tell us how you feel.

Well, through latitude and longitude
I have traveled deep.
My feet not moved one single step…
The hills and valleys steep.

The journey far, around the World…
into my very soul,
surrounding me with dueling thoughts…
encompassing control.

Who will win, I don’t know…
Some would grab a gun.
My destination is quite apparent…
Here comes five hundred and one!

(Actually, I’ve painted well over 700 paintings to date.) April, 2018