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W.O.L.F

Hello everyone!

I’ve not been on WordPress for a while, work has been rather hectic and tiring these past couple of months. I have plenty of your email posts to catch up with too!

Now, you may be wondering what W.O.L.F stands for in the title. Let me shed some light and give you some exciting and also terrifying news too.

My home town of Wolverhampton is hosting its first ever literature festival on Friday 27th January to Sunday 29th January 2017 and it’s called:

Wolverhampton Original Literature Festival

I was asked if I would like to read some of my poetry and I must say I was rather apprehensive but I said yes! So on Saturday the 28th January 2017 at 4.15pm me and four other writers are sharing a two hour slot and we’ll each have about 20 minutes reading time.

It’s a really exciting thing to be a part of but also I am quite terrified about it all! I’ve got a headache just thinking about it but I want to do it, I reckon it will be fun 🙂

This is where it’s happening and the other four performers: Arun Kapur, Abda Khan, Romalyn Ante and Sabbi Kaur

http://www.wolvesliteraturefestival.co.uk/arun-kapur/4593335808

YIKES! And I thought Open Mic Nights in my local pub were scary!

Deep in the moment

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Deep in the moment
waking my thoughts
whilst removing thoughts
from my waking moments

I look out the window
and see she is doing the same
deep in the moment
busy creating
whilst removing moments
from my waking thoughts

I return to my moment
to find it has gone
I replace it with tea

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Facebook

I’ve gone and done it, I’ve joined Facebook again.

https://www.facebook.com/Martin-Shone-Writer-343677749345429/

Not quite sure what I’m doing on there, and it all seems rather confusing but I’m there so come say “Hello” 🙂

I’m also on Twitter if you want to pop along there too 🙂

https://twitter.com/SilenceHappens

as winter rips

Leaves shiver so
as winter rips
as they cling to life

Birds peck frozen earth
as winter rips
as they cling to life

Woody blood slows
as winter rips
as they cling to life

Time is silent
as winter rips
as each moment

… dies

The Heart of Things

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Peace comes from within
where in the heart of things
there beats a solitary tear
a single droplet of hope
crying for unity

Peace for us all

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Sharp echoes

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Sharp echoes of crows
tumble through the trees
scratching green paint off the leaves
to reveal autumn’s gold

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