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Robert L. Martin

POETRY: * Influenced by the passion and vibrant imagery created by the words of Khalil Gibran, Pablo Neruda, Grace Chacon Leon, Catherine Stanger, Cory Garcia, Nelson Reyes, and J Ann Crowder. * Author of six books; "Wings of Inspiration," "Rhymes of the Joke Machine," "The Air Almighty," "Martin's World," "Secrets of the Wind," and "Mother of Life." (published by Cyberwit.net), Published works in Mature Years, Alive Now, Torrid Literature Journal, Universal Oneness Anthology, Taj Mahal Review, Inkling Magazine, Page & Spine, Charles Carter Anthologies, Purpose Magazine, Terror House Magazine, Brief Wilderness, Cowboy Poetry Press, The Voices Project, Aberration Labyrinth, Long Shot Books, Academy of Hearts & Minds, Blue Lake Review, Gival Press, The Higgs Weldon, Funny In Five Hundred, Verse-Virtual, Wilderness House Literary Review, White Liquor Mag, Ygdrasil Literary Journal, Poetica, Green Silk Journal, Madswirl, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, Poet's Pen, Storyteller, FreeXpression, Poets' Espresso, Long Story Short, Oddball Magazine, Asinine Poetry, Write On!!, American Legion On-Line, Pegasus Review, Prayerworks, Stepping Stones, Love's Chance, Poet's Haven, Jerry Jazz Musician, Fullosia Press, The Sheltered Poet, The Belt and Beyond, Blue Minaret, and Ego Phobia. * Wrote two chapbooks entitled "In Reverence to Life" and "A Sage's Diary," (published by In His Steps Publishing). Won two poetry awards (Faith and Hope) and appeared in many anthology books. MUSIC: * Playing, writing, and arranging music for most of life. * Studied music at Westlake College of Music in Hollywood, California in 1958 and majored in piano. * Played in the 82nd Army Band in Stuttgard, Germany from 1962 until 1964. * Played in the Jimmy Dorsey Band in 1965. * Played in a band in Bergen, Norway in 1966. * Composed score for Dr. Ira Cochin's Rally George in Valley Forge children's play. * Playing the organ at 1st Methodist Church in Wind Gap, PA for the past thirty years... THE REST OF LIFE: Born in Ashtabula, Ohio, and moved to New York City shortly thereafter. Got married in 1984 and had a wonderful daughter in 1985. Can be found at his home in Bangor, PA at his keyboard, or in front of a yellow legal pad, pen in hand...

Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England – 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan) (aka Eddie Guest) was a prolific English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People’s Poet. In 1891, Guest moved with his family to the United States from England. After he began at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then a reporter, his first poem appeared 11 December 1898. He became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, Guest was widely read throughout North America, and his sentimental, optimistic poems were in the same vein as the light verse of Nick Kenny, who wrote syndicated columns during the same decades. Guest’s most famous poem is the oft-quoted “Home”: It don’t make a difference how rich ye get t’ be’ How much yer chairs and tables cost, how great the luxury; It ain’t home t’ ye, though it be the palace of a king, Until somehow yer soul is sort o’ wrapped round everything. Within the hi how are you there’s got t’ be some babies born an’ then... Right there ye’ve got t’ bring em up t’ women good, an’ men; Home ain’t a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute; Afore it’s home there’s got t’ be a heap o’ living in it.” —Excerpt from “Home,” It takes A Heap o’ Livin’ (1916) When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face, Lift your chin, and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace, When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you can do. You may fail, but you may conquer— See it through! —Excerpt from “See It Through” Guest’s most motivating poem: You can do as much as you think you can, But you'll never accomplish more; If you're afraid of yourself, young man, There's little for you in store. For failure comes from the inside first, It's there, if we only knew it, And you can win, though you face the worst, If you feel that you're going to do it. —Excerpt from “The Secret of the Ages” (1926)

Alfredo Jiménez G.

Nací en la Ciudad de México en 1967, año del Señor (equivalente al año cero "pepper" de la "beatlemanía"). Desde muy pequeño mis padres me miraban con preocupación, pues no parecía igual que mi hermano o mis primos. No me gustaban los deportes, las pelotas me llamaban la atención sólo por su condición esférica, pues esta forma geométrica es mi favorita y parece ser que la de Dios también, pues las burbujas y los astros tienden a esa figura enigmática. En lugar de correr tras un balón me pasaba la vida leyendo todo lo que llegaba a mi alcance. En casa no abundaban los libros, así que leía historietas o revistas, de las cuales aún conservo una vasta colección, porque aparte de mi extraño hábito de leer también tengo la costumbre de guardarlo todo. Es probable que mi verdadera vocación sea la de museólogo. Afortunadamente para mi, un vecino, padre de dos amigos de la escuela primaria, era un lector voraz y en tardes memorables me dio mis primeras lecciones de Literatura. Me regaló libros, lo que a mis padres no pareció gustarles mucho. La primera obra literaria que leí en mi vida fue "Tom Sawyer" de Mark Twain, después le seguiría "La cabaña del tío Tom" de Harriet Beecher Stowe. Ahí me di cuenta que los libros pueden cambiar al mundo. Con los años, gracias a las becas tuve la oportunidad de comprar más libros y luego descubriría las Bibliotecas que son para mi lo más cercano al Paraíso. Actualmente vivo en una de ellas, la que he podido conformar en décadas. Es fácil que me encuentren en todo lugar donde se vendan libros viejos ¡Amo ese maravilloso olor del papel añoso! A los doce años mis amigos leídos, no conocidos, me urgieron a escribir. Con un terrible miedo a la página en blanco empecé a hacerlo, para terror de mis amados padres que ya se habían resignado a vivir con mis rarezas, hasta me regalaron una máquina de escribir, que desde luego tengo conmigo todavía, es una Olivetti Lettera 32 y ¡Funciona! El tiempo que transcurre muy a nuestro pesar, ha hecho que se acumulen nueve libros de poemas, tres novelas, una obra de teatro y un guión cinematográfico. Todos pecados míos, guardados bajo llave en un lugar donde no pueden hacer daño a nadie. Lo que se mira en Poeticous es una breve muestra del pasado, cada intento de poema tiene el año en que fue escrito. Además de cosas que no me puedo callar, escritas a partir del 2013. Todos desaliñados como su autor. Los versos de cada poema, están como los dientes de Cervantes: "Mal acondicionados y peor puestos". Si han llegado hasta este punto de mi biografía son ustedes un Monumento a la Paciencia, igual que Job. Cordialmente, Alfredo Jiménez G. Eterno aprendiz de poeta.




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