Thursday, May 11, 2017

Always Dreaming

Always Dreaming

By John Kaniecki

Win, place, or show
You never know
Who will be in the money
At the Kentucky Derby
Horse racing’s biggest stage
Mesmerizing rage
The crowd is screaming
Here comes
Always Dreaming
Out of the gate
He could scarcely wait
On the muddy track
Behind Classic Empire
Always Dreaming on fire
Never looking back
State Of Honor faded away
Always Dreaming won the day!
Nine to two was the pay
The lesson of the Kentucky Derby story
Is one of endless glory
And of course
Never underestimate a one eyed horse
Let’s see if he got what it takes
To win the Preakness Stakes
Always Dreaming might just be bound
To win the coveted triple crown

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Washed Up Poem By Lynn White

Washed Up

By Lynn White


So many dead people
caught in the crossfire
created by the the money men,
the arms traders,
the super ego-ed politicians.
They lie dead where they fell.
Flesh and blood transformed to
fertilizer to nurture the seeds
and grow the crops, in a future
they will not see.
Their bones decaying to dust
to form the building blocks
of homes they will never inhabit.
Dying where they fell,
over there, not here
and not looking like us.
Unseen or soon forgotten
by us here.


But the dead washed up
on holiday beaches
look like our flesh and blood.
They’re wearing our clothes.
They’re washing up to haunt us
in the Old World.
Then there’s the living,
washed up alive
and by any means necessary
moving on to bear witness,
if any one is listening.
To bring the horror home
to those who created it
in the Old World.
Bringing it home to the Old World,
but not as yet to the New.

A poet featured in Peace Poems. 

Friday, May 5, 2017

The Soldier

The Soldier

By Rosalie Calabrese

Sent to fight
In the land
His parents left
Before he was born,
He faces the enemy
And sees himself.

Prepared to shoot,
He cries out,
“My brother,”
But his words
Do not travel 

As fast as a bullet.


A poem from Peace Poems.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

We took Christ off the Cross By Wilma Kenny

We took Christ off the Cross

By Wilma Kenny

Where we had let Him hang
A barbed crown pressing
Ever down
Ever down
Ever down

Tenderly you and I
Laid Him down
Laid Him down
Laid Him down

Cleaned His wounds red flaming
Raw with dirty rags found at the
Side of our thoughts and deeds
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds

I tried to heal the holes in His feet with goodness
To fill the gaping hole in His side with prayer
to kiss away the holes in His hands with Love
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds

Next you tenderly removed the crown
embedded deep into His brow. You said it
would ease the pain you held inside you
Still we bleed
Still we bleed
Still we bleed

We threw ourselves onto
His body broken by man’s
Rage.You said there is
No way out
No way out
No way out

I felt a hand on my shoulder a
Light touch, a faint breath of
warmth encircling our loneliness
I love you
I love you
I love you

Christ said.
  
We heard these words
turned and saw Him
scarred but standing
Take my hand
Take my hand                                                                        
Take my hand

Slowly we touched the holes
Placed our Hands in His
Placed our lives with Him.
It was us who needed Life
Who needed Him to wipe
Away our bleeding tears.

He is risen
He is risen
He is risen


Wilma is a Christian from Belfast N.I. 

Friday, April 21, 2017

Poetry Book Opportunity To Be Published

Do you want your very own poetry book published?

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is John Kaniecki. My poetry has been published now in over eighty outlets and I have written four poetry books. I have also just finished editing my first poetry book. (I will post the links to my books at the end of this short article.)

Of the four poetry books three were published by small publishing companies and one was self published. (When I say self published I don’t mean through some company but through my own efforts.)

The reality of poetry is that it is very difficult to sell. Most of the poetry books that I have sold were either to people I knew or to friends of friends. However I do have success in selling my books on Facebook. The method I use is that when a friend on Facebook has a birthday I offer to write them a free poem. As such I hope that they will purchase my work. This had brought moderate success.

In all honesty self publishing is a waste of money. You get a little for a lot of money. While it is beyond my scope to make a total statement I would safely say that most self publishing companies are a rip off. They do very little for you and take in a whole lot. This is especially true in poetry where editing isn’t as much of a necessity as in writing prose.

Small publishers vary in the amount of effort they put into supporting your books. A legitimate small publisher will provide all of your services for free. They will provide cover art, get you an ISBN number, format your book, and get it for sale on their website. The small publishers get paid a commission on sales. Also when you the author order books for your personal sales they make a small amount on each book.

A big publisher won’t touch a poetry book unless you are famous or somehow you could generate thousands of sales.

I write poetry for the love of it. I am a Christian serving as a volunteer missionary for almost nine years now in the South Ward of Newark, New Jersey. I don’t believe in money and I feel that capitalism is a system of exploitation.

So here I am kicking around ideas in my head on how to survive. I am a full time caregiver for my wife and I can’t work a regular job. Thus I have invested a lot of time in my writing; in addition to poetry I writer prose and song lyrics. I haven’t had enough success to take care of my finances so I am looking into other matters.

I am contemplating a business where I will publish poetry books for other people. I will charge a nominal fee for my efforts and you will get the complete package. That is a cover, a back cover, an ISBN number, a formatted book and I will also get you available on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles and the other conventional online sellers. You will keep one hundred percent of your royalties.

Presently I am in the baby birth portion of this endeavor with this being my first announcement. I want to work out the kinks in the system. So if you want me to do the process of publishing your poetry book for you I will at this point do all the services for a fee of $225.
 However you must live in the vicinity of Newark, New Jersey or at least be willing to travel close to me.

For a very limited time if you purchase my four poetry books, my memoirs, my science fiction book and two horror books, (all in hard cover where available) and write reviews on Amazon I will publish your poetry book. That would amount to less than eighty dollars. 

Please contact me first in this regard. I will only work with manuscripts that I believe in. There are two reasons I am doing this. The first is the publicity. I firmly believe that I can deliver to you a quality product and a happy customer would be the best advertiser. The second is that I am testing interest of the general public.

Under these conditions I cannot deliver a hand made cover and I would have to rely on templates created from photographs.

Once again please contact me first for this limited offer. 

If you have a great book of poetry that fits my philosophy of life and writing that would certainly help the matter. 

Please contact me at- johnkaniecki67@gmail.com

If you want further services such as improving the poetry that you have written I can assist you in that matter as well.


Here are some links.  






A Poet’s Words

By John Kaniecki

If I was a sage
I’d say something wise
If I was the devil
I’d whisper sweet little lies
If I was a prophet
I’d tell of things to be
If I was your master
I’d set you free
If I was a singer
I would sing you a song
If I was a judge
I’d forgive you of your wrong
But I am just a poet
Simple and plain
So I won’t say anything

Because words are vain