Poet - Jayden Price is proud to announce that his 2nd book of poetry, published by Entry Way Publishing is available now!
Enjoy the following rhymes as they are samples of what you'll find in this beautiful tabletop edition:
Push the comfort zones
In everything you do
Then dare to thumb your nose
At the labels placed on you
Those breadcrumbs left behind
Represent an honors course
Where uncertainty’s the norm
When straddling this horse
At times it bucks and kicks
Defiant in its right
Testing our resolve
As we lick our wounds at night
It stops beyond the trees
Dismounting from the steed
On ground that few achieve
Some doors aren't meant to open
And will never close again
Awaiting deep inside
Are tears that never end
I understand the lures
They require your biggest fight
Those steps of no return
Will haunt you every night
Wisdom comes with time
And the smart ones heed advice
The elders know the rule
Only fools roll the dice
It’s the little things that count
To amass and form your whole
All doorknobs seem to glitter
Though it doesn’t mean they’re gold
The Magistrate’s Pronouncement
On this solemn occasion, with the full knowledge of the participants and desiring a solution beneficial to both parties, I hereby legally terminate the marriage of poetry and prose.
Those who protest may do by filling writs. Their disappointment shall be noted. I find no longer viable the holy bond between prose and poetry and declare the two divisible.
Though prose and poetry are free to remarry, I would wish they allow for sufficient time to recover from their strife. The legal doctrines governing divorce and dominated by concepts of canon law apply.
I grant a decree of divorce on the basis of incapability. Albeit there has risen examples of adultery and abandonment. I make invalid their marriage. I dissolve all ties between prose and poetry by powers invested in me by the Roman Catholic Church.
The separated state shall commence on this day, February 20th, 1998. I grant absolute divorce. The marriage-dissolution granted to both parties. As the two were both innocent and injured. However, in the face of considerable evidence, Poetry shall be able to obtain relief (that is, monies) from Prose who has done some wrong the recognized grounds for payment may be attributed to willful misconduct, adultery, nefarious bad language, desertion; habitual drunkenness; conviction of a felony and impotence. The offenses amounting to cruel and inhuman treatment.
Their brief marriage has caused much concern. The conflict of irreconcilable differences. All attempts have failed as renew vows between prose and poetry. The actual viability of the marriage had not a chance in Hell. They got on each other’s nerves.
Moreover, their love affair was mere infatuation, and as poetry is without fault. A good kisser and well-mannered and perfect in every way, she could not be expected to sustain her vows with the glump, which was prose. He was a dog. A man of devious intent. Prose was a drunken sot.
Poetry was angelic. Perfect. Musically inclined. Intelligent, beautiful, not given to vulgarity. Well-bred, most proper, not all jaunty. Poetry was cherry cheeked.
I declare the two separate and apart. Proses gruffness and poetry genteel nature proved glaring and at odds. Incompatibility for this doomed marriage. The two bickering in public places. Throwing fits. Harsh words between the two have passed.
Not since their honeymoon have they felt the wild passion. Indeed, after the first month they stopped holding hands. Whispers soon turned into shouts. Harsh murmurs. The endless misunderstandings, spats. Strident and clumsy the collapse of loves union.
(The incompetent matchmaker who put the two together has been reprimanded. How preposterous he should think that poetry would endure the oaf. Sloppy dresser, vagrant, bigamist, loud mouth, braggart, cigar smoker.)
And with solemn and sincere apologies do hereby grant prose and poetry divorce.
Respectfully, The Literary Magistrate
In my many poetry readings, I have attempted to bring poetry to a wide audience, both adult and children. My goal is to share my enthusiasm for poetry, celebrating the beauty and vitality of language. I believe I possess a lyrical voice that will awaken the minds, open the ears and light the eyes of all ages.
Poetry remains a powerful force. A poet laureate should serve as an example for those to appreciate the many virtues of the craft generously offered up for consideration.
I am wishful my work exhibits a proper dose of hyperbole. A sense of discovery, irony, and wryness and misadventures in wild metaphors, paradox, symbols, free associations, non-sequiturs, and an enduring sense of beauty and what we hold sacred.
ARCHIVES OF THE WARRIOR
“For thousands of years, great battles were fought by great
warriors. These brave, fearsome and highly skilled individuals
sometimes sacrificed their bodies and souls for the thrill of
defeating their enemies and opponents in battle.
However, all battles have consequences both in victory, and
in defeat. In a way, all humans have a warrior’s instinct…an
instinct that might be hidden deep inside. Some may have an
instinct that lies just beneath the surface.
There are many ways to describe the ways of the warrior.
This is the way I describe it through the eyes of my pen.”
Eric Traynard Saxon