Friday, July 1, 2016

EDITORIAL

WELCOME
TO
OUR POETRY ARCHIVE
Born within a dream
To see beyond the world’s realm
It is to be seen
~ Stacia Lynn Reynolds ~

As poets, we have aspiration of purpose which move us beyond what the world perceives with their eyes. We see, within our minds, images that produce thoughts of emotion. We push beyond the world’s realm, building our castles in the air. Whether our castles are built upon the illusions of the imagination, or actualities of truth, we provide the path for delivering the objects which we envisage. We contemplate and consider every aspect of life, observing the world with the purpose of expressing our observations. We take in what we perceive, reflect upon our perceptions, then write beyond what the physical eye sees into a melodic rhythm of words.

Every writer has a purpose and place in this world. Every writer’s words matter and make a difference; building upon the foundation of written words in the literary world. The unique diversity that makes Our Poetry Archive strong and strive, is the mutual respect and admiration of every writer. We recognize that everyone is born within a dream, seeing beyond the world’s realm, and is seen in each word expressed. We are making an effort to expand our horizons, uniting poets and poetess from across the world in one mutual cause. So as poets, poetess, readers, and supporters of OPA, we must constantly endeavor if we are to succeed in the pursuit of totality; combining into one harmonious mix.

Robert Frost was quoted…
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.”

Let us all make a difference in the world, uniting for the cause of respect and admiration of expressed thought through our words. Let us build our castles in the air, going beyond the world’s realm, because we were all born with a dream, and so shall we rise with a purpose.

May all our dreams live on and stars shine bright through every edition of OPA, along with the monthly spotlight shining upon “The Poet of the Month.”

In the July Edition of OPA, we are pleased to introduce Poet Thomas DeAngelo in his own words. We appreciate every participant who has agreed to be interviewed beginning with Ana Nedelcu, followed by Sandy Sass, then Michael Marrotti. It has been an exciting adventure, and a great pleasure reading everyone’s answers from the interviews. We are also pleased to announce August’s Poet of the Month, the beautiful and inspirational poetess Irsa Ruci. We look forward to learning about her writing experiences and aspirations as well.

Those who would like to participate in our upcoming editions, please send at least three poems and a profile picture, along with the explicit confirmation of your permission for publication in OPA well before the 21st of every month. Our mail address is ourpoetryarchive@gmail.com

Author Stacia Lynn Reynolds, editor, sincerely thanks each and every poet, poetess and reader who is actively involved in this wonderful blog and continued support of Our Poetry Archive.

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THOMAS DE ANGELO

OUR POETRY ARCHVE FEATURED
POET OF THE MONTH
Thomas
De Angelo

July 2016


OPA How long have you been writing Poetry? 

THOMAS I started writing in my teenage years, but it became a once in a while occurrence in the mid 1980’s; starting back up in the past five years seriously.


OPA Who is your favorite Poet? 

THOMASI I really don’t have a favorite, poetry is like a novel to me. It must hold me attention; not confuse me in order to enjoy the writer’s intent.


OPA What are some of your favorite genres to read and to write?

THOMAS History mostly, but I do like reading about people as well.


OPA If you are published please share with us your book.

THOMAS Reflections of a Life, a poetry book.


OPA Who or what was your inspiration behind it?

THOMAS Personal life events… sometimes thoughts come to mind and I write…. I just write.


OPA What has been the toughest criticism given to you as a writer? What was the biggest compliment? Did those change how or what you write?

THOMAS Not being understood would be my toughest criticism. Biggest compliment would have to be someone telling me “you can do it,” “I believe in you.” How and what I write comes from in me, not other minds.


OPA When you sit down to write, do you do it the old-fashioned way with pen and paper or do you use a computer? Do you prefer one way or the other?

THOMAS I have to say using my cell phone since it is the handiest piece of equipment that I carry with me.Yet I do use paper and pen at times.


OPA What is your favorite poem you have ever written?

THOMAS It is no longer is on paper. some years ago I had 30 years of work burn up in a fire. My favorite was a poem I wrote for a contest in 1992, I believe that was the year. it was titled “The Poet.”


OPA What do you do when you are not writing?

THOMAS I drive a Motor Coach for a living. When I am idle, I write. Otherwise when home I try to relax, watching sports on the television.


OPA Compared to when you first started writing, have you notice any big changes in your writing style or how you write compared from then to now?

THOMAS Yes, I have: when I starting writing poetry I was writing poems in four stanzas. Since, I have learned to enjoy writing Haiku poems and find myself writing poems longer than four stanzas.


OPA   What do you look for in a book when you sit down to read for fun?

THOMAS Simply to hold me, keep my interest and to bring me within the story.


OPA What has been your favorite part of being a poet or and author? What has been your least favorite?

THOMAS My favorite would have to be the calm it gives me, along with how it keeps my mind traveling. Don’t think I have encountered a least favorite as of yet… this is something I enjoy. Wait, there is, the struggle getting my work seen.


OPA When you walk into a bookstore, where do you head to first? Why?

THOMAS Poetry section, why?  Well, I am a poet and like to find other works from other poets. I can also be seen looking for older books. 


OPA Did you get to quit your day job and become a writer and or author or do you still have a day job and writing is something you do for fun? If you still have a day job, what is it?

THOMAS Have not yet quit the day job, yet want to so it may give me proper and fair time to my writing, which gives me peace of mind. Besides I have come to enjoy creating.


OPA   What has been the strangest thing that a reader has asked you?

THOMAS Don’t feel any question is a strange, only strange question is the one not asked. Don’t you think so?


OPA Besides writing and reading, what is your most favorite thing to do?

THOMAS Drive, watch a sporting event and cook. Those would be my favorite three, I could go on but that could take up too much space.


OPA Did you have any teacher in school that encouraged you to write? Did you take their advice?

THOMAS To write, mmmmm, I don’t recall ever hearing a teacher recommend writing to me. For me it happened naturally.


OPA   We all have our little things when it comes to reading, is there anything that bugs you when you read a novel? What is it?

THOMAS As I mentioned earlier, an Author not grabbing my attention, it has never been easy to hold my attention.  


OPA   What do you listen to when you write? Do you find one type of music over another that inspires you to write? Why?

THOMAS It doesn’t take music alone; It could be on a train ride. I think it is the rhythm in music, or the sounds around me that help.


OPA   On a typical weekend, what can we find you doing? Who are you with?

THOMAS Let me see, am I working at my “day job” or working at writing. If neither, mostly alone watching sports or just taking in life.


OPA   What genre are you most looking forward to exploring during your writing career? Why?

THOMAS My early work started with murder, yet I found myself writing a love story between an old man and a bird.


OPA   What are you currently reading?

THOMAS I don’t read much; work and writing and sleep take up the vast amount of my time. If the time finds its way in-between the things that keep me busier I might be looking at current event readings.  


OPA   Who are your favorite authors?

THOMAS I really do not have a favorite author at this time.


OPA What 7 words would you use to describe yourself?

THOMAS Simple, caring, curious, traveler, healthy, open-minded and hardworking.


OPA Is there anything else that you would like to share or say to those who will read this interview?

THOMAS The following are links to where my poetry book, “Reflections of a Life,” are available:




Stacia Lynn Reynolds and Deborah Brooks- Langford, of the editorial team, sincerely thank you for your time and hope we shall have your continued support.


THOMAS DE ANGELO


Thomas
De Angelo

YOU'RE MY LUSTFUL LAND

You gave up that body
You sacrificed yourself,
To me....


You became my canvas
Of pleasure
Such be, my place to be.

Strapping you up
to trophy you.

This be that time
You will be punished
For giving her to me
But the punishing
will be my enjoyment.

Oh please do… Is all you can say
That is where You wish to be,
Oh, how you wish you were
How you wish to be

.... I will dive in on you
With a grab too tight on you
Hold you …
…. Until you pop
I will keep you under my hurricane.

You will be
the land I hit
The land my storm on
Pressures of a category five.

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DRIFTING ABOUT IN A DREARY CLOUD.



We spent a long day
Wheels rolling side by side
Why in this dreary rainy day
Worries came giving no divide.

That search began fragmented
Thus from the East to the West
Time seemed to be all we collected
That return East, it was no contest.

The sky was turning colors and shapes
The clouds seem to be clearing
The winds blowing the rain to the straits
The rain disappeared causing me no weeping.

Such was the start to end in such joy
Such were the plans unknown of its stress
Such would it come to be the real Mccoy
Such fuss, o how it ended like a success.

All in all what a day that could have ended worse
All for a small bit of stuff to fix the other set of wheels
All through the messy water spill from a cloudburst
Although I cared only not to end on a news reel.

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ODE TO A SHADY NIGHT

WOW,

All that happen
During the night
To which little occurred

And to think, little said
Little directed the "Shady" night
Behind a shade pulled night.

WOW,

To all that joy
Came pleasures of coy
In short, it's no playing toy

I give this in reply
With feelings of catching your eye
With thoughts of laying in the rye.

With so many thoughts of you
Dare there be a smooth sky in blue
Knowing the clouds are not soft like you.

WOW,

What waves will be sailed
Yet, rough as the waters to be
Souls will ride the harsh swells.

Keeping defiant eyes in desires steer
Watching for the unwanted detours
Live on in the clearings ahead.

WOW,    That "Shady" night !

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Devoted in our sails

It can be a silent night
You know the kind only two hearts share
Where it's all you feel, two hearts pounding
Tugging at reasons not to part.

When two hearts beat without layers
with sounds devoting to be forever
unlike the shores departing waters
Staring into the night full of pleasure.

Searching for no more within
Newly bound by two hearts
Two sounding souls to begin
The love shared sort deeply.

Holding strong a bond of lustfulness
keeping one upright for its final kiss
That’s in me, for you alone
A moment time will forget it knew.

Gazing into my eyes for more twilight's night
With a piece of me, that calms your craving
Into the arms that beckoned my calling sight
For the dawning hours erasing our penetrating.







WHEN I THINK OF YOU.

WHEN I THINK OF YOU, I SEE THE STARS
YOU HAVE TOUCHED MY HEART TO THE HEAVENS
WHO AM I,
TO HAVE BEEN TOUCH WITH YOUR LIGHT
FROM NOW, UNTIL THE “END OF TIME”

WHEN I THINK OF YOU,
I SING
WHEN I THINK OF YOU
I SEE STARS
WHEN I THINK OF YOU,
I'M OVERCOME BY A
SPLASH OF MINT IN ME

WHAT HAS HAPPEN TO ME
I SEE EVERYONE ADMIRING
WHAT HAPPEN TO HIM,
SOUNDING LIKE A BIRD
AM I STRANGE OR JUST
HAPPY TO FEEL YOU IN ME

NO OTHER TOUCHED MY HEART AS YOU
GENTLE AND POWERFUL
SOFT YET, DELIBERATE
WHEN I SING, I HUM WITH YOU IN TUNE
YOU TOLD ME SUCH UPLIFTING
DELIGHTFUL THINGS
THAT KICK MY STEPS______
THERE IS NONE OTHER, THEN YOU
TO MAKE ME FEEL NEW
YOU TOOK A GAZE
AT YOUR DREAM AND FOUND ME.

WHEN I THINK OF YOU
I SEE NOTHING IN THE WAY
WHO AM I,
WHO WE ARE TOGETHER,
WE ARE HAPPY,
OUR OWN JOY AND PRIDE
WHEN I THINK OF YOU
I THINK OF HOW YOU GAVE ME
WHAT NO OTHER SAW FIT_____
ALL I SEE IS TWO NEVER AGAIN APART
WHEN I THINK OF YOU,
I SING
I SKIP STEPS
TO YOUR BEAT
WHEN I SEE YOU,
I SEE ME, IN YOUR DREAM -- TOGETHER,
AS ONE SOUL ……. YET TWO MINDS BEING ONE HEART…….

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THOMAS DEANGELO