Poem of the Day

End of Days

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 06:59:00 +0000

The poem of the day is going away, sort of speak. I have a new blog that I will be using. I will post everything there, from poetry to stories to updates and everything in between. If you would like to be signed up for my new blog then please resond with a yes.

Please Look at This

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 09:28:00 +0000

Out of the five blogs I have I have more people signed up for my Poem of the Day than any other blog. I know I have not been posting many poems lately, and I'm sorry, but this blog is on my list of things to get back on track.
Liking what I write is important to me, so I am posting this link here so you can take a look at what I have in the wood works. Please take a look and let me know what you think. Feel free to subscribe to the blog the same way you have signed up for this one. Just place your email address in the Feedburner section.

Here is the link. Hope you enjoy:
http://maxmpowerfanclub.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-many-books-have-i-written.html

Book Signing Reminder

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 09:21:00 +0000

Greetings everyone. Hope your 4th was a pleasant one. Happy times had by all. With the 4th now behind us it just draws an important date to me that much closer, July 11th, the date of my first book signing. I’m more nervous than anything else. I just hope I don’t disappoint.
To help with that I have a few goodies and surprises in stored. First of all, I will be passing out free bookmarks and copies of the first two chapters from my upcoming novel, The Guardians. Anyone can take one even if they do not buy a copy of The Story Teller.
The Story Teller is the book that will be on sale at Barnes and Noble at Deerbrook Mall in Humble, Texas. For the first 20 people to purchase a copy of The Story Teller I will give them a copy of Trials of Life for free. For the first 10 people to purchase a copy of The Story Teller a T-Shirt for The Guardians will be given away.
I will be signing books from 1pm to 7pm. However, from 2pm to 3pm I will have a special guest author with me. Her name is Dorlana Vann and she will be passing out bookmarks for her book Death, which includes Jaclyn’s Ghost and Passage to Mesentia, I can tell you that both stories are a GREAT read.
Enjoy the rest of the week and I look forward to seeing you on the 11th if you can make it. If not I will be posting pictures of the event on my website next week.

Max M. Power

Hats

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Wed, 20 May 2009 06:28:00 +0000

This is the hat for my newest novel, The Guardians. The hat comes in black with white letters or pink with white letters but the heart will be in red. Let me know if you are interested in getting one and I will send you details.

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Wed, 20 May 2009 06:13:00 +0000

I have a book signing coming.

July 11, 2009

From 1pm to 7pm

Barnes & Noble - Deerbrook Mall

20131 Highway 59

Humble, Tx 77338

Hope to see you there

May 19, 2009

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Tue, 19 May 2009 15:53:00 +0000

Recently the world lost a wonderful man. He will be missed by all who knew him. He was my uncle and I was blessed to know him, even for a short time.

Phil

You taught me so much,
More than you will ever know.
Your actions were louder than any words,
Your love for Jesus, heart, body, and soul.

We did not talk much,
But you always treated me kind.
My dear loving uncle,
You were a rare find.

So young and arreagant was I,
Thinking I knew what the Bible had to say.
You never tried to change me,
Telling me to stay true to the Lord everyday.

You led by example,
You practiced what you preached.
Your actions taught me so much,
You had plenty left to teach.

I say goodbye dear uncle,
You will truely be missed.
I am strong in my faith because of you.
May the Lord bless you with HIS gentle kiss.

Max M. Power

March 18, 2009

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:11:00 +0000

When I seen this girl something hit me and hit me hard. I wanted to jump off that bus, pick her up and take her home with me but I was a teenager without a job, what good could I have done. I weeped for her, what good could I have done indeed.

The Girl

I see
A young girl staring at me.
She asks me with her eyes,
“Is there more for you and I?”
Leaning on an old wooden fence
In front of houses that looked broken and bent.
She hopes there’s more for her,
Like fine clothes and coats made of fur.
She wears a flower in her hair
To show she’s kind, gentle, and fair.
So she will keep staring until the time comes,
When she doesn’t have to live as a bum.

Max M. Power

March 13, 2009

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 18:53:00 +0000

I wrote this right out of highschool, about a year. I graduated in 1996 and I wrote this on April 16, 1997. I actually dated my work for a few years.

I’m So Happy

I’m so happy,
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve never felt this way
And my happiness comes from you.

You make me smile,
And brighten my day.
I know I can find comfort,
In the wonderful things you say.

I’m so happy,
I can’t believe it’s real.
Someone actually cares,
About the way I feel.

There’s really nothing I could say,
To make you see,
Just how happy
You make me.

Max M. Power

March 11, 2009

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 14:57:00 +0000

Like I said, I found a book I made of all the poems I wrote back in high school so here it goes, try not to laugh to hard at my dorkness.

What I've Found

Everyone’s looking for someone to love,
Someone they can call their own.
And I, for one, have had enough
Of being on my own.

That being the case,
I have a promise to make.
As I look into your beautiful face,
My heart is yours for you to take.

I will always be true,
And never cheat,
Because I love you
Cause you’re so sweet.

People spend their whole lives
Searching for what I’ve found.
Even husbands and wives
Don’t have a love with its feet on the ground.

What I’m trying to say
And sometimes its hard to do,
Is don’t ever go away
Because I love you.

Max M. Power

Upcoming Weeks

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 11:53:00 +0000

WOW!!! What a difference a trip down memory lane can make. I found some of my old notebooks and journals I kept from high school, mostly poetry I wrote and stuff I liked at the time and copied it down. Looking back, it was even in cursive, before I started printing everything, now that IS old school.
Over the next couple of weeks I will be posting things I wrote back in high school. Last night I realized how much of a DORK I really was back then. Don't get me wrong, I have a few gold pieces, after all TRUE BEAUTY SONNET was written back then as well.
Hope you like the old me...

I Close My Eyes

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:44:00 +0000

I Close My Eyes

I close my eyes and pray it all disappears.
Hoping that when my eyes open it will all be gone.
Awakening from a cocoon, will I emerge a different person?
Becoming a beautiful butterfly and no longer the timid caterpillar?
My biggest fear is that I have stepped back into my past,
that the evil presence somehow found me
and is claiming my future.
I notice things are somehow as they use to be,
I see that things are different but yet… the same.
Like waking from a nightmare just to realize you are still in it.
The setting and the people may be different but the dream is always the same.
How do you let go of the past when the past will not let go you?
I walk through dim halls carrying a tortured soul.
She speaks to me through unspoken words…
What are these words that come flowing out of my fingers and onto this very paper?
Are they the memories stored in my blood,
deep in my veins where they can hide and not be eliminated?
I close my eyes and pray it all disappears.
Hoping that when my eyes open it will all be gone.

Fenix

I Stand

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:43:00 +0000

I STAND

I burn with rage when the flood of ill repent memories rushes me!
I condemn myself for all the idiocy I allowed myself to carry out.
The flood has no remorse for me; it drowns me with its acid recollections.
I stand bold and unflinchingly brave, but deep inside… I curl up with
fear and pain remembering all the tears and wretchedness.
I stand as it rushes me with all the inanity that I have accomplished in my lifetime
I stand gallantly bearing its blows, but slowly falling apart like the
sand of a child's castle when the tide comes in.
I stand as it shrieks…L E T G O…L E T G O….L E T G O
I stand as I feel myself overwhelmed with the wrath of past wounds…
I stand as I am submerged in this burning flood of pain, anger and rage
I stand and a fury overtakes me… I yell; "I CAN'T LET GO!"
I stand as this flood of blazing torture now whispers to me…
“You can never heal if you never let go of the pain."

Fenix

Dark Angel

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:02:00 +0000

Dark Angel

oh, darkest of all angels,
i give you something of mine -
my heart, my soul, my innocence...
i give you the very world i live in,
i'll give you everything
if from the temples above
shall you descend into my arms...

just make me feel
what only few before me knew,
make me sense the mystery
and the awakening of heart and soul...

if only for one moment,
i beg you - let me feast upon
your eyes as they show me
love yet untained,
soul yet untouched,
feeling yet unshared...

so come, come now,
and make me feel ecstasy -
for only in your arms
shall i feel true love,
true pain, and conquer all...

so fall from the skies...
fall and make me suffer -
and rejoice -
and bleed -
and cry with seeds of tears...
you have all power over me...
you are my dark angel...

Pandaz

My Anger For You

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 13:37:00 +0000

My Anger For You

Like a contraction,
I feel it growing
Everyday a little more
Creeping up my spine
Tainting my skin
Poisoning my blood
Building up to my rapture
That within time will take complete control

I feel my mind turning darker,
My gentleness hardning
My demener mailcious
Not yet hatred,
Because deep down my being has been
waiting for this

I feel a delicious pleasure letting
It take over..

My hairs prick up,
My back arches,
My fist clinch,
My senses sharpen,

Oh sweet rapture this is,
My anger for you
Like a vampires first feed
No first feed...yea...
The waiting
The utter anticipation
The uncontrollable need

I can almost taste it,
Feel it
Smell it
Know it

Ive known it was here within me the whole time

Everytime you yell, it grew
When you strike
When you touch
When you glare
It was there

Waiting...

Growing, contracting, building that living pulse,
Breathing, existing
Living..
Waiting...

Ahh...sweet pleasure,
sweet sacrifice of the emotions
Rapture of mine,
My anger for you.

Pandaz

Voices

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:21:00 +0000

VOICES

Sitting on a bench watching the world go by and listening to the voices within them.

Watching the woman with the three young children and the other one on the way walk by I hear her pain and her yearn to get away. I hear her inner thoughts. She is worried about the bills and the fact that she works so hard for so little. She wants her children to be happy and she wishes their father would come see them. Her voice lingers until it is just a whisper as she turns the corner.

I see a man with a frown and I wonder why he is so unhappy besides the fact that he is carrying his weight in shopping bags. Our eyes connect and his soul answers me. He has just found out his wife is cheating on him and he is too afraid to confront her. If he tells her he knows then she will leave him and take the children. Should he just pretend he knows nothing and allow their life to continue as if nothing ever happened? His heart sobs for the wife that is no longer his. He smells her lover on her and he pretends all is well. His sobs go down to a whimper as he walks away.

Sitting near me is a very large woman eating cookies; I look at her and hear her heart. She is broken and disgusted with herself, so she feed her pain. She lives with a man that beats her and supports a grown child that hates her. She does not know how to express herself or how to say NO. She sits with her bag of cookies and the violent screams in her head are silenced for just a little while, just enough time for her to exhale. She is invisible to the world. No one sees her, her massive size, a cloak to conceal her from the world. Eating her cookies the guilt comes knocking and now she hates herself for being weak. She walks away and the piercing shrieks from within her head return with cruel vengeance.

I sit on my bench, my heart breaking, and my soul in pain. Does everyone in this world hurt or am I a magnet for grief? Grave agony and sorrow surrounding all of these poor people and they exist in their broken lives. How do they all walk amongst each other and not weep for one another?

Fenix

Save Me... Leave Me

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 13:12:00 +0000

I'm so sorry
But I can't take it anymore
love me, hate me..
My eyes are filled with tears
and my heart is drenched in ice
there's one thing that makes me feel
aside from your voice
and as I drag the blade
across my now painless wrist
I know
somewere deep inside
I'm hoping you'll notice
Realize I'm bleeding
Over you
That you'll come save me..
But I know..
You'll never pull me back up
no..
You'll shove me back farther
and I...
wish I could see your eyes one last time
Pray to something that your heart weren't empty
My love is meaningless to you
even though..
I gave everyting to you
I should have known..
I'm nothing...
Maybe..
Maybe when I'm gone
You'll realize what you tossed aside
when I'm gone
you'll love me then
Rocking in my shadows
I can't banish the thougt of you..
You are my salvation..
and
You are my demise.
I gave it all away
I dont want it back
You've finally broken me baby..
But I havent the stength to walk away
To dry my veins..
My release is in the blood
Our blood
can you feel it?
I'm all but gone.

Pandaz

Who Are You To JudgeMe?

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 17:12:00 +0000

I can feel you stares,
your sicking accusations,
you assumptions...

go ahead down rate me ...
degrade me with your fake friendship
your idle gossip behind my back

your envy...

who are you to judge me?
..shhhh..you will never own the key...

you think im up on myself..
because i take pride in whats mine
...you dont kno a fucking thing...
your sickening accusations like a blind sting.

Look in the mirror before you point at me...
shatter your being
eat your convictions...
demolish your hopes ....

there is still someone better than me
worse than me
different than me
the same as me

me me me me me me me

when you hate me...

remember than you had to have envied me....

Pandaz

My Heart Belongs To You

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 10:43:00 +0000

My Heart Belongs to
You And you alone.
You stole it from me,
While talking on the telephone.

You've opened my eyes
And shown me a world I never knew.
A world of happiness and love
A world filled with you.

Kissing your lips
And holdng your hand.
Out of everyone around you,
You picked me to be your man.

So everything that I am,
All that I do.
You are the reason,
Because my heart belongs to you.

Max M. Power

I'm So In Love With You

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 11:17:00 +0000

I'm so in love with you,
You make me so happy.
I blush every time we talk,
I wish you could see.

I'm so in love with you,
Words can not express how I feel.
You mean the world to me,
Your love for me is real.

I'm so in love with you,
There's nothing I would rather do.
My life is yours.
I'm so in love with you.

Max M. Power

ME SO SORRY

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 15:55:00 +0000

Greetings to my poetry fans. I owe you one big great apology. You have demanded poetry and I am to deliver. My busy rut is over and my poetry funk is gone so it’s back to writing. I have a few floating around in my head and now I just need to get them out here on the web. As I said before, I am to please. First poem to be posted February 09, 2009. See you then.

January 17, 2008

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 01:23:00 +0000

A poem from a very talented writer friend of mine.

The Phantom

A phantom perch from way up high,
watching his victim so smooth and sly.
A capable momnet he just can't wait,
for her blood he must have, he must take.
Her foot steps echo across the paved ground,
he turns his head to make sure nobody is around.
Her heels hit a solid step,
her heart beats, he skips a breath.
Almost out of the phantoms grasps
she opens the door and hears a wicked laugh.
She turns slowly to look into his eyes,
and then it was to late, she already knew why.
His fangs protrude out of his mouth,
they sink deeply, sucking, without a sound.
Her life then fades to black,
But the phantom knew then in the morning she would be back.
For he has been watching her for weeks on end,
and in love with her is where his mind has been.
So tonight she shall sleep the sleep of the dead,
but tomorrow live on and be immortal with him..

~Victoria Rose~

POERTY CONTEST

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 17:44:00 +0000

Just in time for Valentine’s Day I had an idea, a booklet of poetry for lovers. I am titling it: HOW DO I LOVE THEE, POEMS FOR LOVERS. I know, I know, not much thought went into the title but hey, what do you except while I’m driving around at night fighting “crime” in the streets. Hahaha, couldn’t resist.
Anywoo, I thought I would hold a contest to see what you poetry readers like. You have read my poems, the good and the bad, so now is your chance to pick your favorite. This booklet is going to have at least 25 love poems. Tell me which love poem is your favorite and why. If I agree it should go into the booklet it shall be done.
Oh, please hurry, contest ends January 10th so that I can start printing the booklets and passing them out before Valentine’s. They make great gifts so place your order today, I am making them available for $2 apiece, I think that’s a steal don’t you?
Orders are taken via email only, writingwithpower@gmail.com

HELP!!!

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 12:17:00 +0000

There is a contest I am going to enter. Poetry, as we all know, is my cup of tea, even though I really don’t like tea, but that’s not important right now. There is a call for a collection of poetry where the winner gets money, the collection published, and a few copies to show off, you know bragging rights. We all know what a bragger I can be, I KNOW RIGHT!!!
Anywhoo, if I am going to enter this contest I need a title. I was thinking: A Tale of Two Hearts and there would be a picture of a heart that is split in half by a zig zag down the middle. One side would be white and the other black. Or the Ying/Yang symbol but in the shape of a heart. It would be a collection of uplifting, warm, heartfelt love poetry and then some of my darker stuff.
It’s not written in stone so I am open to suggestions. What do you think would make a good title?

December 21, 2008

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 01:30:00 +0000

My Anger For You

Like a contraction,
I feel it growing
Everyday a little more
Creeping up my spine
Tainting my skin
Poisoning my blood
Building up to my rapture
That within time will take complete control

I feel my mind turning darker,
My gentleness hardening
My demeanor malicious
Not yet hatred,
Because deep down my being has been
waiting for this

I feel a delicious pleasure letting
It take over..

My hairs prick up,
My back arches,
My fist clinch,
My senses sharpen,

Oh sweet rapture this is,
My anger for you
Like a vampires first feed
No first hunt...yea...
The waiting
The utter anticipation
The uncontrollable need

I can almost taste it,
Feel it
Smell it
Know it

Ive known it was here within me the whole time

Everytime you yell, it grew
When you strike
When you touch
When you glare
It was there

Waiting...

Growing, contracting, building that living pulse,
Breathing, existing
Living..
Waiting...

Ahh...sweet pleasure,
sweet sacrifice of the emotions
Rapture of mine,
My anger for you.

Pandaz

December 20, 2008

WritingWithPower@gmail.com (WritingWithPower) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 01:22:00 +0000

Every once in a while I will post something that one of my talented friends have written. Well this person has writen two poems that have totally blowen me away and I know they will blow you away too. Speaks to the human spirit in every woman.

Her Smile

Running,
The snow like blades piercing her paws
The cold hitting her face like a harsh
Pain from above

No where to go
Shes surrounded

They circle her,
These beings called men with there mutts
So close to her kindred
Yet so far from her they disgust her...

Their weapons so close she can feel there artificial heat hitting
Her fur

Her hair rises on her neck,
She can feel it coming...

Her tail down, but not submissive

To them?..Never.

She can already taste blood in her mouth,
Her tongue thirsting for that adrenaline rush
Her back arched and ready

Within seconds she counts them,
Sums them up
Has there moves guessed

Foolish vermin she thinks

You think you have me,
I have you

She shows her fangs,
Those sharp canine weapons

Oh yes!

To them a wolfs growl,
A giving in,
A last fight

To her its her smile.

Pandaz