Life Is a Smorgasbord

Elizabeth Weiland Abrams

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Life is a Smorgasbord is a racy compilation of the trials, tribulations, trepidation, and soul-searching through separation, divorce, single motherhood, life, and the quest for true love in three parts, which are confessional in nature. Part IV has a more modern approach with storytelling and reflection.

“My favorite of those I read is ‘Let It Out,’ the perfect—it seems to me— poetic expression of expression (honesty does indeed yield clarity). The best argument against Dickinson’s ‘success in circuit lies.’” Al Filreis, Kelly Family Professor of English, University of Pennsylvania.

“I can relate to this idea of an artist in their garret hacking away as canned and stereotyped and wrong as that may be, but that’s the work isn’t it, its own reward, the shifting eye of the mind and ear here in the making? Yeah it’s a lonely job, but somebody’s gotta do it, soldier away and watch flowers grow. So thank you for your work! Or as Keats wrote to Reynolds on 2/19/1818... ‘...thus by every germ of spirit sucking the sap from mould ethereal every human might become great, and humanity instead of being a wide heath of furse and briars with here and there a remote oak or pine, would become a grand democracy of forest trees,’” written about “Still Alone.” ‘Denny’ AKA Nicholas Stern, Mentor, University of Pennsylvania.

Ms. Weiland Abrams received the Editor’s Choice Awards for her poems “Gray,” “Is it Over” and “Life is Like a Linen Skirt” from Howard Ely, Managing Director, International Library of Poetry.

Sujets

• Themes
• Subjects
• Poetry
• Erotica
• Love

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 08 novembre 2011
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781469110714
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Life is a Smorgasbord
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Elizabeth Weiland Abrams
 
Copyright © 2004, 2006, 2011, 2022 by Elizabeth Weiland Abrams
ISBN: 978-1-4134-4057-7 (Softcover)
ISBN: 978-1-4691-1071-4 (eBook)
Cover by Franz Dvorak
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
Taken from:
 
RED ROSE
A Collection of Passion Poems
Copyright © 1996 by Elizabeth Abrams
 
LONG WINTER NIGHT
A Collection of Love Poems
For Marty
Copyright © 1997 by Elizabeth Abrams
 
KARMA
A Collection of Life Poems and Prose
Copyright © 1999 by Elizabeth Abrams
This book was printed in the United States of America.
 
LIFE IS A SMORGASBORD
A Compilation of Poetry and Prose
 
 
 
Rev. date: 08/11/2022
 
 
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Contents
Preface
PART I
*Mystical Moon
No Passion
Count Your Blessings
Wine And Roses
Free As A Bird
My Gifts
Being Alone
It’s All Right
*Romanzo
*Red Rose
Knowing
Bubble Bath
*Palm Dessert
*Tender Is The Night
Andreas
*Si Scopanno Via
Outrageous
*Bodacious
*For Me
A Conclusion
*Lunch at La Veranda
Coraggio
A Good Rain
Pain
*Life’s Path
Den Of Iniquity
Love Of My Boys
*Stormvogel
*Life Is A Smorgasbord
Bad Drivers
Lindsay “Dapper Dan” The “Gatsby Man”
Gatsby-good Night
Homing Device
Black Hat
*Early Autumn Night
*Rare Rocketship Ride
Eveready Battery
*The Sea
*Go For It
*Life Is Like A Linen Skirt
Devotion
Whirlpool
Is It Over?
*Love Potion
Patience
Sun Porch
*Sea of Emotions
On The Cross
PART II
Marty
Love Bug
*Morning Dew Silence
That Sofa
Falling
This Cancer and Pisces
Long Winter Night
New Love
Lovemaking Machine
*You Grow Green Grass (a sonnet)
*Four Seasons
Volcano
You Tap I Zap
Lifetime Flame
Boy Toy
Until I’ll See You Again
Slow Kill
By And By
Swept Away
Mind’s Eye
My Tussy
It Rains
Sounds of the Neighborhood
Heck With That
*Let It Out
Set Free
PART III
*Karma
Spring’s Here
Wispy Willow
Limericks
Gray
Short Stuff…
Last Page
PART IV
Alexander
Keys
Thin Line
Evergreen
Djata
Negril
Scent Within a Scent
*It Matters
Nicholas
*Still Alone
*La Mimosa
 
For my sons,
Alexa nder
and Nich olas,
with love,
as al ways
Preface
My book is heartfelt confessional poetry which begins with the end of my marriage, moves forth through trials, tribulations and trepidation of separation, divorce, single motherhood, and the quest for true love, and ends with the Karmic cycle of life and more tales told.
This work is in four parts, the first three taken from my first three books. Red Rose begins on the verge of my marital separation and continues to my love story with Marty, which I chronicle in Long Winters Night, and thereafter winding up my story in Karma , the cycle of life. Part IV feels more modern with storytelling and reflection.
“My favorite of those I read is ‘Let It Out,’ the perfect—it seems to me—poetic expression of expression (honesty does indeed yield clarity). The best argument against Dickinson’s ‘success in circuit lies.’” Al Filreis, Kelly Family Professor of English, University of Pennsylv ania.
“I can relate to this idea of an artist in their garret hacking away as canned and stereotyped and wrong as that may be, but that’s the work isn’t it, its own reward, the shifting eye of the mind and ear here in the making? Yeah it’s a lonely job, but somebody’s gotta do it, soldier away and watch flowers grow. So thank you for your work! Or as Keats wrote to Reynolds on 2/19/1818... ‘...thus by every germ of spirit sucking the sap from mould ethereal every human might become great, and humanity instead of being a wide heath of furse and briars with here and there a remote oak or pine, would become a grand democracy of forest trees,’” written about “Still Alone.” ‘Denny’ AKA Nicholas Stern, Mentor, University of Pennsylv ania.
“’my perfection may be slipping away’ —> powerful line” Al Filreis, Kelly Professor of English, University of Pennsylvania wrote of “La Mi mosa.”
I received the Editor’s Choice Awards for my poems “Gray,” “Is it Over” and “Life is Like a Linen Skirt” from Howard Ely, Managing Director, International Library of Poetry.
I have noted my favorite poems in the Table of Contents with asterisks. I hope you will enjoy and relate.
Three of my poems are written in Italian, which are profound as they are, but I shall attempt to translate them into English as follows . . .
Rom anzo
Page 27
Rom ance
I’m terrible—I am thinking much about love;
Love that only an Italian can understand;
When I am alone one whom I like;
A masculine love who can tell me he wants me;
A beautiful fantasy full of thoughts;
A long slow story full of desires;
I am afraid of actually being close;
I am thinking first of my family;
But I am frustrated, don’t have that which I need;
A sentiment, little stroke, hug and kiss;
But what a beautiful destiny, what a beautiful memory;
Of seeing you again every week;
You can leave me a message when you want;
How much I like to hear your voice;
I want this romance in my life;
It is you who must decide how the story goes.
Si Scopando Via
Page 35
It Sweeps Us Away
Under the stars
The beautiful bodies
Are together.
Only the moon
Can see
All that is happening.
First the dance
Begins-one
Can smell the perfume.
And the energy
Of nature
Sweeps us away.
Above the stars
The beautiful bodies
Stay together.
Cora ggio
Page 44
Cou rage
I have to always look ahead
There will be many beautiful compensations
I have my good boys
They give me lots of hugs and kisses
I also have kind friends
They listen to my disasters
A good family I have
There are only problems I give
So the time has arrived
To search for the courage inside
A bigger cause I will find
A security inside I will have
I believe I need patience
I must use intelligence
Better to be alone
But sometimes I’m afraid
I pray for a bright light
For helping me see golden dreams
They will be in my life
This is how I go straight ahead
Then I’ll pray for our God
To give me my true love.
PART I
Mystical Moon
The mystical moon,
Silent, still, and full,
Awesome in the sky,
Almost unaware,
Its power over
The water, over
Emotions below.
Creating torrid
Swells, energy flows
Through the ebb and tide,
Often reflecting
The sun’s brilliance,
Yet unable to
Embrace—far away.
It shimmers, it shines,
It glimmers, it glows,
Seems never to stay,
Always seems to go,
However leaving
Its everlasting
Effects on my soul.
No Passion
I spoke with my husband this morning,
Tried to smooth things over and he said,
“I know you have no passion for me,
But will you take care of me in bed?
I see you in skimpy underwear,
And you still turn me on, naturally.”
I replied, “Yes”, to make him happy.
Count Your Blessings
I say to myself, count your blessings,
Things really aren’t so bad;
There is a roof over my head, and
I shouldn’t be so sad,
Since my children are safe and happy;
I need them, they need me.
We buy good food, and we cook it well,
Should be on bended knee;
But, there is no passion, I want to
Live and to love again.
Wine And Roses
In the days of wine and roses,
Thought love was in the air;
It made me feel so good you see,
Just thinking you were there.
 
But you were never there I guess;
It’s sad, but I must face,
The truth it seems, although it hurts,
And I am a disgrace.
 
I must be strong, before too long,
My freedom, have I will;
I must be strong, and say so long,
I cannot love you still.
 
It will never change, you and me,
No real connection there;
A shallow force of energy,
Something up in the air.
Free As A Bird
Have you heard the song,
“Free, Free As A Bird”?
I’ve listened to it,
It’s not so absurd.
My husband has left,
And it seems for good;
Could I love anew?
I wish that I could.