Tales from the waterhole

Hello everyone,

Today I’m pleased to announce the release of a new favorite children’s book of mine, “Tales from the waterhole, by Michael Coates.  I had the privilege of editing this book for Michael, and I’m so excited to see it in print at last!  There’s nothing quite like seeing someone’s words finally come to life, and I can’t wait to get my copy.  Michael has released his book in four different formats.  I have listed the links below if any of you are interested in buying a copy for yourself. 

Have a wonderful week!

~M xo

Here is the link to the specialized hardcover version on Lulu.

Tales from the waterhole

Or, if you’re a fan of Amazon, you can buy the book in three different formats over there, with an audible version coming soon.

Tales from the waterhole

Please leave comments for Michael by clicking here.

Creepy crud and Elmer Fudd

I just want to get lost
in words I can feel,
immerse myself in things
that are anything but real.

No more creepy crud
or boring Elmer Fudd,
I need to escape into a world
that isn’t such a dud.

I want swirling galaxies
to come sweep me off my feet
and imaginative stories
where I can actually feel the heat.

Bring me to exotic places
where anything can exist,
show me all the things
that you know I can’t resist.

Lead me to a world,
one I’ve never known;
let me see your universe
and make it all your own.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/gothic-goth-fantasy-cosmos-galaxy-3623555/

Writing prompt: Creepy crud and Elmer Fudd

Cranberry shag carpet and glinting gizmos

Gadgets and gizmos,
trinkets with silvery trims,
these were the things
that were most important to him.

The old, cranberry carpet
was forever threadbare,
but that was no worry
because daddy didn’t care.

His only real concern
were his shiny new toys,
and when mama would yell,
he’d just block out the noise.

The house was rather unkempt
and in dire need of repair,
but my dear old dad,
he never did despair.

He’d just shrug his shoulders,
in his nonchalant way, because
there was nothing he loved more
than all his junk and disarray.

I think mama finally gave up
cause she knew she’d never win.
Nobody could ever change him;
it’s just the way he’s always been.

I guess I’m secretly proud
that he never gave in.
I think people should stay true
to their passions within.

There’s no telling who he’d be
if mama had had her way,
and I surely wouldn’t be
the person I am today.

So thank you, Dad,
for being true to who you are.
I still love you so very much,
even from afar.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/auto-car-garage-auto-shop-vintage-1868726/

Writing prompt: Cranberry shag carpet and glinting gizmos

The wonder of inspiration

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It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration

Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote

Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory

There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control

And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge

So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Almost there…

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I’m at the very brink of rhetoric and rhyme
And I can almost taste each and every delicious word

These savory and sensational tidbits
Have begun to form on the furthermost tip of my tongue

The texture and flavor of each specific thought
Bursts forth with vitality from my baffled brain

Tickling and teasing the remainder of my senses
As words spew spontaneously and sporadically

Each notion captured in a technological realm of space
Where perceptions and ideas flood the world

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Words

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Words
I’ve used a million
And that’s quite enough
In my opinion

Yet impulse clings
Urging me on
Even when desire
Has all but gone

Motivation
Just won’t relent
Keeps reminding me
I’m not done yet

And so I get up
And off I go
Waiting for inspiration
To commence the flow

Then wretched time
Steps right in
Stalling the words
Just as they begin

I start to wonder
Will I ever finish
Before my words
Do finally diminish

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Rule breaker

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I grew up believing
That poems needed to rhyme
Without rhythm and stanzas
I was perhaps committing a crime

Then one unexpected day
I began not to care
Looking through the window
I was lost in an intent stare

And I realized in that moment
That the rules didn’t have to exist
Even though scholarly persons
Did often persist

I began feeling the pull
To write whatever I wanted
No matter the amount of lines
I couldn’t allow myself to be stunted

So without losing another moment
I began this journey of writing
I gathered my pen and paper
And decided to write something exciting

Each day I became more eager
Than the day that came before
Because now I was participating
In something I truly adored

Nobody could tell me
I was doing it all wrong
For the words flooded my soul
Like an old forgotten song

And I finally remembered
Who I was deep inside
The girl who no longer needed
To be completely qualified

I just needed to express
Everything I’d buried in my heart
And I wish I had done this
From the very start

No longer letting others
Tell me what to do
I followed my passion
And then I finally grew

I learned to stop letting others
Continually hold me back
To take charge of my own life
Even through many attacks

And now I’m happily
Living out my dream
An amazing realization
I could have never foreseen

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, October 2016

For you, my writing friends…

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To my friends
The ones who write
Always bringing smiles
Both day and night

Each one of you
Is so very dear
I’ve grown to love you all
Over the years

So here’s my tribute
Meant for you
All these words
Sincere and true

First there’s Carl
My best friend ever
No longer writing on blogs
But I’ll love him forever

Second is Dorinda
In whom I can always depend
Think she’ll be a kindred spirit
Until the very end

Third there’s Walt
Who’s like a father to me
Always sharing his love
For all to see

Forth is Ivor
So sweet and caring
Very thoughtful
And always sharing

Fifth is Michael
Full of frivolity and fun
He’ll keep you laughing
Until the day is done

Sixth there’s Tessa
I’ve known her from the start
She spends her days
Sharing her heart

Seventh is Anthony
Who is very creative
His thoughts on life
Are often relative

Eighth is Chantel
My newest friend
Someone who anyone
Can truly depend

Ninth is Diana
Always willing to assist
Full of knowledge
None can resist

Tenth is Devereaux
Who is like a son
Think he can inspire
Just about anyone

And to all the rest
Who I haven’t mentioned here
Hope you know who you are
Because I hold you all dear

Much love to you
On this tenth day of December
Your continued love and support
I’ll always remember

© 2017 Michelle Cook