…. Thought I’d something more to say …

I find myself wanting to rant badly, but as always I know that deaf ears and either easily offended eyes or non readers await my words. I simply wonder, at times like this, when all the pieces of the puzzle will be allowed to fall into place and the picture made clear.
Historically, things do not have to repeat themselves. Not to mention repeat bad on a larger scale than before. Still, it happens and those that could solve the problems choose to simply watch as things become more likely to explode than fix themselves.
I don’t refer to these last self named generations as they have dubbed themselves. Nor do I call them the Hopeless or Useless Generations. I simply know them as the dead generations becuase it seems they’re bent on extremes and not peace and a sustainable world as they profess.

Such as life, yes? For now …
All I know is that I’ve lived through much, should have died twice and have been walking wounded. I’ve not truly known a romantic situation and can only write then as of now. So, now to something I believe will gain attention.
I shall be putting up links as a pre – Christmas gift ordering or late summer read suggestion list.

So until then …
Find yourself, trust your judgement, be creative and kind. Never cruel, nor cowardly. Never give up and never give in.

~ Yours truly
The Pirate Poet

May, an event to remeber or hopefully not be forgetable!

The week of May 16th. A dual celebration of 25yrs of A.N.I.M.E Club and my birthday. I know I should be more exuberant or at least more festive. However, it’s been a long road getting from there to here – to quote Star Trek: Enterprise. I’ve encountered, mainly, the worst of humanity with only the Mayan promise of 2012. ” The world as we know it shall end ” , is what was misquoted quite a bit.
It meant that the way things were done, what we deemed normal, the pendulam of back and forth, would come to screeching halt. So far, it has not disappointed with the exception on how much of a blunt instrument was required to get the point across.
People are slowly walking away from supporting causes and movements and towards being a more helpful agent of change by starting with being kind to those nearest them.
Anyway, enough of the Pirate Poet rant~
The books are doing well. Still not enough of the positive reviews that I got in person on the Amazon site, but things will progress as they may.
Camden’s Follies is an adventure. However, it has insight, organically taught lessons on life and poking fun at the hero. He’s more of an anti – hero as he’s a pirate captain trying to stop an Evil Empire and their devious , cruel and inhumane masters. His goal, a simple one, is to survive his family, not win over any more females and not produce so many children! He wants to be a practicing physician and mainly a pirate captain roaming the vast wastes and well travelled highways of the Universe..
( warning: blatant plug is followed by links! )

https://www.amazon.com/Camdens-Follies-diaries-Camden-Physician/dp/B08ZD6TK3W/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=camden%27s+follies&qid=1648482911&s=books&sr=1-1

Book 1 of the 2nd Series. And now it’s Cynthia’s turn to prove that the Follies aren’t all Jame’s!

And this doesn’t count my mini anthology of Dragon Tales or my underrated horro/action piece.
However, do read, enjoy and reccomend! Reading isn’t a chore and it’s a window to the cinema of the mind ~ * bow * ~

Till next time ~
The Pirate Poet

Time March – eth on!

Working on book series is tiring as it is rewarding. Finding a cover artist that can be afforded with a deadline is nerve wracking. There, I said it.
Anyway, mum’s recovering slowly. I’m closer to the knackers yard and stories are still vying for my attention. And in the mean time, jobbing and hawking my current work to make it possible to keep going…
The least known and easily overlooked Horror/Action Story ~
https://www.amazon.com/Elder-Offensive-Ammutseba-Protocol-Book/dp/1723354139/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1646154473&sr=1-1

A tale of Dragons from a new perspective!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07F5KVDST?ref_=k4w_oembed_rGSWvinvJriJsV&tag=kpembed-20&linkCode=kpd

And my bread and butter Action, Adventure, Comedy, Melodrama!
The story of a former British Army man thrust into a galactic conflict

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=camden%27s+follies&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss

And a visual ~

And …

Ah well, now to re – master using this idiot programme ..
* LOL *

May vent in the future, but for now

See you all … Out there!

~ The Pirate Poet

Perspective ~

So, another year comes to a close. I managed to begin the second series of Camden’s Follies and embark on the tedious job of raising funds for my next cover.

Here’s the first book of the second series ~

https://www.amazon.com/Camdens-Follies-Mr-Nathanial-Corres/dp/B092L6KWDN/ref=sr_1_5?keywords=camden%27s+follies&qid=1640108640&s=books&sr=1-5

As we near the last holiday, time to reflect

To Quote Coldplay ” How in the world am I supposed to see, you as my brother not my enemy? ”
In this day and age of heightened sensetivity, it’s truly more difficult to speak with anyone without somehow annoying or insulting them with statement or query that was just fine yesterday.
If it’s not American, your opinion is meningless. You can’t make a clean statement without being called some new variation on an old insult.
I wonder when it will dawn on anyone, that changing pronouns or altering language in mid stream causes more harm than good? That, a victory where you’re the only one standing in a field of the dead doesn’t make you special, but a lonely fool too self absorbed to see how much the monster you became, the one that you feared the most?
Yes, I’m old. To some, that means obsolete. It means someone to blame, disparage and be merciless to. Our wisdom, knowledge or experience is meaningless to them and their technology superior.
Me, I’m the one outside the maddening crowd. I stand amongst, but never part of. Easily ignored, I tend to find myself more distant as time goes on. Also, I must note that, there is no distance greater than the chasms of the heart and mind.
The days arew always a little colder. I’m more a number now than ever. An outsider even to outsiders. At home, I’m a face in the crowd, polite and me. In America, I’m a lesser for my dark skin and the idea I’m not dark enough, if that makes sense. Even before I was born, I was designated an outcast.
In America, I could and have been the most reasonable and intelligent person in the room, but yet, as a product of a mixed union a lesser and an idiot.
That was and is my reality that I exist in as, no matter the decade or generation by quarter century, things have changed little.
I truly wonder some times, what it would be like to find unconditional love …
But alas, as another year drags itself forward I find myself moving forward with little purpose than to write and see…

Till the next we meet, on more happier circumstances I hope,

~ The Pirate Poet

The coming Holiday and of course, maybe a poem plus jobbing…

Okay, first and foremost….
I shall be heading to the Colorado Sci – Fi Convention COSine for the last time. I knew I should have quit after 2014, but I had vain hope. To go into all the reasons would take too long. Suffice it to say, I’m a F.I.N.O and since I’m not from Denver, not considered a name of any worth.
As always, the lovely quote from Peter Gabrielle comes to mind ~ ” How can I be out if I’ve never been in ? “. Oh, there are a couple of or a handful of people I call friend who call me friend and mean it. It’s just not enough to warrant or give me an excuse to keep going.
I have 2 panels and the autograph session for Saturday and that’s it. I may show up Friday on the openning just for old times sake, but that’s up in the air. I definitely won’t be going out of my way on the conversation front with very many and not very long ones at that. I’m just finished with it all.

So, here, once more, are my books on Amazon up for sale. Do be mindful and get those from there unless there’s a legitimate outside party offering them. I don’t get much of a royalty, despite the price and wind up spending more that I take in to get published.

Dragons! Another view of one of the worlds most discussed mythic creatures …

Adventure, Space Pirates and much more!

And here we go again! This time Cynthia gets the ball rolling. Varloon 4, the new base for the Dragon Helm Clan and the first jointly owned in a new alliance. The Orlans are in trouble. Their outer worlds are under seige and they need allies to help stave off the invasion. However, court intrigue, shady dealings and an ancient prophecy rise to the fore. And on top of this, Cynthia has garnered the attentions, romantic, of the Queen of Varloon 4; The Ice Princess, Queen Felice Kurdo! With Sha’l Ter at her side, this is going to be a wild adventure!

A poetic Attempt ~
There’s a feeling in the air
A divide one can’t hope to cross
Was it your intent
To win my heart
Just to rip it apart
Did it ever mean more than a cold touch
Or maybe a status jump?
Where was the love promised
Who did we become?
And is there any hope
For a brighter day

Til next time ~
yours truly ,
The Pirate Poet

Thoughts and a bit of poetry or jobbing for readers ~

Rant for a moment ~

If it seems I’m bent on doing things myself, think of it this way;If you were thrown to the proverbial wolves as often as I have. If you were ever promised the world only to be given a bill of goods or a lot of empty. Been sneered at or belittled because the other side had the numbers and all you had was you.

I believe you’d rely on only yourself, be determined to succeed and venture where fools and proverbial angels fear to tread. Yeah, I may seem to learn the hard way. However, no one can take away my knowledge and experience. Nor can they criticise my failures or personal victories; they’re mine. My lessons learnt. My scars and my triumphs. It’s taken me ages to even find the small handful of people I can freely admit I can rely on and I wouldn’t trade them for anything! Be that as it may, I’ve been called impossible, irascible, a pain the arse and worse… but at least I’m me and if I look as if I stand alone, especially now, you’re too narrow of vision to see beyond the hill and horizon. I’m never alone. not any more…

Okay back to the Author’s thinking and writing ~

Poetic Moment ~
What was I supposed to say?
You claim to know it all
Did you really think I’d not walk away
Give you my moment, my time of day
I wonder if humanity was truly in your blood
Or did you like me shedding my own?
What could I have done
In this or any other life
That meritted such harsh and distant treatment
Where did the heart wander
Was there really something to you
Don’t pretend to shed a tear
I know cruelty fine
I’ll not look back
I’ll just reach for my horizon
Walk on well tread ground
Lose myself in something else
Maybe one day
I’ll know love

Book jobbing 101

Dr. James Camden is swept up into an adventure few could dream of in a Galaxy light years away fleed with Alien Space Pirates, a relentless Evil Empire and alien cultures and fantastic beasts!

Spider people, underground rail ways and alien romance … Oh my!

Children by the score, the Amanor rise again plus more Follies

Cliff hanger, space battles, alien pirates galore! The close of Series 1…

Series 2 begins! Hodwinked into another marriage, an insidious plague arrises and the Garanthian Empire’s latest weapon

Looking forward to hiring my next book cover for ” Garinthians Wane ” as soon as finances avail themselves.
Otherwise, for the moment, aside from my mini Dragon anthlogy and minor adventure/horror books…
Till Next Time


~ The Pirate Poet

Poetry and maybe an update …

Poetic moment ~

Silence as loud as cannon

The look that speaks a thousand words

Drifting on

Maybe someday

Paths often cross

The river of night

Moonlit song softly over the water

Waves often dance rather merrily

Quiet as a church mouse

My eyes barely move

For the interest I keep

Diving in

Head first

Tomorow is just a dream away

Alone in the world

Surrounded by a cacophony of voices

Calling

Where am I, in this vasteness of black and rainbows of ribbons

Who will I call

When there’s no one to turn to

I’ll just get up and quietly leave

Feelin the breeze in my face

Each step reminds me

Miles to go no matter how far I’ve been

Raise your glass to the spectre you see

Standing alone in the mirror

Or turning the back in a doorway

Never to be seen again

Ghosts in my reflection

So, as for the update… I may be putting out a hardback copy of all my books. Maybe. Until then, I’m working the 2nd of the 4 part 2nd series and hopefully will get even more interest in a good adventure with comedy and a tad of horror tossed in… Maybe

Till next time…

~ The Pirate Poet

Opening Day, release Date or however you wish to call it ~ Camden’s Follies 2nd series is here!

The second series of Camnden’s Follies begins…
The Empire is reeling. James and the Dragon Helm have become the largest threat in the eyes of the Emperor and his new cronies the Amanor. Attacks by the Garinthians have stepped up and increased in ferocity as newer ships are brought to bare and a new more frightening device, a siege engine that can decimate planets from orbit, are being produced with the aid of the Amaonor. The family is divided and politics rule the roost as Cynthia and Sha’l Ter head to run a new base on Varloon 4 in the heart of the Dragon Helm’s latest allie, the Orlans.
Trust is at a premium as Ackban is desperate to make this new united Pirate Clan work. James is working tirelessly as the Dragon Helm’s best raiding captain is taxed to his limits!
So stow your gear, man your station and get ready for more Follies!!!

~ YES! The new book is here…

Til next time
~The Pirate Poet

Finally, I’m able to blog again and do a little self literary promotion!

So, I’ve finally gotte around to shrinking the physical size of my book in this second edition – so to speak. I may be able to put together a box set in the future, maybe. We’ll see, yeah?
Anyway this will fit the other three now :

All are now in the 6″ x 9″ category. And for those new to this sort of story let me illuminate you a tad ~

This is a steampunk/science fiction series that begins at the turn of the 20th century. Dr. James Camden is a general practioner of medicine heading to Africa to study to become one of the burgeoning or pioneering members of the forensic science or medical examiners. Little does he know that for the last 4 years he’s been being spied on and scouted for an expedition into the hitherto unexplored last frontier – Outer Space! Operation Endeavour Space had begun a decade prior after Dr. Karl Verstein and his colleague Dr. Haimish McTavit made a fantastic discovery in an old Mayan temple. It would seem that aliens DID visit earth and bequeathed the Mayans highly advanced technology to some unknown end. Tomes were discovered that discussed travelling the far reaches of space with perils undreamt of and scientific wonders to die for.
And now, James finds himself in a whole new galaxy, facing terrifying creatures, an evil empire and an ancient group of alien scientists bound and determined to achieve immortality at all costs!
From fantastic discoveries to space combat and follies in alien cultural understanding we join our intrepid former soldier of the crown and physician as he gallantly saves the day … and maybe himself in the process.


Cheers, Happy Reading and may this be a great new year for all!

Yours truly,

~ The Pirate Poet

Ah, the end of February. Shall I march in with hope?

The world today is just a tad beyond the usual madness. However, as the Mayans predicted for 2012, the changes have come home to roost as what once was the norm has been tossed in the bin; For good it seems. It was never about the planet blowing up, that was a load of tosh and waffle.
That simply said, the ways we did things, the constant swings would come to a screeching halt or begin to. Nature and centuries of idiocy then produced the horror that was the President of the United States in 2016 with the piece de resistance being the pandemic of COVID19.
We’re still learning, taking extremely painful lumps and coming to grips of not only what went wrong, but why and how – while being smacked or kicked in the head by it – we should be doing what was required as opposed to what sounded good that got us landed with more headaches and heartaches than a generation should endure.
But I suppose the expression Nature would use is; Humanity had it coming. And so far, she’s been spot on. So, until change becomes permanent and people start thinking and being more considerate, we’re stuck with this nonsense.

Okay, my thoughts and vents are over for now… On to something more to the theme of this blog.

Poetry

So as I dream, to the heavens a wish
If it were so simple
My heart wouldn’t be in tatters
Could I be so close, yet light years away?
Is the human heart such a puzzle
A mystery wrapped in an enigma
Do I, as the cold runs to my hands
Could there be a way?
Is it destiny, the will of the fates
Did I cross the fine line between the warmth of the living
To the cold isolated realm of the departed
Do I wait till my final mortal breath?
Or will the answer avail itself unto me ere long?
I could wish, but why?
I stand at the curtain
My final act is upon me and my audience is awaiting a grand finale
Shall I alight the stage with soliloquy
A requiem?
Shall I, as I have declared myself before the universe
Or will I be, but a whimper
Shall the light fade
Or will I blow the candles dark?

Publishing Note:

I await, for the umpteenth time in my career, the decision of a publisher. I know, this is the writing field we’re discussing. patience is more than a virtue and rejection like leaves in the wind scattered here and there.
Anyway, it’s for the long awaited follow up anthology for Scales and Hearts. Dragon stories never go out of fashion, just out of sight and mind for a bit.
I’m through with the formatting of the first book of the second series on Camden’s Follies. yay. It’s a pain, true, but worth it!

Anyway, I now await the one who will be my cover artist.
Wish me luck folks – I’m going to need it!

For now, yours ever so truly ~

The Pirate Poet