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Forward by L. M. Montes

Three steps forward
two steps back,
each day on track
but ends so wayward,
trudging onward
with my pack,
God has my back
forever forward.

Posted in Prompts

Shopping Spree

Where would you go on a shopping spree?

I’d go to Barnes and Noble without a doubt.

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Last Learned

What is the last thing you learned?

The last thing I learned was real estate.

My New Short Stories Page

I have created a new page for my short stories. There you will find all of my short stories listed with all of their parts. As I was going through all of my posts, I realized how difficult it might be for my readers to find all parts to my short stories due to the fact that I write them in parts. Add to that the fact that I wait a few days before posting another part, making it hard to find for readers new to my blog. SO…..what I did was create a page for just my short stories. I will still post them in parts every few days as usual on my blog. BUT at the same time I will also post a part on the short stories page so all parts can be read without the thrill of the hunt through over 500 other blog posts. You can find my short stories page by clicking the button below.

Posted in Books

Book Deal

Starting today, March 9th and running through March 16th, the Kindle version of my new novel entitled The Cross’s Key is on sale for only $2.99. It’s marked down from $8.99. That’s a savings of 67%. Get your copy of it now before the price goes back up. The link to the book is in the book title above, below, and is also featured on the home screen on my blog.

Posted in Poetry

Time with You by L. M. Montes

Your smile sang of sweet
thoughts behind warm eyes,
convey your truths,
but do not speak,
from mind to mind,
I will hear what you think,
whether a gesture or a look,
my heart knows what is linked.

In fields vast with colors dreamy,
you hold my hand
as stars wink sweetly,
mountains stand erect,
looking on as to protect,
the crispness of night air so lingers,
moonlight brushing auras hazy,
among the country grasses breezy.

Breaths of beauty come a knocking,
morning stretches arms of sunbeams,
caressing landscapes as they glide by,
grassy dew drops mist across my nose
as warm winds whistle on tippy toes,
your beating heart rings tides of life,
speaks to my soul all day and night
in passionate whispered voice.

Posted in Prompts

Questions

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

I don’t like being asked questions about my past. Because it’s in the past where I’d like to leave it.

Posted in Poetry

The Walk by L. M. Montes

I walk with you on a warm summer’s day
along a vast mountainside
watching life’s jewels below in the breeze
of the winds hands,
birds rise gracefully and float away,
they wave goodbye as wings clap against clouds.

And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.

The trees lie silent in morning’s mist
that outlines the light sea green horizon.
Echoes of yesterday, gently carried
by dewy spring scents,
wafting gracefully across the valley’s vast
expanse lying quietly
beneath the jagged white capped masters.

And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.

On winter’s ice with you I sail,
sweetly gliding, smoothly sliding,
the mirror beneath reflects our souls
and tells our story of long ago.
Around around we spin and swirl
with winter’s white diamonds
falling gently as we twirl.

And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.

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Failure’s Success

How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

Failure has made me realize where I need to be and not where I thought I should be. It has also given me the experiences needed to be where I am now. I use said failure to enrich my writing, interspersing these experiences throughout my stories and, of course, fictionalizing them. So, thanks to failure, I have succeeded.

Posted in Social

Fear’s Laughter

Fear can tickle your brain until it crescendos, but if you learn withstand the sensation, you will be numb to it.

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