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Recommended Reads

This author also has a prequal out entitled Origins and another book entitled Metamorphosis.
This is the first book in the series. The second book is entitled Simone Lafray and the Red Wolves of London. These books are for young adults ages 10-12, but as an adult I thoroughly enjoyed them.
All books by this author come recommended.
This is the second book in the series. The first book From Men and Angels is also recommended.
The whole series is great.
Posted in Poetry

Time’s Flight: A Sonnet by L. M. Montes

Time ripples forth with smoothly flowing gaits,
gliding slowly as sorrow stills and sates,
life leads me on though I will look away,
and think of nothing but of you today.

Months said goodbye forever letting go,
and told me not to fret or sink so low,
pleasures from life’s pool of beauty tickled,
releasing the stabbing hurt that prickled.

Years raced away in adverse direction,
flying fast with haste and desperation,
sinking low was never contemplated,
life became the chair that I have hated.

Now as I look up with eyes wide open,
light ensconced my view to bring its hope in.

Posted in Poetry

Spellbound by L. M. Montes

When I first saw your eyes,
they put me in a spell,
my heart you took,
with just one look,
your love to me compelled.

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Connections by L. M. Montes

Like a deluge you stormed my heart,
yet gentle as a lamb you did impart
your mind upon my soul’s being
with emotion’s droplets,
forever leaning.

Hours raced and flew on by us,
creating meaning so momentous,
instilling self within my mind,
foretelling secrets,
intertwined.

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Morning Moon

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A Dream’s Flame

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Poetry Book Collection 1

Yesterday, I decided to put together a book with a collection of my poems (found here on this blog). I submitted the hardcover to Amazon yesterday and is currently under review before going live. Today, I will be working on getting the paperback on Amazon as well. Then the Kindle edition will follow. I will update this post with link(s) when they become available.

Here is the link to my poetry book collection. At the moment it is found in paperback and hardcover.

Poetry Is Beautiful
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Lonely Mist by L. M. Montes

The mist crept forward over the lake,
hovering like a protective angel.
All stood quiet but for a babbling,
talking brook.

Lake Fanny Hoe,
a wilderness though she be,
beheld an emptiness of people life,
a silent hush.

Wind whispered through the trees
leaves of giant green masses as they
flex their brownish bark muscles,
regal and tall.

Behind closed eyes blissful peacefulness
in every way wanders wayward
among this nature’s haven,
soft and smooth.

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Love’s Walk by L. M. Montes

I walk with you on a warm summer’s day
along a vast mountainside
watching life’s jewels blow in the breeze
of the winds hands,
birds rise gracefully and float away,
they wave goodbye as wings clap the 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 the morning mist
outlining the light sea-green horizon.
Echoes of yesterday, gently carried
by dewy spring scents,
waft 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
telling our story of long ago.
Round and round 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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When….. by L. M. Montes

When I am among beauty,
I am among my Maker.
For He is beauty,
and a passion partaker.

When I am lonely,
I know he is there.
For He tells me so
in the trees so fair.

When I get gifts of love,
I know He giveth to me.
The touch of His hand
is His guidance so free.

When all of life comes down,
I look to the heavens high,
to see wind’s wistful breezes
with his breath’s uplifting sigh.

When I look upon you,
I see the truest love.
For this, the ultimate gift
is what he giveth from above.