Posted in Poetry

Villanelle I

Quietly by the shore at night
The seagulls swoop and sway,
Singing old tunes in the radiant moonlight.

In the shadows a fading sight,
A creepy tiny creature crawling free
Quietly by the shore at night.

The sun is down, not burning bright,
Waves speak up with gentle glee
Singing old tunes in the radiant moonlight.

Two seagulls in the distance do fight,
As I sat silently observing by a tree
Quietly by the shore at night.

I heard a man, it gave me a fright,
He wheeled around to stare at me
singing old tunes in the radiant moonlight.

I thought it just might be alright
To talk to him, not run and flee
But sing old tunes in the radiant moonlight,
Quietly by the shore at night.

By L. M. Montes

Posted in Writing

Old Writings

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While you write, you accumulate many many pages of writings. Some of them you use and some of them you don’t. You may even keep a journal with your ideas in it. Or, you might also have a three ring binder you keep notes and writings in. After some months or years, you publish a novel or two. What do YOU do with your notes and writings after you’ve published your book(s)? Do you keep them? Do you throw them away?

If you throw them away, that’s your choice. You are well within your rights to do that. BUT, that means later you can’t go back and look over them when you need inspiration. Yes, inspiration. Let’s say you’re in the middle of writing book 3 and you are stuck. Will you have those old writings to draw from? You never know what might get your “gears” going again.

Keep those old writings. They will help you.

Posted in Social

Memories

God didn’t give us good memories so we could look back and regret that we can’t go back and relive them. He gave us good memories as a gift so we can look back repeatedly and smile and be glad we had them.

Posted in Poetry

Soulmate

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By countless trees we walk,
Its limbs hold many years,
The leaves bend knowing nods,
of lifetimes we have shared.

My love for you an endless stream,
That flows within my heart,
To You I give my soul,
That we many never part.

Through time and space I’ve called to you,
The wind it carried my voice,
Upon the mountains and hilltops to shout,
An echo of love most rejoiced.

In dreams we’ve floated upon the sea,
And saw a setting sun kneel,
How awesome, complete, and whole,
For that is how you make me feel.

Come soar with me on eagle’s wings,
And dance above the clouds,
When whipping winds of life o’er take,
You catch me when I’m blown down.

At night we’ve met upon the shore<
And lain on sleepy sand,
Our spirits rose and love we’ve made,
To the music of nature’s band.

Each lifetime blooms from God above,
Like every spring His hand creates,
How golden and cherished are you,
My love, my life, my soulmate.

By L. M. Montes

Posted in Poetry

Love’s Breath

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Love is joyful,
Love is pain,
Love, a sweet smelling flower,
Pulls me to its scent,
And kills me with its breath.

Love stabs me with sharp petals,
And lashes, with fiery forest green leaves.

With every torturous gasp I take,
I whither.

Love’s entrancing, enticing entity,
Takes me in,
Holds me,
Stabs me,
Caresses me,
Cuts me.

This seesaw love,
It plagues me,
My head it whirls and twirls about,
Love stalks my smitten soul.

By L. M. Montes

Posted in Social

Jesus Is Always With Us

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Matthew 28:19-20

“Therefore go and make desciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,

and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

Posted in Fiction, Poetry

One Starry Night

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One starry night I lay beneath the sky,
the crickets strummed their violins so sweet,
dewy drops tickled,
the cool it prickled,
the moon man smiled up high.



Posted in Fiction

Water’s Time by L. M. Montes

Quarry Cove, Oregon Coast

Water is as old as time,
the stories it tells
are yours and mine.

From whales to pirates,
from ships to wrecks,
these tales of old in our minds do rest.

Posted in Writing

The Pushoff

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That moment before you start. Your mind is filled with so many thoughts. How do I begin? I know what I want to say; but how to write it in such a way that hooks the reader? Will what you write be good? Will it hook the reader? Will it inspire them? Will my beginning be as good as the beginning of my last book/story? What if I “sink”? What if it “takes off”? Yes, I can do this.

It’s all so thrilling isn’t it? You may have written many books/stories before and still have these questions going through your mind before you start. You want to make your readers happy, and you want them to have fun. Not to sound pessimistic, but we can’t please everyone. Many will enjoy your stories/books and many won’t. So, relax. Have fun. Don’t stress yourself out. The truth of it is, you have what I call “Your Circle”. These are the people who you trust to give you an honest critique of your writing before you publish your work. If your beginning, middle or end or anything in between doesn’t sound right, they will tell you. Listen to what they’re saying, take it into consideration, and go from there. If you’re new to the writing craft, your self-confidence may need to be built up more. If you are more experienced, you may have more confidence and so on.

Trust yourself. Based on your writing experiences you will come to know what is good and what needs to be scrapped. So…..DIVE IN. Enjoy.

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Yaquina Head Lighthouse