The troubles writing an Epic like poem

Hello,

Writers, poets and lover’s of the written mother tongue of the song language. I’m in a tailspin of emotions and trying to complete my first poetry book.

Poems come easy. I’ve always had a heart and ear for the sound  bird language of Shakespeare and Frost. I love English. It is the language bridges and valleys the mother tongue to poets and legendary wordsmiths.

The Epic is another beast though.

I read few in my life. Job’s trail’s accounts for my 90 percent experience. I’m writing a story that isn’t a story a poem that has traveled with me for ten plus years of my life. I’m finding it hard to complete. The cover is done. The format is set and due date is in the month of this post’s birth of February,  2020.

It will be a work composed of my music and my love of the depth of affection for the songs that have brought me comfort and joy.

As you can tell by now I’m in a poetic mood. My ambition is to complete it this month but in reality I will have to complete half of it in Ebook from and finish it by March’s middle of the road.

January’s book taught me about extending a chapter length simple with seeing the interactions of interesting characters. I loved work.

February’s book is teaching me focusing the value of time and difficulty of entering into a new form of literature.

I do wonder what March’s book will be. Though I have an idea brewing in my notes on my phone. It’s a steampunk fantasy staged in Fort Worth. Very gritted and fun. I’ll see how it goes.

Current books I’m reading: Throne of Bones, Warprize and a few others I can’t name at present.

L. M. Parker

The impeachment that never was

The comedy of the American political system. A trial of a President ends with a fart at a crowded football stadium. Nobody knows and nobody cares.

Well maybe the person next to you.

In any event I tried to care. It was a boring affair and my own life and money issues are still far more interesting to me. But, I did try.

I really have nothing more to say then everyone not in a fantasy bubble knew it would go no where but at least our tax fake dollars paid for the boring circus that was a “historical moment” for half the people that cared to watch it.

Oh the comedy of it all. The money spent and the lack of entertainment and the boring old and young people raging into a echo chamber of fools.

L. M. Parker

It’s not suppose to snow in Texas

One year ago,

I was in one place then on the seventh month I found myself looking up and the covering my head with a cap to keep out the abusive Texas heat of summer.

Now, I’m in winter and still wondering again and again how did I end up here.

The facts are clear in my head it started with a house being sold and a road trip that crossed many states. You could say it was a voyage of last experiences with a harsh final end.

The moral of the story. Don’t rush and some times it’s already to late to start again. That was what 2019 was for me. Frustration, pain and laughter some times.

That’s what I thought about on mild Snowy after noon in Texas.

L. M. Parker

La Rue: The Heir Prologue

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PROLOGUE

BELLA

2016, Another failed relationship turns

suddenly violent again

The first thought that entered my mind was thank God my father hadn’t come up with me to Jon Perier’s apartment. If he did his reaction might have been more deadlier then mine to the sight of seeing his future son-in-law in bed with two red-heads. This was the second time this had happened to me. Well not this situation accurately but something very similar.

I stood over the giant queen size bed watching Jon Perier’s handsome contented grin as he lay in between both women with an arm around the left one and the right one. What the hell was I doing? Why was I attracted to sick crazy handsome men? I had to figure this thing out or I was never going get married to a normal person.

The girl to the left opened her eyes suddenly and looked up at me and stared at me without blinking in stark fear. She mouthed the words. Who. Are You.

I answered by raising my hand with my engagement ring and pointing to the handsome idiot in the bed. She understood right away and started trying to inch her way out of the bed.

Jon Perier came awake without opening his eyes and tightened his hold around her waist and cupped her breast under the covers.

Where do you think your going, Honey. It’s still early yet.” He said in a smooth southern drawl.“Your fiancee is here? Your girlfriend to your right wants to get breakfast.” I said.

Jon Perier’s eye lids opened slowly as his smile strangely held in place. He looked directly at me without any change in his emotions or facial expression.

Yep.

I was a crazy fool idiot or maybe I’m the idiot here for choosing this idiot. I really needed to figure out what the hell was wrong with me. He opened his mouth to begin his prepared speech but I wasn’t having that.

It’s over. I’m not going to tell my Daddy about this but I’m calling the wedding off when I meet up with my family for a short meeting.” I said and I started inching for the door.

Jon Perier frowned in confusion like he didn’t know where this was coming. He was in his own world and he was still trying to work a game on me. I really had to get out of here. I could feel the vomit just a few minutes away from coming up. I had to keep it together a little longer.

Com-on Cher. It was just a minor slip up. The girls’ got the better of me.” He said in that voice that usually got me sweaty and bothered. It still did even now. But, I wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t want me. He wanted something connected to me.”

I shook my head. “I’m not your Cher. I told you before. You couldn’t cheat on me. If you did I get over it but my family wouldn’t forget. Loyalty is everything to a La Rue.” I said watching and his reactions.

Jon Perier’s arm slipped away from the girl on the left as his hand inched toward a red rectangle box on his night stand.

Oh! No. Things were moving to fast. I had to slow it down. I held up my hand. “I told you I wouldn’t tell my family about what you did. I’ll give you back the ring and we can..” I paused as he pushed one of the girls at me. I dodged to the left and draw out my revolver from under my leather jacket.

I aimed my weapon at Jon Perier’s face as he held his piece at one of the girls. I shook my head. “That’s not going to work sweety. My Daddy is down stairs along with my cousins. I bought you a bike for our engagement.” I said.

Jon froze with a semi automatic in his hand. We stared at each other neither one moving. How did we end up here? This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened though. This time however I was armed and not as innocent as I had had been.

Unload, the magazine and the bullet in the chamber. Right now.” I ordered him. I was hyper aware of everyone in the room.

Jon gave him his pretty smile but he didn’t move to follow my instructions. He was playing to make a move.

Your weapon would make a loud sound and that would cause you and your family problems with the police. Just let me leave and I’ll-” He started but I stopped when I shook my head.

Unload, the magazine and the bullet in the chamber. Do it now or I start shooting. This is your last warning.” I told him again. I gave up my dog for this piece of trash. Never again would let myself be this desperate for a man.