Sixty poems of Pain and Beauty

The holiday season is a great time to read poems on a variety of topics, from nature poems to social commentary. You’ll find thoughts to ponder in ‘Sixty Poems of Pain and Beauty’. It will probably make the best Christmas gift but you might just prefer to keep it.
After purchasing the anthology, feel free to drop me a line letting me know why you appreciate a particular poem. I will be happy to provide you with a free pdf copy of any of my other books, including the original pictorial version of ‘In Assembly and other Poems’ should you choose. Or how about ‘Terror in Bruges’ if you go for the thriller genre? It’s your choice. Enjoy!

My other books include ‘An Assortment of Poetry Genres’ (co-edited with Kehinde Badiru).

Textbooks:
One Beat (TEFL pictorial)
Swan: Pen and Cob (TEFL pictorial)
Le Paysages des Mots (French FLE pictorial)
A Glimpse of Aveyron (French FLE pictorial)
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What kind of poems might you read in ‘Sixty poems of Pain and Beauty’?

Here ‘s one: Prague: winter beggars 

Eclectic shops, river banks,

promenades. 

You stop; you shop. 

One shiny leather bag 

calls your attention.    

It glitters, entices.   

You pause and see

it’s not unlike the city

you’re in.

On the outside, it gleams   

but then wears thin

for those who never made it,

lost within the lining,

who might not be found 

until it’s too late.                  

Yes, look inside your own bag.

Has it been neglected,

gathered all sorts,

suffering in silence

in the bottom of the heap?   

Stained skin in the recess-

a tear in the deep? 

Try turning it

inside out.

Look inside or if you have      

been wise, wear it on your shoulder.

Patent leather, shining bright,

oblivious to the weather

marvellous to the touch,

it can do so much   

to your spirit.

Upset? Take to the square.

Watch the world go by.

Smiles all around;

couples in wait        

beside the gate.

Beside the coats, snug hats, warm hands,

who is it that I see?

One man on his knees.

Could he be begging?      

His eyes plead

towards the sea of faces

flowing, glowing past,

wondering 

how they will spend the     

last few hours in a city made to last.

City of wonders- turn it inside out,

speak of Prague and wonder.

Angie Andrews ©2010

Thank you so much for your custom.

Angele Ann Andrews