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James Matthew Byers writes fantasy, horror, science fiction and poetry. #StitchedSmilePublications #Beowulf
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Beowulf: The Midgard Epic

If you dig my poems here on Prose, love epic poetry, and have a taste for the fantastical, then I have a treat for you! Some of you may know this, others may not. I have a book out. It's called Beowulf: The Midgard Epic. It's a reworking "Beowulf." My version is written in rhyming iambic tetrameter. It also contains "The Wanderer" in the same format. (That's another ancient poem, of you were curious.) I have a Master's in English/Literature Education. I've written and illustrated for years. It's always been a passion, and now it's becoming a career. I did the cover art and the interior illustrations for the book. Several other Prosers here are signed to the same indie press as me. It's an amazing company called Stitched Smile Publications. If you haven't checked out their site, please do. And by all means, use me as a sounding board! Here's the link to snag my book. I'd be honored for you to read it. And if you do, I'd greatly appreciate a review. I'm thrilled to be here with so many talented poets and authors. Here's the  link to check out my book. I'll also post SSP's link. Happy writing!  

https://www.amazon.com/Beowulf-Midgard-James-Matthew-Byers/dp/1945263075

http://www.stitchedsmilepublications.com/

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Written by JamesMByers in portal Indie Authors
Beowulf: The Midgard Epic
If you dig my poems here on Prose, love epic poetry, and have a taste for the fantastical, then I have a treat for you! Some of you may know this, others may not. I have a book out. It's called Beowulf: The Midgard Epic. It's a reworking "Beowulf." My version is written in rhyming iambic tetrameter. It also contains "The Wanderer" in the same format. (That's another ancient poem, of you were curious.) I have a Master's in English/Literature Education. I've written and illustrated for years. It's always been a passion, and now it's becoming a career. I did the cover art and the interior illustrations for the book. Several other Prosers here are signed to the same indie press as me. It's an amazing company called Stitched Smile Publications. If you haven't checked out their site, please do. And by all means, use me as a sounding board! Here's the link to snag my book. I'd be honored for you to read it. And if you do, I'd greatly appreciate a review. I'm thrilled to be here with so many talented poets and authors. Here's the  link to check out my book. I'll also post SSP's link. Happy writing!  

https://www.amazon.com/Beowulf-Midgard-James-Matthew-Byers/dp/1945263075

http://www.stitchedsmilepublications.com/
#fantasy  #horror  #education  #poetry  #epic 
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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Sonnet 18, Too: Must I contrast you to a summer's day?

Must I contrast you to a summer's day?

You are more beautiful and collected.

Tornados damage the lands within May,

Thus summer's rent is briefly infected.

At times the blazing sky torch heats too much,

And others, her yellow features clouded;

As rain from thunder storms grace us in touch,

In randomness, or poor weather shrouded;

But your forever summer must not die,

Nor lose ownership of the rain you bring,

Nor must Death boast you are caught in her sty,

When in eternity to Time you sing.

So long as humans thrive, or eyes read through,

So long as this poem lives, so, too, will you.

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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesMByers
Sonnet 18, Too: Must I contrast you to a summer's day?
Must I contrast you to a summer's day?
You are more beautiful and collected.
Tornados damage the lands within May,
Thus summer's rent is briefly infected.
At times the blazing sky torch heats too much,
And others, her yellow features clouded;
As rain from thunder storms grace us in touch,
In randomness, or poor weather shrouded;
But your forever summer must not die,
Nor lose ownership of the rain you bring,
Nor must Death boast you are caught in her sty,
When in eternity to Time you sing.
So long as humans thrive, or eyes read through,
So long as this poem lives, so, too, will you.
#romance  #poetry  #prosechallenge  #Itslit  #getlit 
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"I should come with a warning sign." Show us what's written on it! 2-20 words only!
Written by JamesMByers in portal Micropoetry

Warning: Don't Feed the Animals

Warning: Do not feed this animal. He will follow you home, expect more food, and will not leave. Seriously. Ever.

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"I should come with a warning sign." Show us what's written on it! 2-20 words only!
Written by JamesMByers in portal Micropoetry
Warning: Don't Feed the Animals
Warning: Do not feed this animal. He will follow you home, expect more food, and will not leave. Seriously. Ever.
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Write a sexy haiku - can be subtle or hot, hot, hot!
Written by JamesMByers in portal Haiku

Open

I pressed parted lips

Inside of her deep moisture

As I entered there ...

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I pressed parted lips
Inside of her deep moisture
As I entered there ...
#fantasy  #romance  #poetry  #sex  #fetish 
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Define what these words mean to you: "to be fucked" Prose only. 300 coins to the most candid write.
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I Apologize

I am sorry. I never meant for this post to offend or to cause anyone discomfort. It was fictional, not literal. I am deeply sorry for posting it, and wish the person in question would forgive me, refriend me, and unblock me here on Prose. I am genuinely sorry if the words provoked any sense of confusion, dread, or discourtesy. Know that you are my friend, and a dearly respected writing colleague. I can only hope these words find your heart.

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Define what these words mean to you: "to be fucked" Prose only. 300 coins to the most candid write.
Written by JamesMByers
I Apologize
I am sorry. I never meant for this post to offend or to cause anyone discomfort. It was fictional, not literal. I am deeply sorry for posting it, and wish the person in question would forgive me, refriend me, and unblock me here on Prose. I am genuinely sorry if the words provoked any sense of confusion, dread, or discourtesy. Know that you are my friend, and a dearly respected writing colleague. I can only hope these words find your heart.
#romance  #adventure  #lust  #sex  #fetish 
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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Eyes Open

The men decide to come at me-

A badge, a whispered threat.

So many move around to see-

A sudden deep regret.

My hijab sends a panicked sign-

Religion sets the tone.

A plane takes off that once was mine-

I'm stuck; now it is gone.

The men have placed me in a room,

My children start to cry.

"Do you have bombs to make a boom?

Do you want us to die?"

I try and tell them who I am,

And that they have it wrong.

Instead, they offer to me, "Ma'am,

You need to play along.

The thing atop your head tells us

A terrorist is near.

Now, don't you try and make a fuss-

We want to make it clear-

The color of your skin defines

A nation of unrest."

My daughter's and my son's designs

Are beauty at its best.

I stand and ask what right have they

To hold us from the plane.

The men have little else to say,

The whole thing starts to drain.

At last my husband joins us there,

But they treat him the same.

They ruffle up his velvet hair;

They do not ask his name.

They confiscate a "weapon" in

A pocket- plastic fork.

They say, "Where are your people, then?"

He says, "We're from New York!"

About this time, the questions stop;

A white male with a gun

Unloads it on us- pop! Pop! POP!

We have nowhere to run.

Injustice never seems to fade-

But look at what they do-

Remember terror knows no shade,

Be free, Red, White, and Blue ...

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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesMByers
Eyes Open
The men decide to come at me-
A badge, a whispered threat.
So many move around to see-
A sudden deep regret.
My hijab sends a panicked sign-
Religion sets the tone.
A plane takes off that once was mine-
I'm stuck; now it is gone.
The men have placed me in a room,
My children start to cry.
"Do you have bombs to make a boom?
Do you want us to die?"
I try and tell them who I am,
And that they have it wrong.
Instead, they offer to me, "Ma'am,
You need to play along.
The thing atop your head tells us
A terrorist is near.
Now, don't you try and make a fuss-
We want to make it clear-
The color of your skin defines
A nation of unrest."
My daughter's and my son's designs
Are beauty at its best.
I stand and ask what right have they
To hold us from the plane.
The men have little else to say,
The whole thing starts to drain.
At last my husband joins us there,
But they treat him the same.
They ruffle up his velvet hair;
They do not ask his name.
They confiscate a "weapon" in
A pocket- plastic fork.
They say, "Where are your people, then?"
He says, "We're from New York!"
About this time, the questions stop;
A white male with a gun
Unloads it on us- pop! Pop! POP!
We have nowhere to run.
Injustice never seems to fade-
But look at what they do-
Remember terror knows no shade,
Be free, Red, White, and Blue ...


#poetry  #prosechallenge  #culture  #Itslit  #getlit 
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I'm enamored of short-form writing - micropoetry, flash fiction, etc. For this challenge, write an ultrashort story (150 words or fewer). It must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I will do one, too. Tag me @ruffmiriam
Written by JamesMByers in portal Flash Fiction

She ...

She came into the world a child and grew into a teen as wild: rebellion and a rebel smile upon her face and grace, her style. The years, they passed, compelling course; a girl into an anthem's force and then a woman bold and brave until she lay within her grave.

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I'm enamored of short-form writing - micropoetry, flash fiction, etc. For this challenge, write an ultrashort story (150 words or fewer). It must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I will do one, too. Tag me @ruffmiriam
Written by JamesMByers in portal Flash Fiction
She ...
She came into the world a child and grew into a teen as wild: rebellion and a rebel smile upon her face and grace, her style. The years, they passed, compelling course; a girl into an anthem's force and then a woman bold and brave until she lay within her grave.
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We are a literary agency seeking fresh talent. In 200 words or more, demonstrate your writing talent. We will be in touch with any and all promising participants throughout the rest of this quarter.
Written by JamesMByers in portal Publishing

Stranger Things ...

The stranger knocked upon the door,

A creaking, wooden throb,

And someone on the other side

Unlatched and turned the knob.

Uncertainty, a soft, "Hello,"

And, "May I use your phone?"

The person on the other side

Appeared to be alone.

An observation taken in,

No pictures on the wall.

He pointed somewhere down the way-

"Go on and make a call."

The thunder boomed; the stranger stalled

As wires were cut instead.

The gentleman began to sense

A subtle hint of dread.

A conversation thus ensued-

"So what has brought you out?

The rain has flooded everything,

And wiped away the drought.

Say, did you walk, or did you drive?

Why don't I take your coat?"

The stranger slowly moved his arms,

A sentimental gloat.

The water from the pouring skies

Enveloped cloth and shoe.

"Say, would you like a place to sleep?

I'll leave it up to you."

The person on the other side

Discarded his mistrust.

The stranger said his tire was flat,

And shed the muddy crust.

"The phone won't work," he also said.

"It could just be the storm.

Perhaps I will stay here tonight,

To keep me safe and warm."

The patron of the house agreed.

He hadn't seen the wire.

The chilly dampness prompted him

To quickly build a fire.

"You have a name? They call me Ed.

My wife was Verna Dean.

She passed away five years ago

And left me here as seen.

I guess it's really not so bad.

We never had a child.

I loved that Verna awful much,"

He said and sadly smiled.

"No property to divvy up.

The bank will get it all.

Say, do you want to try again

To go and make that call?"

The stranger grinned and left the flame

As to the phone he strode.

Within his pocket, knives and twine

In hiding seemed to goad.

A plan was formed- he'd kill the man;

Eviscerate him whole.

The twine would keep him firmly held;

The knife would steal his soul.

A lusty surge erupted hence;

A wicked bit of sin.

The stranger hadn't noticed yet

That someone else came in.

About the time a shadow fell,

He spun to meet a pan.

The room around him faded out

As eyes looked on a man.

A day or two it seemed had passed,

And when he woke all tied,

The stranger gazed upon old Ed

Who simply said, "You lied."

Reversing thoughts, the moment fled

And Ed said in a lean,

"No worries, stranger. None at all.

Hey, look, here's Verna Dean!"

He looked upon a wraith in rage;

It seemed his little lie

Combusted in a burning fit-

He didn't want to die.

So many victims in his life,

Some fifty bodies strewn.

And now he was the victim; now

The pain to him was known.

The stranger fought against the twine,

And noticed by his bed

The knife once in his pocket left

A trail of something red.

A bowl filled full of organs sat

As Verna poured some salt.

She exited with all of them.

"You know, this is your fault.

We demons wait for just the day

The guilty take the bait

And play with matches one last time-

I simply cannot wait

To taste the death within your flesh;

The venom in your gut.

So now you know the way they felt-

Hey, you've got quite a cut!"

The person on the other side

Removed his human skin-

Before his wife came back for more,

He offered with a grin:

"Say, stranger, is there anything

You'd like to say at all?"

I looked at all the blood and said,

"I'd like to make that call ... "

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We are a literary agency seeking fresh talent. In 200 words or more, demonstrate your writing talent. We will be in touch with any and all promising participants throughout the rest of this quarter.
Written by JamesMByers in portal Publishing
Stranger Things ...
The stranger knocked upon the door,
A creaking, wooden throb,
And someone on the other side
Unlatched and turned the knob.
Uncertainty, a soft, "Hello,"
And, "May I use your phone?"
The person on the other side
Appeared to be alone.
An observation taken in,
No pictures on the wall.
He pointed somewhere down the way-
"Go on and make a call."
The thunder boomed; the stranger stalled
As wires were cut instead.
The gentleman began to sense
A subtle hint of dread.
A conversation thus ensued-
"So what has brought you out?
The rain has flooded everything,
And wiped away the drought.
Say, did you walk, or did you drive?
Why don't I take your coat?"
The stranger slowly moved his arms,
A sentimental gloat.
The water from the pouring skies
Enveloped cloth and shoe.
"Say, would you like a place to sleep?
I'll leave it up to you."
The person on the other side
Discarded his mistrust.
The stranger said his tire was flat,
And shed the muddy crust.
"The phone won't work," he also said.
"It could just be the storm.
Perhaps I will stay here tonight,
To keep me safe and warm."
The patron of the house agreed.
He hadn't seen the wire.
The chilly dampness prompted him
To quickly build a fire.
"You have a name? They call me Ed.
My wife was Verna Dean.
She passed away five years ago
And left me here as seen.
I guess it's really not so bad.
We never had a child.
I loved that Verna awful much,"
He said and sadly smiled.
"No property to divvy up.
The bank will get it all.
Say, do you want to try again
To go and make that call?"
The stranger grinned and left the flame
As to the phone he strode.
Within his pocket, knives and twine
In hiding seemed to goad.
A plan was formed- he'd kill the man;
Eviscerate him whole.
The twine would keep him firmly held;
The knife would steal his soul.
A lusty surge erupted hence;
A wicked bit of sin.
The stranger hadn't noticed yet
That someone else came in.
About the time a shadow fell,
He spun to meet a pan.
The room around him faded out
As eyes looked on a man.
A day or two it seemed had passed,
And when he woke all tied,
The stranger gazed upon old Ed
Who simply said, "You lied."
Reversing thoughts, the moment fled
And Ed said in a lean,
"No worries, stranger. None at all.
Hey, look, here's Verna Dean!"
He looked upon a wraith in rage;
It seemed his little lie
Combusted in a burning fit-
He didn't want to die.
So many victims in his life,
Some fifty bodies strewn.
And now he was the victim; now
The pain to him was known.
The stranger fought against the twine,
And noticed by his bed
The knife once in his pocket left
A trail of something red.
A bowl filled full of organs sat
As Verna poured some salt.
She exited with all of them.
"You know, this is your fault.
We demons wait for just the day
The guilty take the bait
And play with matches one last time-
I simply cannot wait
To taste the death within your flesh;
The venom in your gut.
So now you know the way they felt-
Hey, you've got quite a cut!"
The person on the other side
Removed his human skin-
Before his wife came back for more,
He offered with a grin:
"Say, stranger, is there anything
You'd like to say at all?"
I looked at all the blood and said,
"I'd like to make that call ... "
























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Written by JamesMByers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

We the People

We the people won't divide

We simply will unite

We the people shine our pride

We band and stand to fight

We the people must align

No matter black or white

We the people are the sign

We only make things right

We the people overcome

Regardless of our creed

We the people, not just some

All share a common need

We the people get to love

No matter, gay or straight

We the people conquer fear

We all can conquer hate

We the people have the will

We exercise belief

We the people, stronger still

Must comfort those in grief

We the people make this land

The yellow and the red

We the people, hand in hand

The melting pot gets fed

We the people get to choose

This country is our voice

We the people didn't lose

We still are given choice

We the people have a chance

Religious freedom here

We the people make a stance

To rise and make it clear

We the people must be one

We mustn't slip and fall

We the people are the sun

We'll shine above it all

We the people, not one man

Or woman, duly give

We the people have a plan

Let's love and laugh and live

We the people march to say

The anthem shall persist

We the people, rainbow rock

Together we resist ...

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Written by JamesMByers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
We the People
We the people won't divide
We simply will unite
We the people shine our pride
We band and stand to fight
We the people must align
No matter black or white
We the people are the sign
We only make things right
We the people overcome
Regardless of our creed
We the people, not just some
All share a common need
We the people get to love
No matter, gay or straight
We the people conquer fear
We all can conquer hate
We the people have the will
We exercise belief
We the people, stronger still
Must comfort those in grief
We the people make this land
The yellow and the red
We the people, hand in hand
The melting pot gets fed
We the people get to choose
This country is our voice
We the people didn't lose
We still are given choice
We the people have a chance
Religious freedom here
We the people make a stance
To rise and make it clear
We the people must be one
We mustn't slip and fall
We the people are the sun
We'll shine above it all
We the people, not one man
Or woman, duly give
We the people have a plan
Let's love and laugh and live
We the people march to say
The anthem shall persist
We the people, rainbow rock
Together we resist ...
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Go on and let love unleash it all write a poem, prose, blank verse, haiku anything at all everything is accepted declaring how much you love your lover. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY do not forget to send this after you finish writing to your lover. Enjoy!
Written by JamesMByers

Release

A heart, an arrow, cupid's aim

Apart are narrow, just a game.

Together they are love in force,

Forever staying firm the course.

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Go on and let love unleash it all write a poem, prose, blank verse, haiku anything at all everything is accepted declaring how much you love your lover. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY do not forget to send this after you finish writing to your lover. Enjoy!
Written by JamesMByers
Release
A heart, an arrow, cupid's aim
Apart are narrow, just a game.
Together they are love in force,
Forever staying firm the course.
#romance  #poetry  #love  #culture  #valentinesday 
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