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I successfully published a poetry book, i entitled, Poetry or More. Now, the original plan I used is to place three year in one book, text side audio. Unfortunately, a 100MB or 100,000KB limit exist on ebooks that can be loaded <that is fair cause that equate to a huge amount from raw text>. Thus, I made four version, one is only text that include all the years. The other three are partials: 2015-2016, 2017 January to June, or 2017 July to December. The text only includes all the poem stories, poem of the months or seasons. I placed the links to each Poetry or More variant below, and if you want an excerpt I kept the December solstice 2017/December 2017/December Poem Story 2017/July Aphelion 2017 poem blog entries. All is linked below. Enjoy. Poetry or More 2015-2017 text only https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more-1 Poetry or More 2015-2016 audio or text https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more-2 Poetry or more 2017 January to June audio or text https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more-3 Poetry or more 2017 July to December audio or text https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more Overdrive links https://www.overdrive.com/series/richard-murray-short-story-collection December Poem Story 2017 https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/137-december-2017-poem-story/ December 2017 https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/134-july-aphelion-2017-poem/https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/120-december-2017-poem/ July Aphelion 2017 Listen to "January Perihelion 2017" on Spreaker. Farthest from the light Is the ancient under water wheel Seahorse, crab, anchovy, or like, dance in it The last to it's kind It's descendent's, kill or betray the old life ...Long before man, or when dinosaur's began Earth made the ancient plant's To play side all other children But... came a change Earth became cloudy, the sunlight distant in essence And, nearest penultimate ancient plant's died But the heart from Earth, did not want all to die And embrac'd the ancient under water wheel To usher in the dinosaur And, it surviv'd, to today, deep in the water Far from the sun , alway's Audio ( https://www.spreaker.com/user/6716082/july-aphelion-2017 ) Check out my ebooks- the free one is noted, please read/enjoy/give me your response:Sunset Children Stories: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sunset-children-stories Looking West and West: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/looking-west-and-west Janidogo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-janidogo The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph The Nyotenda FREE : https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-nyotenda Includes a comic. The following link is an excerpt LINK December 2017 Poem December I hear some speak to maturity why am I not convince? do I have access to a wise diary am I living behind a fence nothing literal or from prison is about me sole support from my sense kin to all common water's born from being many schnee each winter, the former liquid chime, Never Again! On the craterous surface, will we be sow Under only the sky, above all other life, is our remaining time ... then the sun rise, and maturity prove elusive again ... I hear few speak to possibility why do most shun if sense do they have no craft they fee are they surround from total absence? nothing craftal or annihil they don't see all support from their mince kin to all warstarter's born from inherent malflee each winter, the sanguine rhyme, Always Again! In the cavernous channels, will we be sow Under only the hide, between all other life, is our remaining time ... then the lids rise, and possibility prove all coming again ...Can a possible be immature Is immaturity a craft from some possible to reject all other possible Do the questions prove sense? Audio ( https://www.spreaker.com/user/6716082/october-2017-poem ) Check out my ebooks LINK Short Story Collections LINK JIHI seriesLINK The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph December Solstice 2017 Happy December Solstice. Mama Earth in less than a moment tilt her axis farthest from parallel to the Sun, more than any other time save one between the Perihelions. May those in the northern hemisphere, have a collective , communal warmth, may those in the southern hemisphere, have a energetic smooth cool. A once virgin prince, now white hair king Ponder to her tomb, the Last Rose, from Hadinchi On his regal seat, in a cold empty hall He remember, the fairies dance, on all the jewel pall's No longer their sprinkle's, in this long fall He leave his seat, stride slow on broke floor He see her portrait, made when good time's were more A goblin weave'd her skin, from hairs on the amber boar No longer it make step, in this long fall Open the hall door, and on to the mausoleum The path shimmer or shine, throughway, to where his woe's sum From glass depicting her life, molded from dragon fire's, or jitu hum's No longer they breath or song, in this long fall Finally, to her body rest, in grandeur timeless A statue made, from the king mind or hand, to her likeness Eight ninth from centuries, on the craft, and still a jumble mess No longer can he remake, in this long fall And fall... the white hair king, crying My Love! my love... Time smooth over, and none recall, or only hear whisper, in winter To the once virgin prince or Tamawari, his lover ...But, the rarest whisper, say a black dove cry in a spring, will end their leter Audio link( https://www.spreaker.com/user/6716082/december-solstice-2017-poem ) Check out my ebooks- the free one is noted, please read/enjoy/give me your response: LINK Short Story Collections LINK JIHI seriesLINK The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph Be Safe December 2017 Poem Story Somewhere, or sometime, in existence In a temporal expanse Tween cluster's from star's or nebula's On a planet from like set Aside a beach, part to an isle in the caribbean, is waterfall's Where she sit I don't know her name Have not ask'd about Been here a few day, and still not approach I have no game, or malice play A simple joy, watching the sun, shadow, wind, or mist mix, about her, or her dress But... time is near done The time this somewhere Me no romeo, her no juliet Nor us two ship, to make a living idol or gret or regret Only a woman enjoying the sun, shadow, wind, or mist, mix about her, or her dress Or a man enjoying where she sit, honorable distance, no persistence Two pleasant, quiet, honest... model: amber rayne photographer: Travis Houze https://www.flickr.com/photos/37051354@N04/27333584943/ Check out my ebooks- please read/enjoy/give me your response: LINK Short Story Collections LINK JIHI seriesLINK The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph

i haven't forgotten Oscar Peterson, Harry. He was one of my favorite jazz pianist. And i wish your wish would come true!

Happy New Christmas Troy and Harry. And to all the AALBC family.

Listening To Music On Christmas Eve. What Christmas Means To Me,I Perceive..Love For Family And Friends ,My Heart Possess...Seeing People Who Are Alone,I Have Been Blessed..Enjoying The Young As The Family Grows. Remembering,Those Gone From Memories And Photos...Many Hugs And Much Laughing.. Giving Gifts And Unwrapping....At,church After The Bell Rings. Watching The Children Black Nativity Scene,As The Choir Sings...At Families,Homes Together Gathered. Enjoying Eating The Dinner,Prepared...With Loving Moments And Memories Of Those,Long Gone I Will Never Forget.....My Life Enriched By New,Friends I Have Met...