One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second.
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.
poetry
The Last Day of THE PREY FOR THE DEAD BLOG TOUR
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Welcome to the “PREY FOR THE DEAD” Blog Tour! @SusanneLeist @4WillsPub #RRBC
April 10, 2019
It is my pleasure to welcome
PREY FOR THE DEAD Blog Tour Starring Susanne Leist a #RRBC Member
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This is the last day of my blog tour. I hope everyone enjoyed my poetry and excerpts of PREY FOR THE DEAD. I added snippets of my life even though I hate writing about myself. What else can I share? Writing began as a hobby. It’s become a profession—one that doesn’t earn much money. I can share my new hobby. Poetry.
Over the course of the past four years, I’ve written 558 poems. Don’t worry, I will share a few.
SADNESS FOLLOWS ME
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
but feel its long shadow.
WELCOME THE NIGHT
Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will be back tomorrow morning
So no need for any worrying.
HARMONY OF THE SENSES
The rustle of the grass
as I make my way past.
The hard waves against the shore
echo memories and more.
The soft feel of the white sand
as I touch toes to the land.
The cries of the seagulls
as they dip to check holes.
A harmony of the senses.
A feast to cover all tenses.
Past, present, future converge
to bring pleasure to this splurge.
ARE WE ALONE?
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Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream
ARE WE ALONE?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone,
Or is he still with me?
I feel him beside me.
He chuckles at my blunders.
Laughs at my jokes.
Cries when I’m hurt.
He is with me.
Always.
Forever.
A BUD
A bud so sweet,
Enticing treat.
It throws off heat,
Dance to its beat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud,
Near my face big and round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
That’s all, folks
SUSANNE LEIST BIO
I have always loved to read. Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean, Robert Ludlum, and many other authors filled my young imagination with intrigue and mystery. When I wasn’t reading late into the night, the TV shows—Murder She Wrote and Columbo—entertained me with tales of murder and suspense.
Over the years, my taste in TV expanded to include such shows as Supernatural and The Originals. I searched for paranormal, murder mysteries but found few at the library or bookstore. So, I wrote one.
A career in writing has been a big leap for me. Accustomed to the number-crunching field of budgeting and the hectic commodity markets, I left my first career and M.B.A. in Finance behind to pursue my dream. I do not regret my foray into literature for one moment. Fellow authors helped me make my way through the competitive field. I write every day and even tried my hand at poetry. If someone tells you it’s too late in life to try something different, they are wrong. It is never too late to follow your heart.
The Dead Game is the first book in The Dead Game series. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the classic murder mystery with dead bodies, suspects, and clues. It offers vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to give spice to the mix. Once you read The Dead Game, you will never look at a dead body the same way.
In Book Two, Prey for The Dead, the suspense continues as The Dead use an exclusive club in Disney World and infiltrate the rich and famous. The Dead grow in power, and not even the sun or the swamps of Florida can weaken them. Linda–my main character–and her friends join with the human vampires or hybrids to defeat the evil forces threatening to control their town.
I hope you enjoy my books. The third book of The Dead Game Series is waiting for me to write.
SUSANNE LEIST’S SOCIAL MEDIA & BOOK LINKS
PURCHASE LINKS:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PB9KG4P/
Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130732773?ean=2940161260111
SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SusanneLeist
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/susanne.leist.98
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/susanne.leist/
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Thanks for supporting this author and her work!
PREY FOR THE DEAD Blog Tour
Thank you, Bernard Foong, for hosting my tour today!
Welcome to the “PREY FOR THE DEAD” Blog Tour! @SusanneLeist @4WillsPub #RRBC
PREY FOR THE DEAD Blog Tour
Sometimes, it’s easier to tell a story in a poem. Let me present three poems I’ve written for THE DEAD GAME Series.
The first poem describes Linda’s fear of The Dead vampires. They appear in my first book, THE DEAD GAME.
From under the sea
they have come for me.
Rising from the deep
they come when I sleep.
Through the small town, they roam
looking for a new home.
Blending with tourists at day
but at night they get to play.
Blood-thirsty as they are,
they don’t have to go far.
They take sustenance within reach
leaving dead bodies on the beach.
Tourists flee the hotel
before they’re doomed to hell.
The evil one walks tall.
Our town will surely fall.
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In my second poem, Linda fears Wolf, The Dead leader, has returned for her in PREY FOR THE DEAD.
A nip in the air.
A chill in my bones.
The Dead will be here
And in our own homes.
Palm trees will shiver.
The ground will quake
Along the river
And by the lake.
Take me far away
From this creepy place.
I refuse to stay
And see his pale face.
Will Linda stand strong? I’m not telling.
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In the third poem, Wolf is back in Oasis, Florida. Linda refuses to succumb to his passion. Will she fall PREY TO THE DEAD? She is tempted to the dark side.
He’s back.
How could this be?
I should have known.
He will never rest easy.
Without me to torment.
Without me in his arms.
A door opens.
He tempts me with sunshine.
His hand reaches for me.
My skin tingles from his touch.
He whispers promises in my ear.
I turn away from his sweet words.
He will come for me tonight.
He will appear in a new package.
I will be prepared and ready.
I will not be fooled again.
SUSANNE LEIST BIO
I have always loved to read. Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean, Robert Ludlum, and many other authors filled my young imagination with intrigue and mystery. When I wasn’t reading late into the night, the TV shows—Murder She Wrote and Columbo—entertained me with tales of murder and suspense.
Over the years, my taste in TV expanded to include such shows as Supernatural and The Originals. I searched for paranormal, murder mysteries but found few at the library or bookstore. So, I wrote one.
A career in writing has been a big leap for me. Accustomed to the number-crunching field of budgeting and the hectic commodity markets, I left my first career and M.B.A. in Finance behind to pursue my dream. I do not regret my foray into literature for one moment. Fellow authors helped me make my way through the competitive field. I write every day and even tried my hand at poetry. If someone tells you it’s too late in life to try something different, they are wrong. It is never too late to follow your heart.
The Dead Game is the first book in The Dead Game series. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the classic murder mystery with dead bodies, suspects, and clues. It offers vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to give spice to the mix. Once you read The Dead Game, you will never look at a dead body the same way.
In Book Two, Prey for The Dead, the suspense continues as The Dead use an exclusive club in Disney World and infiltrate the rich and famous. The Dead grow in power, and not even the sun or the swamps of Florida can weaken them. Linda–my main character–and her friends join with the human vampires or hybrids to defeat the evil forces threatening to control their town.
I hope you enjoy my books. The third book of The Dead Game Series is waiting for me to write.
SUSANNE LEIST’S SOCIAL MEDIA & BOOK LINKS
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/pILNxaD5XlI
PURCHASE LINKS:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PB9KG4P
Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130732773?ean=2940161260111
SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SusanneLeist
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/susanne.leist.98
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/susanne.leist/
BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/susanne-leist
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HERE.
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JOIN US! We’d love to have you!
Thanks for supporting this author and her work!
HARMONY OF THE SENSES
Source:mykukula
The rustle of the grass
as I make my way past.
The hard waves against the shore
echo memories and more.
The soft feel of the white sand
as I touch toes to the land.
The cries of the seagulls
as they dip to check holes.
A harmony of the senses.
A feast to cover all tenses.
Past, present, future converge
to bring pleasure to this splurge.
TEARS
Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody Paintings: Oil on Canvas
I cry in the morning.
I cry into the night.
Tears to fill an ocean.
I won’t forget the fight.
I will wait each day.
Bow my head and pray.
I know you’ll return to me.
I will never let you free.
SWIRLING COLORS
Source:jeliyfish
Fuschia pink and turquoise blue,
colors swirling as the sea.
Velvet petals you can feel,
but with thorns as points of steel.
I present them to you, my dearest love,
the perfect beauty as the sky above.
Bright blood gushes from your punctured hand,
I should have added a marching band.
Our love is two-sided as my gift,
I know you might be a little miffed.
You crumble to the ground,
ringing the death knoll sound.
I know I made the right decision,
your death is a heaven-sent vision.
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Poetry by D. L. Finn
DARKNESS
The air is thick as you breathe it in
Filling your lungs with its silence.
It unnerves you when you’re alone
Because in the darkness there are shadows.
They are filled with the unknown
While the quiet is lurking with danger.
It’s unseen, watching while your heart is racing
And your skin drenched in sweat, you scan the night.
You see nothing and hear nothing
Yet, you know it’s there.
You hurry back into the light where it’s safe
Shut the door and lock it with a sigh of relief.
You quickly forget the darkness
But, what you don’t know is…
It hasn’t forgotten you.
TO FLY (Musings from the Back of a Harley)
We fly by the ranches…
Cows, goats, and horses.
Grazing golden-grass untroubled…
As we rumble loudly past them.
The ponds are rain depleted…
Fall harvest signs invite us to stop.
But, today is a day to fly…
To fly past normalcy
To fly past worries
To fly past obligations.
They rush by us like the scenery…
Soaring past our leather-clad bodies.
They crash behind us like a boat’s wake…
Miraculously missing us in our frantic flight.
Yet, all is forgiven flying on our motorcycle…
As our souls chaperon our journey.
THE RIVER’S GIFTS
It’s smooth and gentle on a warm spring day…
The rocks and trees are mirrored in its purity.
The beach’s sandy-warmth caresses me…
As I skim a flat rock across the water’s surface.
Eight small splashes are my reward…
Expanding into rings that disappear into flow.
Fish swim with the current beneath…
Hawks soar above searching for their next meal.
I deeply breathe in the serenity shared by the river.
A delicate butterfly swoops down and rests in front of me…
I want to touch it, be a part of its splendor, as I watch it fly away.
It finds nectar on a purple flower at the water’s edge…
I inhale bliss as the butterfly’s hunger is satisfied.
Searching up river I find water cascading down a rocky ledge.
I pause to drink in the magnificence and wisdom…
The river can negotiate any obstacle and continue its journey.
Here next to the flowing wonder, I find peace, and beauty…
I absorb this into my being, with gratitude, for the river’s gifts.
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