Regarding posts made on Pitching Pennies Poetry and The Peaceful Pub…

I would like to thank each and every one who takes the time to “like” my work and to
comment on it. You are so special to me and so are your blog sites.  I wanted to share
a current issue with you.

There is a person who uses the same login but sundry site names (several of which are already closed)  who pings back most every post I make.  I consider a ping back a great
honor so long as it is used for a literary purpose.

However this person is using my posts to highlight his possibly unscrupulous ventures.
Most certainly the sites are commercial schemes.  I pay to keep ads off my sites.  I take a
strong stand against some of the ventures this person promotes and I most certainly
don’t want to assist him in any way.

I have removed the ping backs from my site and am now posting the following disclaimer:

PLEASE:  Please do not use material from Pitching Pennies Poetry or The Peaceful Pub or any link thereof for the purpose of drawing traffic to commercial sites.  

I’ll Buy a Kindle When They Create a “Book Smell” App

via I’ll Buy a Kindle When They Create a “Book Smell” App


Most all of you in the known world know of Mitch Teemley’s wit and wisdom and his undying love of God, family, and books.  (Okay, gotta add to that:  movies and music,
producing, scripting, acting. teaching, preaching, writing…you get the idea.  The list grows and grows.)  He is a dedicated, motivated human being who surely must get up in the morning and say, “God, what do you want me to do today?”  and that is what he does and does it well.

So, back to the subject at hand:  Books.  Having failed miserably to convince some junkies
of the technical world that no matter how digitized we become or how convenient it is, there is no electronic device that can  replace the ambiance and the power of the printed book, I recalled an article that was published on Mitch’s  Power of Story blog.   (an excerpt from Mitch Teemley’s article:)

“I can’t remember when I wasn’t in love with books—with the places they took me, the things they made me feel, and the ideas they introduced me to.

As early as I can recall, I would thrum their pages, feather their edges, and breath deep their aromae so that later, as I drifted off to sleep, I could recall “the smell of” Huckleberry Finn or The Call of the Wild or The Three Musketeers. (Ahem. Don’t think literal here, think literary.)

There were newbook smells—paper, ink, and binding (or, in the case of paperbacks, glue—wonderful glue). There were oldbook smells, faded versions of the former with all kinds of exotic mold overlaid. And not just any mold, but bookmold. Libraries are virtual harems of bookmold. Be still, my beating heart!” Mitch Teemley, The Power of Story

I will repeat the link to the full article: https://mitchteemley.com/2014/12/02/ill-buy-a-kindle-when-they-create-a-book-smell-app/

Check out the rest of The Power of Story blog…it is a veritable treasure trove.







The Play’s the Thing

“With these my hands, by time’s grey hand defiled,
I’ll speak my praise – thy verse leaves me beguiled!”
W.S. /rr

I beg, make haste; the crime must be avenged!
The ghost has seen its duty to accuse.
O, fie due process!, let it be impinged!
The execution will not be recused.

What waiting grave proclaims a warming trend,
unless of course, the destination’s hell?
Lethal poison befits the brutal end,
A mix and switch, by his own hand he fell.

The play’s the thing, you lawless resolute,
Must it be midnight ere your lines do speak?
It is in your power to heal the mute,
The protagonist was not mad, nor weak.

Now, even with the mousetrap set and sprung,
The jury does defer ’til song is sung.