Every week, a Poet, will have their poem(s), posted in The Dallas New Era Newspaper, located in Dallas, Georgia (USA). It will be shared & Poets tagged.
“GEORGIA”, by Maxwanette A Poetess, is The Poetic-Chain’s first publication.
INTERESTED IN HAVING YOUR POETRY PUBLISHED IN THE NEWSPAPER???
Then send them, to Maxwanette A Poetess, at:
Email: maxapoetess@yahoo.com Subject Line: 4 Era Publishing
Special Thanks To ALL Contributing Poets #TogetherWeRise ❤💛💚
Brother Ras Manga told me a few months ago, “make a way, where there is no way.” Since, I have been creating my own way all of my life, I saw no reason to stop now…
I took the liberty to contact my local newspaper “The Dallas New Era”, EST. 1882 ( Dallas, Georgia) with an idea, of posting poetry. The 1st letter, I am unable to share. But they responded & then I sent them my P.L.O.T.S.😉
“TOGETHER WE RISE!”❤💛💚 #PoetsGearUp #GetReady #RealityMaker
1st Response!!!The P.L.O.T.S.(Our Response)
💻PLEASE EMAIL US YOUR WORKS TO BE PUBLISHED💻...
Email: maxapoetess@yahoo.com Subject Line: “4 Era Publishing“
🚨YOU MUST INCLUDE THE SUBJECT LINE OR YOUR EMAIL WILL BE DELETED🚨
Oh No!! “From you, that we just suspend your social security number…”
LOL!!! Who sent this? Very poor grammar, lol! Okay, so, I get these calls very often, like many. One day I’ll play the Chinese spam-scam voice recording🤣.
But people please don’t fall for this foolishness! Social Security NEVER calls you. They will write you if they need you or need to tell you anything.
YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY CARD CANNOT BE SUSPENDED!!!
Don’t believe this! Your Social Security number doesn’t get suspended and we still have dead people voting? Lol! 🤣😅😂
Now more than ever, the WORLD NEEDS POETS & WRITERS. As Poets & Writers, we have an obligation to Humanity, to do our part, shining the proverbial light on human nature, as we help one another through life…
🌹✍🏾”We’re All In This Thing Called Life, TOGETHER…Remember?”✍🏾🌹
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.” Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
As, I chatted with a few of our fellow Poets recently Craig MultiTalented Kirkland, Antonia Valaire, Marj DApoet Wltrs, & Britney Russell, as well as the strong reminders from Sister Cherry Natural, Brother Wise Wurdz, Brother Richie Innocent, Brother Ras Atiba, and Brother Sanjae Nykon Facey, Xavier Lyrykzz Frazer, and one of my mentors, held in the highest of regards – Mr. Bob McNeil, Brothers HC Hendriks, Ras Manga, & Malachi Dermot Smith – who embroider the intricacies of Dub Poetry with music, & promotion, and much respect ALWAYS, to Brother Yasus Afari, for if not for him, I wouldn’t have connected with you all. And I can’t forget our supporters, family & friends.
(((BOWING GRACEFULLY))) & RESPECT😌
Having a book of poetry? It’s an official time-stamp of your existence & the way in which it’s lived. As Sister Marjorie stated, “A book never dies. Someone, somewhere, will pick it up, & dust it off.” This means the heart of the author will pump again…FOREVER. You can do a paperback & ebook at the same time. So if you haven’t done a book! GET ER DONE, Lol! You won’t regret it.
I thank Sister Antonia Valaire again & again for encouraging me to publish a book. Like many, I’ve been writing & compiling poetry for years. I write often. Poets, you know! We’re sensitive & easily expressive to the things going on in existence. WE HAVE TO WRITE, lol! I’m already looking at writing & publishing the 3rd book in the series. I love it!!!😅
My Mommy was the 1st Poet, in my life. It’s a beautiful gift to continue.
“Namastè & One Love”❤💛💚
*Note: My next book will be without my pen-name. And will be geared towards my Ancestry & Jamaica
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.” Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
