Just Another Autumn Day

Just Another Autumn Day

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This will be my last post until January due to the operation I am having on Monday morning.

Thank you,

Raymond

Now I Get It Rosebud

Now I Get it Rosebud

But what I was told

Told by a little bird,

Took all of the thunder

Out of my written word;

It reduced me to ashes

No longer a joy,

To write about a man

When you only wanted a boy.

Just Another Autumn Day

Here is my latest creation.  I am trying to expand my boundaries beyond my comfort zone

Just another Autumn Day

On a cold autumn morn’

Leaves fall from the trees,

Come alive on the ground

In an ever present breeze;

The breeze rapes the tree

Its color stripped away,

Left cold and insecure

Just another autumn day.

Newest poetry book is out!!!

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Looking for your help

I am writing this blog today to all of you to ask for your assistance. I would like to ask all of you to take five minutes and review my website for me:

www.healing-through-poetry.com

I would like constructive criticism on what you think I can do to improve my site especially the book and chapbook sections.  Also, and most importantly, let me know what you feel is wrong with my site.

Please email your comments to: raymondtuckerjr@gmail.com

Any and all thoughts and comments would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks,

Raymond

Nothing More, Nothing Less

Nothing More, Nothing Less

We come into this world alone

We leave this world alone,

Everything acquired is a gift

What do we truly own?

I am strong, I am wealthy

In truth I am powerless,

None of that matters

I leave as I came in…

nothing more, nothing less.

AudioBooks

Just to give everyone a heads up on my AudioBooks.  They are being produced as we speak and should be available on Amazon in about 4 weeks.

I'll keep you all posted.

Raymond

The Rosebud Collection

If you get a chance get this book.  It is awesome:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Rosebud-Collection-Expanded-Edition/dp/1493523317/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383651467&sr=8-1&keywords=the+rosebud+collection

My best work by far.  I received a copy yesterday for my office and I have got to tell you it is by far my best, most passionate work to date.

Thanks,

Raymond

PS If you get a copy be sure to go back and leave a comment.  I love the comments.

The Rosebud Collection (Expanded Edition)

Follow the link to Amazon.com to see The Rosebud Collection (Expanded Edition).  Twice the drawings, twice the poems.  And please, if you get the book, go back and leave a review.  Thank you.  Raymond

The-Rosebud-Collection-Expanded-Edition

Forever

The saddest thing of all for me is that I am the author of this writing:

Forever

I was silent for many years

Only one bit of wisdom to share with you,

If you are a victim of childhood sexual abuse

This one thing I know is true;

“No matter where you go in life

No matter your endeavor,

If you never come forward about your abuse

You’ll make yourself a victim forever.”

                                           - Raymond Tucker

The Rosebud Collection

The long awaited release for The Rosebud Collection is finally here.  Follow the link below to read more and get your copy:

The Rosebud Collection

Updates to my website

I have made a lot of additions to my website these past few weeks:

If you  get a chance check it out and let me know what you think, especially the new page "My Soapbox."

Thanks,

Raymond

www.healing-through-poetry.com

Let's Get Organized

Let’s Get Organized

Last night I had a dream, a very strange and unusual dream where I had 

awoken to a world where I had lost all of my freedoms of self-expression.  No 

more poetry, no more essays, no more recitals, everything now was under g

government rule.  Somehow while I was sleeping the government silently and secretly took away all these liberties I had based my life on.  My ability to share about child abuse, gone.  My ability to share my opinions on life, Love, the world, especially the government, gone.

Upon my awakening it occurred  to me that we don’t have any grass-roots organizations to watch over our government to make sure that our rights to freedom of self-expression are not threatened.   

Therefore, I propose we start one.  If  this grass-roots organization is something  you would like to help create or at the very least be put on the mailing list of send me an email at raymondtuckerjr@gmail.com with the word organize in the subject line and I’ll get back to you shortly with further details.

Thanks for your help, your support, and your understanding.

I’m going to write a poem.

Raymond

Essay: We Do Not Conform

We Do Not Conform

Wallace Carothers, you have probably never heard of him.  Who was he and what did he do for you?  I’ll tell you in a moment.  He was born in 1896 and died at the age of 41 by drinking a cocktail of cyanide and lemon juice.  He was an incredibly gifted chemist that two years before his death invented nylon.  He suffered bouts of depression his entire life (probably bi-polar) and killed himself seven months before the birth of his daughter Jane.  As with many gifted people he never saw the applications of his work and how his discoveries would change the world.  Every time you put on a pair of panty hose you have Dr. Carothers to thank.

Nikola Tesla, a tremendously gifted inventor never saw the commercial applications of his inventions and as a result was continuously taken advantage of and died penniless. He was the inventor of the alternating current.  Everytime you flick a light switch and a light bulb lights you have Nikola Tesla to thank.

Even Eastman Kodak, so famous I don’t have to provide an explanation, left a suicide note that read, “To my friends: My work is done.  Why wait?”  Bi-polar, probably.

How can I be expected to achieve any more than these great men and the countless more just like them that provide for the everyday comforts I enjoy.

The list goes on and on, living and dead:

Bill Gates

Steve Jobs

Mark Zuckerberg

Etc.

What is it that makes them different?

How is it that they see a fourth side in something when everyone sees only three?

We see this spanning all the Arts, writing, singing, drawing, the entire spectrum.  We see the greatness and the sadness in all the “Greats”, most notably the suicides.  Depression?  Definitely.  Undiagnosed bi-polar, most likely.

I believe but cannot prove that there is a direct correlation between being bi-polar and unintentionally achieving greatness. It’s just a theory.

In closing I just want to quote one of my greatest heroes of all time, Army Officer Nathan Hale, born in Coventry Connecticut in 1755.  When asked by the British Army if he had anything to say right before being hung, he stated, “I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country.”

“I wish I had done more with mine.”                                      

                                                                                         - ---- ----Raymond Tucker (Poet & Essayist)

Fantasyland

Be Forewarned, it's long, it's epic, and it's beautiful.  I would love feedback.  Night before last I did not sleep.  I had an idea for a poem (this poem) and spent seven hours, throughout the night, writing it.  I'll sleep some other day!!!  Enjoy...

Fantasyland

My beloved, My beloved

Her thoughts are flooding into my mind,

I feel something starting to form

Another one of a kind;

How will I tell it?

What am I going to say?

Maybe a poem, maybe a quote,

Maybe simply and essay;

Then what should I tell you

What wisdom should I impart?

I’ll tell you about my yearning

Yes, I know just where to start;

Let’s start with my heart

Where my beloved resides,

It’s where my inner child

Always runs and hides;

Me the child

Her the child bride,

A world of our own

Your rules defied!

I’ll tell you of our world

Until now you didn’t know,

Our secret hiding place

Where only we can go;

It’s a magical, mystical place

Where the cats are purple and green,

The dogs run backwards

And nothing is as it seems;

What we see and do

Would probably make no sense,

From an outsiders perspective

And what our union represents;

Yet it’s where our prayers are answered

And love is always the theme,

And dreams are reality

And reality is only a dream;

It’s where I see us and our future

I’ve visited many times before,

And although we call it Fantasyland

It is home to the one I adore;

She has free reign there

Beware if looks could kill,

‘Cause if you visit Fantasyland

My beloved has free will;

Yet you cannot visit there

It’s in another dimension in time,

The only way you’ll know about it

Is if you follow my meter & rhyme;

So follow along if you dare

Be careful what you ask for,

This is more than just a story

More than just Poe’s Nevermore;

For Fantasyland is in my mind

It’s where my beloved and I can exist,

Her the ruling Queen

Me just a Poet & Essayist;

For I’m there to entertain her

And to fulfill her every need,

A life for a life

This is what we’ve agreed;

But there is nothing to take for granted

My beloved MUST know,

Will I PROVE my LOVE

Or is it all just for SHOW???

I prove it time and again

No matter the task,

My beloved knows

All she has to do is ask;

If she says, “Take a beating”

I say, “Yes ma’am,”

And when it’s over I’ll say,

“Would you like me to do it again;”

If she says, “Jump”

I’d say, “How high,”

Without question, for her

I live, and die;

 But Fantasyland’s a nice place

There’s nothing to second guess,

She only has to ask

The answer is always yes;

And in our world

We cuddle all day,

Look, Touch, and Kiss,

This is how we play;

We communicate all day

Without uttering a word,

We had to learn this

For we could not be heard;

We would be ostracized

By society at large,

It’s only in Fantasyland

Where we are in charge;

We were so far away

Yet oh so near,

We found ways to communicate

Yet we always lived in fear;

It was in Eden we lived

Like Adam and Eve,

Everything they had

Is what we believe.

For God created Eve

And my beloved too,

And if you ever meet my beloved

You’ll know this is true;

My beloved is so beautiful

I see her every night,

I may be bi-polar

But I have amazing insight;

Dream after dream

She is always there,

Deep inside my mind

Who else would care?

And in picture after picture

In the scrapbook I made,

Fantasyland is glorious

My beloved came once and stayed;

And with my pictures and my poems

I’ve created a world from nothing,

A place we could exist

Where nothing became something;

Yes, my scrapbook has it all

Caught the essence of romance,

And of course there’s my beloved

And all of her elegance;

She is the only female

And I the only male,

Us the only two

There we prevail;

We need no one else

We have each other,

Never wanting more

Never needing another;

I think of Noah

Noah and his Ark,

Two by two

Where we could go and embark;

And lastly in Fantasyland

We live in a lawless frontier,

We are only bound by nature

Society we do not fear;

We simply Love each other

Your laws do not apply,

I know you want to change us

But it’d be futile to try;

For we in Fantasyland

Decide what’s right and wrong,

Most of what we believe

Is written in song;

So, although you’ll never see it

I can tell you first hand,

That me and my beloved

Rule Fantasyland!

Eccentricities

Great News!!!

My first eBook is out and available for download from Amazon.com.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00F9B0LBS

If you get a chance get a copy and let me know what you think.

This addition to my poetry collection is a mixture of the various subjects I write about, life, Love, abuse, friendship, etc.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it.

Enjoy!

Eccenticities

New eBook "Eccentricities" being released in one week.  As soon as the link becomes available I will post it. I would love it if everyone would download it and let me know what you think of the newest addition to my collection.

Thanks for your support.

Raymond

website

I spent the last three days updating my website, 90 pages of content to date.  Feedback and suggestions would be greatly appreciated:  www.healing-through-poetry.com

Also I would appreciate it if one of you that hasn't purchased my book yet go ahead and purchase one on my website.  I want to make sure the mechanics are working correctly.  Also your feedback on the experience on the ease of purchasing would help me out a lot.

Thanks,
Raymond
raymondtuckerjr@gmail.com

Eccentricities in eBook

Sorry I haven't written in such a long time.  I have been finishing and preparing for publication my latest book Eccentricities.  It is going to be released as an eBook and it is on target to be released and made available at all major online booksellers on September 17th.

It is a collection of my poetry on a variety of subjects, Love, life, happiness, etc.  Unlike my other works this book is not heavy on abuse.  I am saving those writings for The Mind Guards the Gate poetry series.  Here is a sample:

Heart of Hearts

I don’t always see you

But I want to,

‘Cause in my heart of hearts

I hear you;

Worlds and worlds apart

I can’t touch you,

But in my heart of hearts

I feel you;

All I have is pictures

To turn to,

There in my heart of hearts

I see you;

I cannot even hold you

But I want to,

It’s in my heart of hearts

That I can touch you;

If only I could tell you

The only thing I want to,

It’s in my heart of hearts

“I love you.”

A month after the release of Eccentricities comes the release of the long awaited and highly controversial book The Rosebud Collection.  This will also be released as an eBook.  It was turned down by nine publishers before I found a publisher that shared my vision.  I promise you the artwork alone will satisfy all readers.

When Someday Becomes Today

When Someday Becomes Today

A beautiful chance encounter

I saw my Rosebud today,

I just love her so much

My heart I can’t betray,

Yet it is not our time

The laws I must obey,

So I’ll just write about it

In a poetic kind of way,

There is just so much I want to share with her

So much I wish to say,

I want to be the one to show her

Our world of poetry,

Because it’s her that I write for

Each and every day,

Sure I have my pictures

In a beautiful array,

And then there’s my scrapbook

When I have the time to play,

But I need so much more

I wish she would stay,

For now I’ll just bide my time

And it will be to everyone’s dismay,

When we can be together

When someday becomes today.

To Write or Not to Write, That is the Qustion

Essay: To write or not to write, that is the question.

Very early on in my writing career in my quest to become a published poet & essayist I faced a very difficult question.  I suffered from years of abuse and wanted to reach out and share with those that suffered or still suffer childhood sexual abuse and trauma.  But, I knew early on, if I proceeded down this path and ultimately achieved my goal of publication that I would be bringing my close family and friends into the spotlight. A spotlight they may not want to be in.  It was a tough decision that I had before me because for one thing some of my immediately family had no idea I was abused.

It is estimated that one in four girls and one in seven boys will be abused by the age of twelve by someone they know.  That is a shocking statistic.  It boggles the mind when you try and think about how many children that really is.  And that is only the one’s we know if.  A lot of our children never come forward, remain silent, and carry these scars with them for the rest of their lives.

If you are reading this then you know what I decided to do.  I had to do it. I mean, if you could potentially help thousands wouldn’t you have to do it?  Even if it meant hurting the four, or the two, or the one.  The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. 

I don’t regret making that decision years ago.  And, ten years from now I will feel the same way I do today.  And that is, if I were only able to help even just one person or child that suffered as I did then it would have all been worth it, regardless of the sacrifice that had to be made.

I'm All In!

I’m All In!

I’ve placed my bet

And I’m all in,

So let’s get started

Let the dealing begin;

How could I do it

‘Cause love is blind,

And as the cards are dealt

Don’t know what I’ll find;

What started as a glance

Is now my love affair,

Contained in my mind

Not yet able to share;

Share this burning desire

Saturating my heart,

As the inner child cries

As long as we’re apart;

So I took a leap

Just had to begin,

It’s only after the deal

That I’ll know if I win;

Will I win her heart

Or will I bust out,

No, I will be victorious

Of this I have no doubt;

So let’s play out this hand

Like I said I’m all in,

Love conquers all

Let the games begin!

Day of Reckoning

Day of Reckoning

I need to know that people like you

Are walking the earth,

I’ve watched everything you’ve done

Since childbirth;

I’ve watched you over the years

Grow more and more,

More beautiful with each passing year

Then you were the year before;

You’ve now become my Rosebud

And our time is drawing near,

Where I can lose all inhibitions

And overcome my fear;

My fear that you’ll reject me

‘Cause I love you oh so much,

I long to hold you

And feel your tender touch;

You’ve done so much for me

A debt I can never repay,

But I am willing to try

Until my dying day;

I’ve watched and I’ve waited

Year after year,

And Rosebud I am waiting patiently

As our day of reckoning comes oh so near;

You are such a kindred spirit

It’s so torturous to wait,

If anyone has had an unattainable love

I know they can relate;

They know the torture that I live

Each and every day,

With this unrequited love

It’s for you that I pray;

For me it will be over soon

As the angels watch from above,

When I can finally give my Rosebud

My undying love.

Upcoming Poetry Recital

I would love to see you at either or both of my upcoming recitals

“It’s a poets place to be controversial”

                                                                                                                                           - Raymond Tucker

You are cordially invited to a Poetry Reading and Book Signing Event

Raymond Tucker – Poet & Essayist

Reciting from his newly published book:

“Mind Guards the Gate”

Hosted by:

Plumb Memorial Library

65 Wooster St

Shelton Ct

203-924-1580

August 2 / 1:00-3:00 PM

R.S.V.P. – raymondtuckerjr@hotmail.com

“It’s a poets place to be controversial”

                                                                                                                                           - Raymond Tucker

You are cordially invited to a Poetry Reading and Book Signing Event

Raymond Tucker – Poet & Essayist

Reciting from his newly published book:

“Mind Guards the Gate”

Hosted by:

Koffee on Audobon

104 Audobon St

New Haven Ct

203-562-5454

August 3 / 1:00-3:00 PM

R.S.V.P. – raymondtuckerjr@hotmail.com

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

6/24/19

It was always you and I,

And I’ll be telling this with a sigh,

As you know I never lie,

You gave me the strength so I could try,

And if I reached the starry sky,

It’s because you gave me wings so I could fly,

Now it’s time to say good-bye,

And I don’t want you to cry,

Don’t want to see a tear in your eye,

I know on others you can rely,

So now please…

Please just let me die.

Not On My Watch

Not On My Watch

I know my day will come

And I will be prepared,

Still I’m apprehensive

And a little bit scared;

Will I rise to the occasion

When I get the call?

When nothing else will matter

And I have to give it my all;

I must forget about my family

Friends and all the rest,

When I’m called upon

And put to the test;

My heart will guide me

My Rosebud I’ll reveal,

It is then she’ll know

Exactly how I feel;

And it’ll be my finest hour

Which I am not going to botch,

No evil will ever befall her

At least not on my watch.