Monday, February 22, 2021

Haiku for Quest and the final countdown for Enchanted Kingdoms

 

Haiku for Quest - 

So, I was challenged in Twitter to create a Haiku to pitch one of my books, so I chose Quest....

A fighting princess
Looking to be a hero
Will find a dragon


Now, I don't write very many haikus - but it can go with my other haiku piece - 


Now, I don't post very often, so I thought I should mention what I've been up to - aside from writing haiku on Twitter!

I'm part of a fairytale box set raising money toward funding equipment for autistic children. 
And in just a day or two I'll post about that, but in the meantime, here's a graphic I created and a bit of a blurb. 

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**OLD TALES, NEW TWIST** ●▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● 
 20+ Brand new retellings of your favorite fairytales in one stunning box set, all for just 99c with 100% of the proceeds supporting a children's autism charity. Pre-order this set now on Amazon and we'll give you a #free companion box set to tide you over until launch! 👉Pre-order Enchanted Kingdoms here: www.Books2read.com/EnchantedKingdoms 
👉Get your companion set here: http://bit.ly/EKAmazonGift


So hold on tight - just a day, or so, to go before you can get your hands on this amazing set. And don't forget to pick up that companion set before the launch!

Have fun reading,
A.J. Ponder











Thursday, December 24, 2020

A Visit from St. Nicholas—also known as "The Night Before Christmas"

Since it's Christmas Eve! What better poem can there possibly be for this special night of the year. 




'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!


N.B. A Visit from St. Nicholas was first published anonymously in 1823 and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore but that's not the end of the story. Henry Livingston Jr.  


So Merry Christmas to all—and to all a good night! 

A.J. Ponder - and if you're reading this on Christmas Day, or just want a bit of Christmas fun, check out Miss Lionheart's blog and the chapter "Christmas in an Evil Mastermind's Bunker

Or you may want to read: "The Twelve Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

It's a New Age


The world's moved on

Once, the mighty pen could tear down kingdoms
but now it's broken, blunted,
and abandoned in a drawer 

You won't see the new invention hiding in front of your face 
though its more dangerous than a three-edged sword
and sharper than truth itself

Beware, my friend
the quadruple-edged
pixel

A.J. Ponder
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thanks for dropping by and happy reading!


Friday, December 11, 2020

‘The 12 Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas’

With apologies to all my Australian friends and family and to Paula and Andrew. I stole this from our conversation—thanks to the koala in the Christmas Tree incident—and ran with it....mwah ha ha!  Unfortunately, as it turns out, I decided the koala wasn't deadly enough, and I also forgot half the scansion we had at the time. But as the twelve days of Christmas are looming...here's a bit of deadly fun. :) Enjoy. 

A salty or salt water crocodile :)


On the first day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me: 
A python in a Christmas tree.

On the second day of Christmas
An Aussie gave to me:
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the third day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Fi-ive blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Eleven snakes envenoming
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Twelve white sharks biting
Eleven snakes envenoming 
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven red backs biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.


Well, congratulations for getting all the way to the end—or for figuring out you could just read the final verse. I hope you enjoyed ‘The 12 Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas’.

Happy holidays and festive greetings 
A.J. 
P.S. More Christmas posts below:


Thursday, September 24, 2020

The Magical Mystery Tour

I'm running two promotions on my other website:

Discover your next Favourite Fantasy and find the hidden gift card to go into the draw to win $25








And a kind of Scavenger Hunt - where you never know what you'll find ... scroll down to the bottom of the page to find the next step, and maybe...if you're very quick, you'll figure out how to solve the code and win a free book :) 



Today - by my special guest "Billionaire Overlord"

Today
I'm making the millions
and the billions
and it's all thanks to you

The roads you built
the rail,
the airports,
the whole kit and caboodle

The babies you raised
the workers you educated
the internet you invented
and built, and funded...

And all around me are the people who work for me
the police 
the firefighters
the teachers
the judges
even the politicians - but hey, I do pay them -

just enough
so that they make sure you pay for me

Signed, 

Your Billionaire Overlord

And whatever you do don't watch this video...



Note from A.J. 

Yes, I'm angry. Stuff NZ  published an article that had someone equate raising taxes on the highest tax bracket with...tax cuts. So this is my response. "Taxes. taxes, taxes...all the rest is bull****" Because our common good is disappearing, and for what?

Here's a group of American billionaires who agree: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7199065/Billionaires-shock-lawmakers-asking-taxed-more.html  Because this isn't about envy, it's about facts. It's about making politicians work for everyone, and it's about using our amazing technology. not to destroy the world, but to create a better one.



Friday, July 31, 2020

Through the Looking Glass


We dropped down the rabbit hole
to a enigmatically fluid
Wonderland

Reach out and touch the screen - can you feel it?

All the Mad Hatters and tea parties
and Cheshire cats
singing

Through the rattle of keys on your keyboard - can you hear it?

The march of the cards
of the Queen of Heart's
Fool

If we could just lift a glass - can you taste it?

We're lost in the looking glass
where "Drink me" is
empty

So empty.

And the looking glass
is full.


A.J. Ponder
Well, I could say what this poem is about, but we're really living it right now, aren't we...so I'll just let it stand. I hope everyone is well out there. I've, as always been busy writing, but this one just came to me while at CoNZealand while struggling with the online interface.

It's too fresh to know what I think about it yet, but I hope you enjoy! :) Have fun peeps. Hope to see you around sometime in the real world, and if not, in the virtual one  :)

Kia kaha
A.J.