The Quest For Publication

So now I have a site full of poems, and a computer even more full of poems, but its finally come time to try and share my works in print. Anyone can write online, but when it comes to being printed in a magazine, or a book, its a bit more difficult. I haven't even attempted to get published yet- out of fear of failure or being considered unremarkable. Still I'm excited to try to bring a little bit of legitimacy to my name, and perhaps a buck or two if my work merrits it. Now I need only to decide where to send my work, which is almost as hard as writing it all in the first place. Just as whomever publishes me must pick me out of a crowd, so must I pick them out of a crowd. I suppose its kind of like dating, one must find someone attractive who is also attracted to you. Hopefully publishing will go better than my dating life though.

Three Quick & Easy Steps To Getting A Highly Viewed Blog

With these three steps your blog will be bombarded by readers in no time.

Step 1: Pick a topic that will attract the masses. It has to be something easy though, most people don't like difficulty. People love quick fixes most of all. So anything quick and easy is a gold mine, IE: "Taxes done quickly and easily" "How to Write an A+ paper quickly and easily" "Quick and Easy cooking" and of course, what draws a lot of people to the internet, (mostly men) "Quick and Easy Women"

Step 2: Structure- Present the information or topic in a familiar structured manner. People today like images more than words so the best thing one can do with words is make them look like images.
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Punctuation, such as the period and comma presented before also give structure. All to often people who are well versed in english and grammar forget to punctuate. Without punctuation the reader is forced to go on and on and on and on waiting for the sentence to end without any idea when it may stop or pause or when emphasis is needed or even when the idea is complete and a new idea begins.

Step 3: Make a "How to" blog with quick and easy steps (see step 1) which will make people think that your blog will solve all of the reader's problems. People Blog for trivial entertainment talk, jokes and political commentary, and answers. If you don't want to pander to having statements such as "Britney Spears Declared Brain Dead by Doctors After Reviewing her marrage to KFED" in your blog, or if you don't have enough readers for people to care if you endorse one politician or another, three easy steps is the way to go.

(If after step three your blog does not see an increase in readers repeat steps one and 2 with new ideas until one actually works.)

50th Post

This is my 50th post, I guess I've been pretty busy over the past couple of months. So far I think I've been doing pretty well in the blogging world. I have comments, a diverse range of readers from all over the world, and some authority...(on Technocrati) I've made some good connections along the way, one of the best being Fuelmyblog.com (one of the best sites for establishing blog connections and getting started in the blogging world) ((shameless pitch I know))
Anyway, I've given you my readers poems, prose, rants, reflections, philosophical ideas, and other random writings. What I want now most of all however is feedback. I want to know what readers think. I want to know if I've moved you (whether intellectually spiritually, or even if I've written poorly and the only thing moving is your bowls.)
So for this special 50th post I ask you to look back through all that I've posted before. (If you have time) I would like to know what you would like more of, and less of in my next 50 posts.

Seduction Sonnet

Seduction Sonnet
By Andrew Moravick

True love’s touch has yet to caress your skin,
And your body is free from corruption,
Still I long for you to feel me within,
And receive a new euphoric eruption.

Never have you felt the joys I can give,
Never will you feel yourself made more whole,
As when we two in one begin to live,
After I have penetrated your soul.

Though ravaged and reborn, pure shall you stay,
I’d never dare destroy innocent bliss,
Nor your chaste beauty would I try betray,
Yet to you still will I do all of this.

For I make love to you in poems where truth you may find,
When I satisfy your soul by stimulating your mind.

This poem is actually for someone, but the concept I think is something that can be enjoyed by all. Its kinda racey, but still tasteful as a whole.

Distance and Time

Distance and Time
By Andrew Moravick

Distance, devious demon, dare you divide my love from me?
Seek you satisfaction by separating her from my embrace?
Foolish fiend, find you fulfillment when with my love I can’t be?
Cruel creature, content you does it to cleave my eyes from her face?

Time torture me must you to make me endure your expanse?
Troublesome tic take you joy in supping on my lonesome skin?
Tedious talk, try taunt me with others united undivided by chance?
Test me, torment me until I’m tempted to surrender to sin?

Bothersome burdens, be you so bold believing you can prevail?
Ignorant inhibitors, insist you in vain that you may quell my will?
Frivolous fools, fear you not that your accursed afflictions fail?
Contemptuous cretins, be you so conceited to think love you can kill?

Distance be damned, for love can’t be broken at any lamentable length,
And trivial time you are but a second thought to love’s eternal strength!

Self Discovery

Self Discovery
By Andrew Moravick

All words of eloquence have already been said,
No thoughts of mine own reside in my head.

Oh to be the one that first created the word,
Or to be the writer of the first poem ever heard.

Such freedom to be valid for all places and times,
To have purpose and power retained in one’s rhymes.

Oh to live forever in lines personally penned,
To exist for eternity with no worries of an end.

Fear consumes me as I look deep within,
What can I say is mine if not simply my skin?

If my thoughts aren’t new and not even my own,
What attests for my existence, what evidence is shown?

Yet why should I fear to be nothing more?
Why hardship and pain do I seek to endure,

To attain greatness, prestige, fortune and fame,
To live on the lips of those praising my name?

Why can’t I find joy in a life mundane?
Why does mediocrity inflict on me pain?

What wondrous works can I do when all have been done?
What words can I use when of my own there are none?

If I am supposed to somehow transcend,
What means must I use to get to that end?

Am I but a bard, could that be my gift?
Is it my purpose to other’s souls uplift?

For all the fortune I have must I pay a price,
Must my own joy and comfort I sacrifice?

Perhaps another gift I unknowingly possess,
A power profound I unknowingly repress.

Perhaps I’m a fool to expect more out of life,
Piling on pain and supplying my soul with strife.


I was born, I live, and someday will I die,
But have I really lived if my life is a lie?

If I am not all that I was destined to be,
And my true purpose I have failed to see,

Than at least I can live on, in pages and in rhymes,
And let others discover me in new ages and times.