Justin has been in LNP about 5 months He graduated from police academy a few years ago and at present time attending college to further his career in law enforcement.
Few People know that he is interested in working out at the gym three times a week and has been working out since he was a teenager. He also enjoys hunting and fishing with his friends.
Some of his favorite meals are spaghetti, ravioli, potato salad, cheeseburgers
Justin likes to vacation in Florida, California, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Canada
Justin began writing poetry at a very young age and he remembers that the experience was a wonderful way to express his feelings and was encouraged by his mom to join poetry reading rooms and share his work and learn from reading other poets work too.
He first discovered Late Night Poets by invitation from other poets that frequent the room. He thinks it is exceptionally friendly and has enjoyed reading the talented poets that come into the room to share their work.
Justin feels that the LNP Poets are .. very talented writers and poets and has learned a lot by just being in the room and reading their work and conversing with them in the room.
Justins favorite poetry Venue is:
Romance poetry. “I tend to write from the heart and enjoy sharing my work with others.”
The most valuable experience re his time in LNP:
LNP is an exceptional reading room. All the poets and writers that come into the room are graciously welcomed and given a chance to share their work or just chat and read others work. There is such a nice feeling of peace in the room and you can relax and enjoy the time you spend there.
where he has won many challenges run by the room moderators and other poets. These wins can be seen on the site.
Thursday Phrase Night for Palace Poetsis a blog that he has made where he can put all the poems that the poets write and share on Thursday when he hosts the reading room at Palace Poets.
Picture Sundayis a blog where all the poetry from Sundays Palace Picture poetry is shared
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart. Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From you the wings of the song birds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot’s dread, fury of blind driver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded. Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back, beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost, I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness. and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
There was the black solitude of the islands, and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief my desire was to you! How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour. And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing, and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you, what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!
From billow to billow you still called and sang. Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents. Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore. Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn. Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.
It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!
Pablo Neruda
If you could meet any poet, who would it be?
Felix Perry
Felix is an amazing poet, writer, and actor. He has published novels and poetry books. He is an amazing mentor and is so very creative in his work. Always there when you want to talk about the project you are working on.
Current Projects:
At this time I am working and attending college. In my free time I host a reading room for “Thursday Night Phrase Poetry” at Palace Poets. I am also putting together some of my poetry and hope to have it published one day.
While I was attending high school in my senior year I drove around with detectives sometimes at night to ” get the feel” what being in law enforcement was really like. I found that I truly wanted to be a member of their group and went to three different states to look over their academes and went on patrol with officers for a few nights to see how it was where they were working. I found the place I wanted to be and entered the academy and graduated and started working. I enjoy helping people and I am happy at the career that I have chosen. I am still going to college and learning as much as I can to help further my career in law enforcement. Poetry relaxes me and I have been writing since high school. I enjoy entering challenges and contests and have been lucky enough to win at times. I would like to thank Jean for the honor of being potm. We all are very lucky to have such a great lady and poet make a place where we all can enjoy chatting and sharing our work. Her blog is amazing and so outstanding.
Justin I am so thrilled you have been chosen POTM . Your poetry is superb. You write from the heart and soul. Every word, line and verse of your poems can be felt by the reader and that is tremendoulsy special, Your profile is most impessive. Congratulations on being Febraury Poet Of The Month.
…….I enjoyed reading your profile and i have liked a lot of your writings. You obviously take a lot of pride in your work. I can only hope that if you have to come after me in uniform……that I can run faster than you.
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Thanks Ian for reading and commenting on my work. I wouldnt want to have to chase you as I consider you a good friend.
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I enjoy your work and your energy. Looking forward to knowing you better.
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Thank you Melinda. I look forward to getting to know you better also.
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Justin I am so thrilled you have been chosen POTM . Your poetry is superb. You write from the heart and soul. Every word, line and verse of your poems can be felt by the reader and that is tremendoulsy special, Your profile is most impessive. Congratulations on being Febraury Poet Of The Month.
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Thank you Stella for the nice comment on my work.
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…….I enjoyed reading your profile and i have liked a lot of your writings. You obviously take a lot of pride in your work. I can only hope that if you have to come after me in uniform……that I can run faster than you.
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