Bøker av Maureen Brindle

Petals of Poetry contains all types of poetry. From a long free style narrative to acrostic and Haiku. The subjects are varied from biographies to science fiction. From my insight into the war in Libya to the account of my trip to New York to receive the award as Humanitarian Ambassador for Literary Arts at Princess Maria's Global Officials of Dignity Awards and launch We Care for Humanity Poetry Book at the United Nations Headquarters in New York, where I was honored to receive a Certificate of Special Congressional Recognition U. S. A. Congress.Poetry expresses deep feelings and ideas. It is the most concise form of literature and I am grateful that God has gifted it to me.

Cold Fire is an action-packed story of the security services tracking terrorists to rescue captives and preserve the integrity of a secret weapon. It has a multi faceted plot exploring the futuristic possibilities of science. The human problems of the innocent victims, the not so innocent and the security operatives intermingle. The conflicts between ideals, human desires and responsibilities pace the story.Love of course plays a big part in the story. Many kinds of love are found in real life, physical, illicit, maternal, paternal, fraternal. They all have a part to play. The love of Humanity and country remain supreme. This is a story about the values that races and creeds share for the sake of our common humanity. The villains and heroes are not stereotyped, they live in imagination. A two-hour movie-script.

Poetry describes the world, lives, stories and feelings like nothing else. It is imagination central condensed. Poetry is life's dream. It is an entire life or a moments emotion. It is history recorded and heroes related. From a million tears to love without bounds to share in your own heart. This book is brought to you by my international muse. She lives in all times and space. She recounts. Best wishes Maureen Brindle

The rose is all human life, Beauty, thorns, wonder, strife, A single bloom may stand, Or the posy in your hand.Your feet are in the clay.Looking up to the sky is your way.Representing peace, love and so much moreSpreading sensual fragrance around our door.Two royal houses battled over your color.Blood red bright or pallor white, Transient your days in the sun.New buds will soon with beauty stun.Love was eventually your peaceful way, Wars of the Roses ended in a royal wedding day.York and Lancaster became the Tudor roseYour new royal house for peace to impose.Dipped in tears in a dewy morningLeaves burned with pollution warning.Every sunny day you are thereEvery thorn you must share.So much beauty and so much peace and loveRambling rose, the sky a