100 Easy Pieces The Ultimate Poetry Collection

By Sasha Holden

Sasha's poetry takes you the reader through the seasons with their rustic countryside and unparalleled oceans back through the busy contemporary society in which we live. With cities, relationships, parenthood, love and loss all featuring prominently. From our childhood, through adolescence into adulthood. From feeling loved, to feeling alone, to feeling once again involved. In this everchanging eclectic dynamic we know as life.
100 easy pieces id just that. A starting point from which you can reconnect with yourself.

Enjoy...Sashaxx

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sasha Holden
• Release date: Apr 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311535887

Sasha Holden

Hi, my name is Sasha Holden. I am 30 years old. I was born in Australia and now live in New York. I write and enjoy erotic fiction. My first online publication 50 erotic pieces, is being released in April 2015 My second online publication 100 easy pieces, the ultimate poetry collection, is being released in April 2015 My first online story, Sarah, Malcolm's Prize, is being released in April 2015. It is the first episode in Sarah's Story. Sarah is an attractive 26 year old model in Melbourne Australia. She lives with her best friend Jess,aged 28,the gorgeous upwardly mobile press secretary for the philandering Jake Dawes, the soon to minister for travel in the Federal Government. Jess is married to Malcolm, aged 32, the State Member for Parliament, whose jet black hair and strong, charismatic looks keep everyone on their toes. Jess and Malcolm care strongly for Sarah with whom they live. Though Sarah feels there is something missing in her life. My eight stories Sarah, Jenifer, Kate, Liz, Maria, Sophie,Skye and Jaclyn all have strong female characters as their leads. Yet each character has a sense of vulnerability and at times, a feeling of insecurity, clouding their everyday lives. Each beautiful both outside and from within, these female characters have a close connection to individuals with whom they share their lives, their most erotic thoughts, and their intimate moments. “The ability to engage the reader, to stir feelings deep within their being, is the ultimate goal of erotic fiction. When the reader takes the place of the characters in my story, I have succeeded” Sasha Holden Comments can be found on my blog and around the web..some comments on my writing style and work read include: You are an amazing storyteller. Yet again, loved it ! You have this way with words which forces the reader to live them. I haven’t the descriptive skill to describe how much I enjoyed this, I thought erotic fiction was only supposed to turn women on! Wow! Girl, you write some amazing stories! Thanks! You just have to publish! Wow your prose is so sensual erotic beautiful But I do love you. He he..right down there in that place. This is incredibly hot. What makes it so hot and erotic is that the words bleed lustful desire for your lover’s offering They bleed desire for your need to consume him. The bleed desire for your need to envelope his hardness. My hardness is my gift for your work. You move mentally ... And physically It’s as if you and I are the same person as I too yearn for a past passionate lover. Very well done and inspiring!!!! To feel a sense of desire is the noblest and most powerful of human emotions. The ancient Greeks lived freely with their sense of desire and devoted the God Eros and the muse Erato to it. While it does go to many levels and wide ranging subjects through the centuries, you have managed to give the art a soft touch true to that desire that manifests itself in the greatest of human expressions. This is what the Greeks felt and wanted to express. And that is art. Sexy, sensual, hot!!

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100 Easy Pieces

the ultimate poetry collection

by Sasha Holden

My name is Sasha Holden. I am 30 years old. I was born in Australia and now live in New York. My poetry travels through a sea of relationships, over a diverse countryside, through a myriad of seasons, then back to you, the reader.

Contents

Poetry

Water upon rust

Low tide

The calm before the storm

That dust filled day

Day two in Thailand

To see you

Oceans

The bird

Don’t go

Eternity

The night train

Where are you

The trade off

An umbrella

Take me back to Thailand

The high country

Follow me

Shooting blanks

Acquaintances

Faraway

A mothers embrace

Never again

Old friends

Yesterday

Vincent

Holding hands

The end

Curiosity

Voices

Dreams

Without me around

Life chances

Time

Look into my eyes

Higher ground

the cafe

Christmas at Nan’s

Sunrise

Daylight

The front room

Weathered hands

Goodbye

A lazy summers day

Saying goodbye

Before the sunlight woke

Searching

Hugging

I love you

Between us

Moments in between

Upon the ocean bright

Tell me one more story

Cut me to the bone

Making waves

Saturdays

The seaside

The ocean the sea and me

Byron

On the lookout

To fish

Geography

Myocardial infarction

Callala Bay

Morning

Turon’s gate

Where do you sleep now

Hold me

Wrapping paper

Take me swimming again

Distant sounds

Daylight

Falling stars

Breaking hearts

Each time we meet

This thing called you and me

Catching smiles

The old car

The escape

Stay

Sundays

Pelican’s seagulls or both

Summer

Above the glassy water

The aftermath

Morning

With me

I think I’ll stay

Waiting

Dancing on the clouds

Dictation

Three words

In the first place

Her affair

Sparks

Last night

Drifting together

Listening to pop

Touch

Unwrap me

Soul mates

Scars

Windswept

Poetry

When poetry connects with the reader the poet has succeeded. That moment when the reader blinks, pauses and identifies with the verse is uplifting

Sasha Holden

Water upon rust

The dogs didn’t bark much

they knew he was asleep

besides by now

they’d had their keep

As the willow trees bark

crashed downward before the storm

they began to howl

for him to come to the door

Iron against iron

water upon rust

they prayed for him to wake

awake now he must

Yet the old man was tired

his fire had burned out

by now his mind was wandering

slowly round and round

He longed for one more summer

one more year above ground

Low tide

This is a poem for streets filled with rain

nights of pain

then laughter

as fear gave way to grief

solitude then sadness

Thoughts of gutting fish on sandy beaches

on boats

lined with seagulls

sand

sandy shores

then you

With your hat at half mast

soaked in sunscreen

smiling

letting it all fly away

for tomorrow

with its hope of more

of something new

Gutting me now

with platitudes of emptiness

void of compassion

you sit silent

against’ a raindrop lined window

with her wet window sill

eating at my room

As the tide flows slowly out