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Getting Linked From Blogsboro.com
Nov 12, 2007 at 05:33PM
Update: March 19, 2008 You may now submit your user generated content to Discovery Place for possible inclusion on the various Blogsboro Network websites and journals.
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Some of you are probably wondering how you go about getting featured/linked from or submit to the Blogsboro.com websites?
One way is to simply wait until you are discovered. If you're lucky we'll live that long. A smarter bet would be to send an e-mail and ask. But I'll warn you if you send me a bunch of hype I'll not have time for you. More than one manager, agent and PR rep. has fallen victim to my wrath for sending me spam and other BS. I'd rather hear from a struggling artist, writer, poet, novelist, musician, photographer, ect. than a manager or agent any day. That said, there are those managers and agents who have taken time to build working relationships with me and in doing so I sometimes feature their artists. Several of those managers and agents have found some great opportunities by getting to know people I know.
A place we often look for talent is our very own Club Blogsboro. If you leave a link to your creative website we just might feature you here at Blogsboro.com. You may also send e-mail to idleblogs (AT) yahoo.com
Those wishing to pitch books, CDs, DVDs and other stuff can send copies to:
Blogsboro.com
2509 Textile Drive
Greensboro, North Carolina
27405
While there are no guarantees we will review your work our staff is especially fond of unknowns sending signed copies.
Another way is to link to any page at Blogsboro.com or any of the Blogsboro websites. Send us enough traffic and we'll eventually figure out you exist.
There is a links page, a blogroll I call it, made necessary by the switch back to a two column page so that I could more easily display photographs and videos. I regret the blogroll can't be displayed on every page but there simply wasn't room.
And finally, if you're a poet or other creative writer I've got some other tricks up my sleeve if you'll only get in touch.
Begin original post:
Some of you are probably wondering how you go about getting featured/linked from or submit to the Blogsboro.com websites?
One way is to simply wait until you are discovered. If you're lucky we'll live that long. A smarter bet would be to send an e-mail and ask. But I'll warn you if you send me a bunch of hype I'll not have time for you. More than one manager, agent and PR rep. has fallen victim to my wrath for sending me spam and other BS. I'd rather hear from a struggling artist, writer, poet, novelist, musician, photographer, ect. than a manager or agent any day. That said, there are those managers and agents who have taken time to build working relationships with me and in doing so I sometimes feature their artists. Several of those managers and agents have found some great opportunities by getting to know people I know.
A place we often look for talent is our very own Club Blogsboro. If you leave a link to your creative website we just might feature you here at Blogsboro.com. You may also send e-mail to idleblogs (AT) yahoo.com
Those wishing to pitch books, CDs, DVDs and other stuff can send copies to:
Blogsboro.com
2509 Textile Drive
Greensboro, North Carolina
27405
While there are no guarantees we will review your work our staff is especially fond of unknowns sending signed copies.
Another way is to link to any page at Blogsboro.com or any of the Blogsboro websites. Send us enough traffic and we'll eventually figure out you exist.
There is a links page, a blogroll I call it, made necessary by the switch back to a two column page so that I could more easily display photographs and videos. I regret the blogroll can't be displayed on every page but there simply wasn't room.
And finally, if you're a poet or other creative writer I've got some other tricks up my sleeve if you'll only get in touch.
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Greetings!!!
I am an artist and I have just released a book by the name of Cypher Key. It is a book on Esoteric Poetry and it is very good. It is very deep and worth getting a copy of. I needed your help in getting the book more out there to the crowd; I have been marketing the book every single day, but it seems that I have to learn more tricks of the trade, because it seems like my work isn't effective enough. If you would kindly help me; I would surely appreciate it. If you are willing to help me, can you let me know what I must do first? I have a website by the name of www.adupchurchbooks.com
Thank You
Just like a speck of dust, blowing in the breeze.
Into my own little world, with one little blink.
Unmanageable thoughts, crazed forward with dreams.
Hard not to loose the grasp, of the inside insanity.
Speck of dust.. just blows on through the wind.
A piece of Earth.. our Mother.. our Kin..
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Will began life again..
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We raised our kids.. best way we knew how..
They are all grown.. all moved out..
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Fun being grandpa.. watching them running.. through our house..
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Knowingly… in a second.. It can all be taken away..
My wife then me.. is what keeps this family together..
If we were apart.. this family would be lost.. Forever…
My Special Star
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I will throw that sun.. far into space...
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I have the brightness.. light just right...
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EVER LASTING LIFE
Seeing.. everything bright blood red...
Is it the end… upon my coming death...
Shall I count.. my blessings...
Waiting.. on my Angels passings...
Maybe.. its not my time...
More years..? of this pain of mine...?
Suffering.. as my life goes on...
Happy.. because that I’m not gone...
Living.. this painful stride...
Keeps me going... in the ever lasting life-
Blood
Man, woman, or child
Every country or continent or style
All the languages, for the past with in
Look around, nobody has the same skin
Blood red.. every human has
When cut.. we leak red, that’s a fact
So we may be different, on the out side
Truly.. we pump the same liquid, on the inside
Some blood.. might be boiling with hate
Other blood.. might flow with beautiful grace
Does it matter.. on where or who you are
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Face Down Flat
Gone refrained.. mentally untamed
Straight jacket.. legs shackled in chain
Drugged... padded floor spinning
Dots.. Colors.. then drug is beginning
Fearing sleep.. consensually in dream
Staying awake.. scared to know what’s happening
Intruders I see, coming through the door
Dressed in white, holding me to the floor
Echo sounds, cannot hear what they say
In my arm.. a sharp prick, then I feel pain
That jacket is gone.. the shackles is off
I can not move.. I am lost
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I try to get up.. then I fall, face down flat
JUST A SEED
Falling seed.. fell on the ground..
Rain has been falling.. beating it down...
Seed made its way.. into the dirt ..
Sprouting into this.. lovely Earth..
Growing up.. seeing rays...
Sun is shinning.. growing leaves so great..
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The Kid Inside of Me
One foot.. after the other..
Feeling like.. I am walking on feathers..
Such a dreamy day.. in my disarray..
Reality has left me.. I am in children’s play..
Wanting to skip.. down the sidewalk street..
What would others think.. this old man is a freak..
Sometimes… I do not care..
My inside heart.. wanting to do dares..
It is not my age.. or mentality..
The kid inside of me.. that has never been free..
Mental Pause
I am.. not a fighting man..
I like to just.. get a tan..
When ever I.. act like a fool..
I usually get beaten up.. with a tool..
When turned.. black then blue..
I have learnt my lesson.. on what not to do..
You do not mess.. with my wife..
When her mood.. is not right..
Knight
Great... mighty shield..
This old sword.. he wields..
Breastplate... of mesh..
Steel... head dress..
Shoulder plates... of gold..
Hoofs... thundering underneath stone..
Sparks fly... when steel strike..
Another warrior... shall die tonight..
Flower-vr’s-Power
I want peace.. not power..
My veins flow.. like an open flower...
I love to give, give.. I never want to hate, or take...
I am with Jesus.. God is watching me.. Heaven
Is my Place...
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The Devil is hurting.! Killing Souls.!!
Some people with Power.! will never change.!!
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Taking control by the Hour..!!
As peaceful as Jesus... gardens of blooming buds... as far as the...
Eye's Can See...
There is a Heaven.. and Hell.. my brothers and sisters... that
Is no mystery.....
A Lonely Fish
Lonely fish.. swimming in a bowl of water...
He has no friends.. no one to bother...
Smothered with plants.. all over top of him...
Everything he sees.. is extra large.. with in...
Painted rocks.. on a glass bottom...
Poor fish is a gift.. to make some ones life.. thought of...