My poetry and writings are unique and different in all aspects of previous written poetry books and details a story of horrific events that I have gone through, after my return from a twelve-year stay in Germany. The books I have written involve many people, such as Hollywood movie stars, the United States government, my children, and prospective wives I attempted to have after my divorce from a previous eighteen years of marriage to a German woman. The events are of me being stalked and pressured into homelessness, denied human rights, and mentally terrorized. The poetry in this book is part of a long story, which has taken to this point eight years of my life. This book is a part of an eleven book series, which contains eight books in English and three in German.

I pray To the God Who has no colour No race, no religion With no Bible, no Quran, And no Geeta. That one day I would Like to live in a world Free from poverty Free from wars, and Free from prejudice. And that we homosapiens Gather around a bonfire To recite songs written By the hands of martyrs On the paper made from Our heavenly trees. Raghav Gupta

Shades of Life is a bouquet of poems which the poet wants you to experience and get sensitized. This book contains fifty-two poems for fifty-two weeks, each poem celebrating a different shade of life. Happiness, joy, anguish, sorrow, success, failure, love, rejection, romance, friendship, betrayal, and expectations are some of the emotions beautifully expressed in the poems. The fascination of the poet with nature will sway you to fall in love with the trees, the flowers, the butterflies, the birds, the sea, and the whole world around you. The language used by the poet is simple and heartrending, which appeals to the readers senses. It is bound to compel the reader to read over and over again to appease the heart and the soul. In many of the poems, the readers will experience self-expressions as if they themselves are the poet. Chances are high that many of the poems will get memorized without any special effort to do so and the reader will be able to recall from memory on occasions warranted for. Sit back and enjoy, revitalize your senses, and hum some of them to yourself. Rediscover love once again.

Poems in celebration of brown skin color.

The American poet John Shade is dead. His last poem, 'Pale Fire', is put into a book, together with a preface, a lengthy commentary and notes by Shade's editor, Charles Kinbote. Known on campus as the 'Great Beaver', Kinbote is haughty, inquisitive, intolerant, but is he also mad, bad - and even dangerous? As his wildly eccentric annotations slide into the personal and the fantastical, Kinbote reveals perhaps more than he should be. Nabokov's darkly witty, richly inventive masterpiece is a suspenseful whodunit, a story of one-upmanship and dubious penmanship, and a glorious literary conundrum.

Finalist for the Two Sylvias Press Wilder Poetry Book Prize.The poems of Kelly Cressio-Moeller's Shade of Blue Trees offer up an intimate surrealism, earth-born, deeply shaded, and tinted the deep blue of solitude, memory, and myth, turning "yearning's blue fire/into a dreamscape fugue." Nowhere is Cressio-Moeller's virtuosity more apparent than in the sequence of "panels." These pieces function as lyric poems, language-paintings, fairy tales, and compressed novels, somehow removed from time, with a lushness that reminds me of Flaubert-without the meanness. For instance: "A wall-eyed jay cracks a cherry's/skull against the cheekbone of dusk," and "Cornflower satin, heels on parquetry-she orders/nests for her hair to keep skylarking near, wears the/clouds on her finger to be swallowed in vapor." There are poems that walk the territory of the actual, from mother-loss, which winters the tips of the speaker's hair, to embodiment: "without my cervix I am no less queen/open me, see there's nothing left to give." Indeed this collection is evidence of a queendom that has been cultivated via solitude, loss, and time. "For years," she writes, "her poemwork involved dipping arrows/into tinctures of monkshood. Beneath her shawl of/suffering, she yearned only for two gifts: to be seen, to be understood." With the unveiling of Shade of Blue Trees, those gifts have been delivered. Diane Seuss