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Bye, Bliss. Hello, Passion!

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Ruth 66 Official Cover

Ruth 66 Official Cover

I would like to inform you that this blog is going to be put to rest and thank you for your interest and support. I have decided to solely focus on my passion for fiction writing. When I write a novel, the universe and I are on the same frequency, if you know what I mean :-).

I hope to connect with you again on my new blog wordpress.elizabethbarlo.com, where you will find posts relating to my Young Adult and Contemporary Women’s Fiction, general poetry and fiction, as well as the existing Bliss posts under the Category ‘Bliss’.

As of Thanksgiving, 28 November 2013, my debut Young Adult novel Ruth 66 will be available as a FREE download from the Amazon Kindle Store, for a limited time only. Get your e-copy while you can!

‘Ruth 66’ is a humorous Young Adult coming-of-age novel about a music-mad teenager who is forced to babysit his crazy grandmother on a road trip that will change his life forever.
So get your FREE e-copy while you can!

Again, thanks so much for your support and happy blogging!

With love and gratitude,

Elizabeth Barlo

Fiction with a Heartbeat

Fiction with a Heartbeat

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Domestic Bliss (An Ode to Mr. Mraz)

This is an ode from a housewife
as found all over the world
who swoons at your beautiful voice
and marvels at your de-frizzed curls.

Not a desperate one
with lots of bling and a nanny
but a slightly unkempt one
with too much hair on her fanny.

Who listens to you as she cleans up
the day’s beautiful mess
and attacks stubborn shit streaks
with the utmost finesse.

Who now leaves the car and
rides her bike to the recycling station
and has put her family
on a strict organic-only ration.

Who now bends herself
into an impossible pose
as she desperately tries
to touch her toes with her nose.

Oh Mr. Mraz, you’re like Jesus Christ
but with a Mal and a spliff
you preach love and light
as you shield me from the cliff.

Oh Mr. Mraz, you’re like Tom Jones
without the rasp and fake hue
and you make me want to throw
my daggy panties at you.

Oh Mr. Mraz, you’re like Fifty Shades
but a hundred times better
your words spank my tushy
with every single letter.

Your every note
strokes my bushy butterfly
as your voice carries me
to unprecedented highs.

Your music touches my heart
and kick-starts
a divine event
that can only end
in utter blissssss…

My cheeks flushed
I’m left in a quandary
but then I duly go back
to folding the laundry.

© Maggie Elizabeth, 2012