A Collection of Poems, Prose & Poetry from Sky's Quill

Poems & Short Stories:

Six Pack Wolf Pack - Original Werewolf poem by Sky Taylor. continue

Weight Loss & Diet Quotes - Sky's quotes on weight loss. continue

Diet Woes of the Five Crows - Dieting woes of the Five Crows. continue

Once Upon a Diet Dreary - An ode to dieting with a dreary little poem. (Well, somebody had to do it!) continue

Six Pack Wolf Pack - Original Werewolf poem by Sky Taylor. continue

The Black Nighty - (9 pages) A mix-up triggers romance. continue

Sugar Pie - (12 pages) Winner of the pie contest takes the blue ribbon, $500 and a date with the tall, dark and handsome Mayor. continue

Between the Sheets - (25 pages) A writer experiencing writer's block finds love between the sheets. continue

Boomerang Booby - (4 pages) One guy, one girl and one stylish bra. continue

A Cowboy, a Hick & a Salt Lick - (13 pages) Heath grumbled beneath his breath and it was with great effort that he didn't reach out and strangle the hick-girl who obviously didn't know a hoot about feed. His assumption regarding her ineptness was confirmed as she hopped aside and he entered the feed store that had been there since God had created Adam. Good grief. The area looked pathetic - more like a pet brothel than a feed store! continue

Ghost Falls - (7 pages) A blind date delivers the girl of Joe's dreams. continue

Code of the Fang - (7 pages) A humorous short gothic vampire story. continue

The Photographer's Quest

a poem by Sky Taylor

Took a photo of a bird in flight, but it appeared to be all blurry,
Then again the one with wings had been in quite a hurry.

Couldn't be me - I contemplated, eyeing up the settings,
A pro am I there is no doubt - from nature shots to weddings.

Aperture, shutter, manual and that trusty Dummy Mode,
Yes indeed - I've mastered them all, the entire mother load.

Next I took a photo of a hawk, but somehow it proved quite dark,
As did the three geese, the bright sun overhead and the meadowlark.

I fumbled with my numbers, bumped up the old F-stop,
And then I clicked until I'd shot a totally different crop.

But now the photos are too light, compliments of the sun,
This imperfect lighting is ruining my photographic fun.

Cranking up the ISO I aimed and shot again,
A barn, an owl, a goat - and then a few pans.

An hour later my computer held the shots from the day,
I gasped out loud in shock, my nerves in a horrible way,

For not a single shot was sharp, or nice - or even good.
Then in a twinkling, it was that I suddenly understood....

This goof was not my goof in any way I can declare,
Blame it on the camera, for that is only fair....

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English Ivy - {16 pages) "Why yes," she managed, batting her eyes swiftly over the handsome male who had rescued her.

He wasn't overly tall, yet the white Stetson he was wearing made him appear as such. From what she could glimpse beneath the hat, he had a mop of blond hair which was nowhere near a military cut. More like an American hippie from the history pages of yesteryear, she went on to decide amid her analysis.

The golden tan, the flashing white teeth and the shadow of a beard soared up Ivy's flared nostrils as she drank in the fresh air mixed with he-man. continue

Vain Jane
A Collection of Poems, Prose & Poetry
Copyrighted by Sky at Dawn Publishing