All things considered…


Have you asked yourself why you write? I won’t inquire how often. I know you do so out of your love for writing. Many would offer that they are compelled to put pen to paper or busy fingers to MS Word. It is within their DNA. But with these answers as gospel, what is the purest and probably, simplest expectation at the core of your hard work? What do you anticipate in return for the thousands upon thousands of hours you have spent putting a manuscript together for publication? Once it is out there, what is next? Is it for fame or monetary gain despite the huge odds against these?

From where I labor with words, the simple answers rest in a reader and a review. Hopefully, there will be plenty of both.

Beyond reading an author’s book, it’s well known that the best gift a reader can present to an author is a fair and honest review. Their import should never be minimized or disparaged.

There is no better feeling of satisfaction for those of us who write than knowing someone appreciates your words in print. One gracious review can fuel your pen while making those tedious hours invested worth every second.

There is no greater example of what I’m trying to convey than this magnificent review given to my novella, MARY’S TRUNK by internationally acclaimed, best-selling, Australian author, C.A. Hocking. I’m delighted she read some of my books, and it was an honor to receive her brilliant and very kind review on this one, as well as my poetry.

This alone answers every question above.

From the heart of my pen and soul of my words, thank you dearly, C.A. Hocking.


5.0 out of 5 stars Mr  Shaw takes us on a delightful and original journey.

on April 25, 2016

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Yesterday I sat in the Autumn sun here in Australia and read Ron Shaw’s Cramped Quarters Part 1 after a recommendation from a friend to whom I’d already recommended Mr Shaw’s poetry of which I’m already a devotee. All I’d been told was it was about a ghost. So I began, not sure what I was going to get. Well, what I got was a little of Mary, the Victorian ghost living inside an antique trunk purchased by Mr Shaw (and indeed I am intrigued by her story which will apparently unfold in the sequels), but what was more important was I got an insight into Mr Shaw’s world of insomnia, garage sales, squirrels, Croation beauties, high school reunions, the injustice of bullying, family health crises, and a deeply spiritual, compassionate and articulate human being in his stream-of-consciousness meanderings. His writing is a joy! Having already fallen in love with his poetry, I found his way with expressing his thoughts in prose to be naturally poetic. In every line and paragraph. He has a gift for letting us in without making us feel like intruders. I giggled at his description of the intellectual abilities of squirrels and racoons, shed a tear for his wife as they made their way through the cancer maze and cheered him on as he supported a victim of lifetime bullying. I found this little book to be fearless in revealing who the author is and refreshingly original in this era of copy-cat authors trying to cash in on the latest fads. I’ve downloaded the rest of Mary’s and Mr Shaw’s story with anticipation. And now I have to go. Got some good books to read!




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Readers’ Favorite 5-star Review for THE YELLOW BUS BOYS GO BLUE: CANADA BOUND





Recently, I was delighted to receive a wonderfully kind Readers’ Favorite 5-star Review of THE YELLOW BUS BOYS GO BLUE: CANADA BOUND by Rabia Tanveer.

Thank you Rabia Tanveer for your marvelous review.

Book Review

Reviewed by Rabia Tanveer for Readers’ Favorite

The Yellow Bus Boys Go Blue: Canada Bound by Ron Shaw is the story of a teenager who went on a trip to Canada as a boy and came back to Atlanta as a man. Ronnie “Baby Whale” Shaw was one of the very lucky 17 boys who had perfect attendance at school and, as a reward, they get on the Yellow Bus and go on a trip to Canada. This free fun-filled trip was supposed to be a time to let loose and be boys again, but it turned out to be a lesson in life. There are laughs, good times, fries and burgers, and a murderous plot that can end the life of one of these boys. One thing is for sure; life will never be the same. With the vacation taking a weird turn, the only thing they want now is to make it back to their homes in one piece. But can they?

I expected this to be a children’s fiction, and to an extent it was. Nevertheless, it was so much more than that. This novel was filled with life’s lessons. It was happy at times, but sad too. Ronnie is such a cool kid; he was the guru of the group and he basked in the glory. However, he also took his responsibilities very seriously. He knew he had to take care of these boys and he did it well. This is definitely a very good novel that you would enjoy reading on vacation.

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Guest Appearance on Fairy Tale Access


Recently, I had the great honor to be interviewed by Denise-Marie as the guest on her marvelous, award-winning program Fairy Tale Access. Primarily, the interview concentrated on my book THE YELLOW BUS BOYS, but we also chatted about life in general and my other works as an author. Briefly, we discussed the follow-up book in this series, THE YELLOW BUS BOYS GO BLUE: CANADA BOUND.

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It was a marvelous experience. Denise is an incredible hostess. Her program, Fairy Tale Access, is top-notch, as well.

Denise also had a guest appearance on my Internet radio show at ArtistFirst Radio Network, The Ron Shaw Show on April 18, 2016. This is the link to her appearance.


Denise-Marie can be contacted at Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and her Fairy Tale Access Blog.

Fairy Tale Access Programming is released on PegMedia, Telvue, and YouTube.

Denise, I’d like to express my heartfelt appreciation for inviting me into Fairy Tale Access and for giving me the opportunity to come to know you. You are an amazing lady with great talent that seems to flow naturally through you, your words, and kind works. I wish you nothing but the best of luck and continued success in your stated mission with Fairy Tale Access. Thank you also to the people who support you behind the Fairy Tale Access camera. You, they, and your program are stellar!

My appearance on Fairy Tale Access with Denise-Marie can be enjoyed (I hope) through this YouTube link.


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Shepherd ~ Written by Ron Shaw Video by The Carmen Online Theater Group on Youtube


Shepherd – Written by Ron Shaw performed by Liane Moon Raven, Video by The Carmen Online Theater Group on YouTube

Liane MoonRaven, thank you from deep within my heart and The Carmen Online Theater Group so much for this beautiful narration performance and video of my poem, Shepherd. You are an incredibly talented and giving lady with the voice of an angel. Your Online Radio series The Blurbs is brilliant!

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take it
here’s my hand
I’ve been there
where you are
living the hurt
depressed, lonely
you’re not alone
I’m here for you
there’s a path out
the way is known
here are both hands
take them
no, the ascent is not
easy but you’re strong
more than you realize
I know you’re afraid
many were before us
you think the hole’s
too deep, vast & dark
stagnant & mildewed
you’ve grown familiar
to futility’s nothingness
trust in me and let go
of all that’s behind you
its grip grows weaker
with every step we take
there’s a light just ahead
its warm glow appears
keep walking forward
to never glance back
can you see it, the exit
has been at the tip of
your nose but you’re
eyes have been closed
welcome back to life
with eyes wide open
take it

Copyright © 2016 Ron Shaw


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Last Call

This next selection contained in WITHOUT FROM WITHIN: POEMS BY RON SHAW was written to be performed while listening to 56th Grammy Winner Laura Sullivan’s composition “Moonlight Passage.”

Some editorial changes have been made to the initial selection.






Internationally acclaimed, award-winning, and bestselling poet and author C. William “Justice” Clarke performs my poem, “Last Call” to the composition “Moonlight Passage” by 56th Grammy Winner, Laura Sullivan.



To Justice and Laura, my deepest appreciation!

Last Call

New York City and it’s 1942.

The rain is coming down harder,

the night swallows him.

It’s so damned hot.

He sits in his window sill, staring


into the wet city streets,

looking for a breeze, a girl to return,

glaring at nothing.

Even the roads are dead.

A few poor souls scamper soaked

towards cover, cover of the night.

He needs a place to hide right now.

In the little jazz bar across the street,

a haunting tune drifts

from the open door

into his black abyss.

He is as lonely as he’s ever been,

desperately in need of a drink,

a lot of them.

She left him again.


Who knows for certain.

He did something so wrong

but very familiar.

She won’t be back,

not this time.

He lights his last cigarette,

trying to understand

How can two people be far apart

and so in love?

He knows she still loves him.

He tried to apologize.

He always does but this night

she’s gone, truly over him.

He hopes she is safe and dry,

somewhere close. Suddenly,

he can’t feel her.

The panic inside him explodes.

Her perfume fades

on his neck.

The rain fights against him, too.

It also knows she is over him.

The rain is only trying to help.

But nothing

not even that hauntingly perfect music

from the piano, the horn, will aid.

Oh, God! He prays she is close, dry and safe.

The smoke from his final Camel drifts

lifeless into the night.

He better make it last.

Nothing lasts long in his life

not a cigarette,

a job,

his girl.

This one was special.

She’s the one. Now that’s over.

He can hear the piano,

pounding out the last sinew

of life in his heart.

How did they know

what tune to play

in that little jazz club

across the way?

Does everyone in New York City,

in the world, know he’s suffering?

The sweat rolls


down his brow and onto his guinea T.

Hope evaporates, taking his last draw.

The music fades away

onto the drenched streets.

The rain won’t stop. His heart has.

Yes, she is gone.

Copyright © 2016 Ron Shaw

The music dims to silence.

Laura Sullivan’s, “Moonlight Passage.”

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Books by Ron Shaw

Books by Ron Shaw – (Amazon Author’s Page Link)


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perchance you know

the pain you cause

torment never-ending

putrid seeds you sew

become pain’s harvest

if only you could feel

that which you inflict

the darkness from you

extinguishes all light,

robbing others of their

dignity, before the glow

of kindness & generosity

largesse’s root to rising

you who are so vacuous

see not, know not, feel not

the gravity of your own

imperfections, festering

within creation’s greatest

gift which remains as

mysterious and foreign

to you as that which my

words clearly bespeak

sorrow, pity, and regret

are but a very few of the

words that aptly describe

that which the caring feel

towards a heartless and

even worse, soulless you


Copyright © 2016 Ron Shaw



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For several years, I’ve had a number of my fellow authors and #amwriting friends suggest that I enter one or more of my books into the yearly Readers’ Favorite Book Review and Awards Contest. Initially, I resisted due to a number of personal factors. I’ve come to appreciate the gravity of their suggestions, especially with the knowledge of the excellence of Readers’ Favorite. In short, this stellar organization’s reviews and awards are highly coveted by serious writers.

This year the decision was made to enter two of my books, WITHOUT FROM WITHIN: POEMS BY RON SHAW and THE YELLOW BUS BOYS GO BLUE: CANADA BOUND, into their contest and reviews. I also requested a review of a third book, TraVerses: Poems by Ron Shaw without entering it into their awards contest.






During the first week of May 2016, I was thrilled to receive an excellent 4-star review of WITHOUT FROM WITHIN: POEMS BY RON SHAW by Readers’ Favorite Reviewer, Mamta Madhavan. Thank you very much, Mamta Madhavan for your excellent review of my book.

I published a post on this review over at LinkedIn.

I hope you will give my poetry a chance and read and enjoy this review. Many have expressed their appreciation of my book of poems and #photography provide by my brother-in-law, Photography by J. Robert Sosby.

Author Biography

Ron Shaw is an Atlanta, Georgia, native who currently resides in Gwinnett County, Georgia, with his wife and daughter. He attended Roosevelt High School in Atlanta and continued his education at Mercer University in Macon, Georgia for two years. Ron met his future wife in Atlanta after his second year at Mercer and transferred his junior year to Georgia State University.
In 1973, with new responsibilities, he became an Atlanta Police Officer while attending college full time. Ron attained a BA degree in English Literature from Georgia State University in 1974. He retired from the Atlanta Police Department in 1996 after a very fulfilling and personally satisfying career.


Book Review

Reviewed by Mamta Madhavan for Readers’ Favorite

Without From Within: Poems by Ron Shaw is a collection of 43 poems that gives readers a peek into the heart and soul of the poet. The entire collection reveals a wide range of emotions, from pain to pleasure to loneliness to his observations on life and his surroundings. The sensitive journey of the poet and the visual ideas that he conveys through his poems leave the deepest of impressions upon readers, making them ponder upon life and the emotions surrounding them. The poetic value in his writings stands out; so do the sentiments and the intriguing images, making it an engaging collection.

All the photographs at the beginnings of the poems give an aesthetic effect to the book. There are poems for everyone in this collection. Ron Shaw’s style of writing and expressions are stark, sublime, and all the poems are thought provoking. These are heartfelt renditions of the poet’s inner self and readers can connect well with his thoughts and feelings. Many poems are of a cryptic nature, for example, ‘Invisible,’ and will make readers want to read it many times because it can be interpreted in different ways.

It’s difficult to choose a favorite poem as they all deal with different feelings and emotions, and are wonderful and vibrant both in content and form. All the poems evoke sensations, sights, and sounds, and readers will experience an immense feeling of satisfaction trying to interpret each piece. The blending of a realistic and an imaginative approach in the poems works well and gives the collection a real and surreal feel. An engaging collection that will make readers reflect upon life.


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Edgar Allan Poe…don’t you know?

Way back when quite a handful of writers had a profound influence on me. During the fleeting and flickering years of college, several writers loomed larger. Edgar Allan Poe was and is one of these leading authors.



It wasn’t until #amwriting became a pleasant distraction and words met screen that I realized just how much of an impact they had made on me.


From a dingy and damp corner came the “Poe” in me.


The following “Poetrilogy” of poems were written in honor of Edgar Allan Poe. Their subtitles are He, She, and You.


From the womb, He felt no pain,
while others prepared his feast.
He made no mistakes,
thinking not of gain,
floating, playing, growing.
Suspended in warmth and space
A rude awakening awaits
just beneath his feet
to shepherd his thrust into light,
radiating want and need with pain.
Bursting forth, in agonizing screams,
aliens pawing at the new He.
For decades to come, life remained free.
Thanks to loving mom and busy daddy.
Neither fret nor worry visited He.
At ease in wombs of luxury, comfort, glee.
On a gentle breeze, manhood explodes
whilst playing a fool’s game of free.
Parents seeing to his every need.
Death oft claims more than deceased,
stranding for life some, just like He
tutored by none at a trough of free.
No nuts gathered, a fiddler he be.
To want is to knead, a lesson untaught.
Winter comes early, wolves in need.
It’s true in life, naught is free,
not only to those fiddling…like He.

An odd egg She was since aged three,
immersing herself in words of fantasy,
with dreams of becoming another who
wrote, what She called, poe-a-tree.
E. A. Poe became her muse, at ten.
Her poems growing darker due to him.
She changed her looks, as Goth as can be.
In mental crypts, her sleep did come
beside the worms, dampness, and glum.
Carrying murder, revenge, and mayhem
to school, She played, burying a classmate
alive beneath teach’s desk. The interred
played along, fancying her look, but not
Miss Lee, Annabel was not she.
Off to the office the cast did go,
thanks to a muse, named Edgar Allan Poe.

Everything’s a test, and it’s all queued for You.
Either pass or fail the path remains true.
A tough lesson to face is simple indeed.
Is the glass half full or fifty percent empty?
You may not grasp, but this one’s tricky.
For You see, truth of the query lies within ye.
It’s what You say it is, and that’s no lie. But
a deeper meaning broods, escaping most.
There are those, unlike You, who have no glass.
In thirst, they see no hope, no promise, parched
lips existing at odds with a bleak tomorrow.
Half empty would be perfect response for those
like them. Maybe not You but surely me.

Copyright © 2016 Ron Shaw

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