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Muse Bemuse Amuse (Newton Chance): July 2013
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Muse Bemuse Amuse (Newton Chance). What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? 169; G. Newton V. Chance). Sunday, July 14, 2013. In a world where truth. Is a liar and heaven never was,. Where love and money make fools. Of men and all the things. That make you happy. Are the things that make you. Sad, nothing is a number. By hordes that hunger. Far from horns of plenty. Hoarded by the few. Of wingless locusts,. Electric fireflies flicker red,. Yellow, green in drawing rooms. If prose was...
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Muse Bemuse Amuse (Newton Chance): September 2013
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Muse Bemuse Amuse (Newton Chance). What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? 169; G. Newton V. Chance). Saturday, September 7, 2013. He say she say dem say. They feteing with we money. Fete follow fete like coquette. One big Westminster party. DJ Poli-famous and the. High profile low fife. Gong-ho gang star and t-eve. Party with three letter. Like Silver Surfer flying. Left right and central. But no evidence prima facie. Doctors lawyers fathers mothers. Getting away with murder. If pr...
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Muse Bemuse Amuse (Newton Chance): June 2012
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Muse Bemuse Amuse (Newton Chance). What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? 169; G. Newton V. Chance). Sunday, June 24, 2012. Oh howling hill of forts,. And forgotten thoughts of futile doom,. Where dead men fought and fell. For monarchs from far off places. Great wound of my heaving heart. Without which there would have been no healing. Oh grieving eye, harbour of an island's comings and goings,. And leavings, salty gloaming of our secrets and our losses. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Thursday Afternoon Poetry Club: September 2006
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The Thursday Afternoon Poetry Club. Newborn Poems by Student Poets at Peak to Peak Charter School. Saturday, September 30, 2006. Teen Poetry Cafe at the Lafayette Library. La Maestra and die Lehrerin will offer extra credit to student poets who attend the next poetry slam at the Lafayette Library. (Teens only, no adults admitted.) Click here. Posted by M. Freeman. New Frost Poem Discovered. Click on this link. Posted by M. Freeman. Thursday, September 28, 2006. Broken Hearts are Broken Souls(press).
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The Thursday Afternoon Poetry Club: October 2006
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The Thursday Afternoon Poetry Club. Newborn Poems by Student Poets at Peak to Peak Charter School. Monday, October 30, 2006. She seems to pervade into all my thoughts. I can see her. Standing, peering over my mind. Ready to make her next drop. Of perfectly mixed intelligence. Onto my easily permeable mind. The soft watery sound of the drop. Causes a pleased, warm smile to come to her lips. With a soft glow. Accents the soothing skin of the beholder. Looking up at her,. By both my curiousity. I've spent t...
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The Thursday Afternoon Poetry Club: August 2006
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The Thursday Afternoon Poetry Club. Newborn Poems by Student Poets at Peak to Peak Charter School. Wednesday, August 30, 2006. Something About a Midnight Run (Press). I can feel the rough asphalt under my feet,. Knees aching from every jarring step,. As I run barefoot down the street. Skin tears just as I run through a large puddle,. Left on the sidewalk by someones late-night sprinklers,. And the footprints trailing behind me. Alternate between the muddy grayish-brown. And a deep, bloody red. Caresses m...
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Souls' Anthem: Chant LXIII: Time
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When the soul's the one to sing, the mind just listens. Domingo, septiembre 23, 2007. En este canto no será mi voz la que hable, sino la de una amiga muy querida: Paula, o Isirel, como algunos la conoceréis. Escribe menos de lo que debiera . 191;a quién me recuerda? Hace poco lo ha hecho y merece la pena leerlo.los dos temas, tiempo y destino, son incombustibles;da igual cuánto digamos de ellos, siempre dan más de sí. Aquí tenéis estos dos pequeños trozos de poesía íntima y atemporal:. Nada que decir,.
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ΑΛΩΝΑΚΙ ΤΗΣ ΠΟΙΗΣΗΣ: Οκτωβρίου 2014
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Παρασκευή, 31 Οκτωβρίου 2014. Η ευγενική, η υπέροχη Λίνα. Ανοίγει διάπλατα το παράθυρο ώστε να βλέπω. Ήσυχος εδώ σε ανάπαυση, όταν σκέφτομαι. Πως μάταια έδωσα, πως το τέλος πλησιάζει,. Ακόμη πιο πολύ μ’ αρέσει αυτός ο ουρανός,. Αυτά τα χελιδόνια, αυτά τα σύννεφα. Την πίπα μου σιωπηλά σαν ένας γέρος. Αναρτήθηκε από Γιωργος Κεντρωτης. Αποστολή με μήνυμα ηλεκτρονικού ταχυδρομείου. Μοιραστείτε το στο Twitter. Μοιραστείτε το στο Facebook. Πέμπτη, 30 Οκτωβρίου 2014. Είμαι μόνος, βάζω το τεφρολούλουδο. ΣΤ΄...
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ΑΛΩΝΑΚΙ ΤΗΣ ΠΟΙΗΣΗΣ: ΜΥΚΟΝΟΣ ’52
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Δευτέρα, 4 Μαΐου 2015. Με την αγάπη στη δόξα της. Ήταν καθρέφτης το πέλαγος,. Πέρα οι στεριές καθαρές,. Ειρήνη τα σπίτια στα πόδια μας,. Όσο βαθαίναν τα χρώματα. Κι ο ήλιος κατέβαινε…. Κι όταν η αγάπη περίσσεψε,. Έτσι που να μη χαίρεται με τίποτε,. Σκέπασε καταχνιά το νησί,. Προκυμαία και θάλασσα ενώθηκαν –. Γυρίζαμε, ξημερώματα,. Χωρίς καθόλου φως πουθενά. Και δεξιά μας σκιές καραβιών…. Από το βιβλίο: Φαίδρος Μπαρλάς, «Άπαντα, Τα Νέα Ελληνικά, Αθήναι 1980, σελ. 118. Αναρτήθηκε από Γιωργος Κεντρωτης.