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poetry diary | I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon) | poetry-diary.com Reviews
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celtic | poetry diary
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Poems of time and place. Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (Leonard Cohen). August 20, 2012. Did they wonder, like me, I thought,. At the chiselled avenues of light between the trees. Converging on their fields,. And plant these stones in awe. Or are these rows a show of power. To catch and hold the sun;. Weaving patterns from her rays. As only master craftsmen can? Or was it fear? Unyielding ancestors, screaming in their heads;. I went with m...
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Poems of time and place. Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (Leonard Cohen). July 27, 2016. There is a quiet greatness in the man. Against the mountain’s weight. And the creeping, timeless flood of the trees. We are on holiday in the Picos de Europa, Northern Spain. June 28, 2016. I used to scan the undulating waves for whales;. Imagined tails and dorsal fins. Just missed in swirls of sudden foam. That spoke of some creative force –. May 4, 2016.
Favourites | poetry diary
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Poems of time and place. Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (Leonard Cohen). July 28, 2016. Next to a footpath at Fuente De. Lives like raindrops falling into mud,. Making rivulets of blood. Unwasted, yet ungently blown; dashed and mixed and tossed and dropped,. Then burned and baked to clay;. Stretched tight in frozen screams. Time, as in a century, will pass. And stir the mud; raise ears of corn. Unnumbered like the raindrop lives. By the tro...
Fortress and history poems | poetry diary
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Poems of time and place. Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (Leonard Cohen). Category: Fortress and history poems. August 1, 2016. Shaman (at El Castillo cave, Northern Spain). Before shock of pigment hits. Warm skin against cold-always. Rock within – deep – mountain she. From which all comes all goes all is all was all will be. Soon and always handmountain. Dark almost silent depths drip. Distinct drip, drip, down colder. July 28, 2016. And st...
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Poems of time and place. Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (Leonard Cohen). Summer morning in Leamington. August 20, 2016. Song of the seafarers (with thanks to the choir of San Vicente de la Barquera). August 18, 2016. Happy places (inspired by Ignacio). August 2, 2016. Fortress and history poems. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Fortress and history poems. Blog at WordPress.com.
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JP's Poetry: Sketching
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Started for National Poetry Writing Month 2011, decided to keep things going. I've always liked writing poetry. If you've got an image. In front of you, or. The real trick is. Getting it out,. A few short lines there,. Maybe a little longer. Add some texture,. It never looks quite right. The image is always elusive. You'll never be perfect,. Part of Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 36. 23 May, 2011 18:15. 23 May, 2011 18:16. 23 May, 2011 18:40. 23 May, 2011 21:37. Nice words of encouragement :). 24 May, 2011 1...
the mind's generous follies.: no one is my warrior
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The mind's generous follies. Sunday, June 30, 2013. No one is my warrior. On days like this. The mirror doesn't know what to do with me. And tries not to scream, in fact,. Avoiding shattering both of us at the same time. i. Wish i'd been born with snakes in. My hands so i'd have an automatic release. From the ugliness of such states of mind. I'm not anyone's heralded warrior. I do battle with myself because. No one is my warrior, either. I think it's somebody's holiday now. To put my boots on correctly.
Super Sweet Blogging Award | Blue Girl Poems
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My thoughts, expressed in poetry. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1 other follower. On typewriters, of romance. On On typewriters, of romanc…. Tokoni O. Uti. On On typewriters, of romanc…. On On typewriters, of romanc…. On On typewriters, of romanc…. Todays Poem Who Dr…. On On typewriters, of romanc…. From those who get a little blue. We cannot load blog data at this time. Super Sweet Blogging Award. So, my baker...
Scream Machine: Flower Queen
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GREY WOULD BE THE COLOR, IF I HAD A HEART. Wednesday, September 05, 2012. Behind that old shack we first met,. She brought candy and cigarettes. Her lips were like honey, her eyes like a dream,. My July flower queen. We were always evading her old man,. I'm sure he would have knocked me on my can,. If he found us smoking, laughing, exploring our youth,. We seemed to be on the verge of some kind of truth. That summer was long,. The air hung like wet burlap sacks,. The frogs chirped, the cats cried,.
Paper, Pencil and Heart!: Drawbridge Haiku
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Paper, Pencil and Heart! Friday, August 31, 2012. My eager eyes wait. As you stand across the bridge. When will it come down? Inspired by the theme at. Daily prompt - Drawbridge. Posted by Tarun Mazumdar. August 31, 2012 at 4:52 PM. Ah, an age old question. When will it come down? August 31, 2012 at 5:32 PM. Yes, indeed, an age old question as the lover waits. August 31, 2012 at 5:10 PM. August 31, 2012 at 5:32 PM. August 31, 2012 at 11:54 PM. September 1, 2012 at 8:20 AM. September 1, 2012 at 12:58 AM.
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Fiction is an Addiction: A Poem for Parents
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Fiction is an Addiction. I'm going to write some short stories, poetry and other creative writings here. I'll try to make it one a day. If you follow I'll try to follow back. Feel free to share anything you may like or find interesting. Wednesday, 11 May 2011. A Poem for Parents. I discovered a poetry competition blog and thought I'd give it a go. Poetry isn't a strength of mine but here it is as today's post. Taking part in Thursday Poet´s Rally. Do they know they're naive? They believe what you say.
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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero
A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Воскресенье, 11 мая 2008 г. Andrey Voznesensky When Pigs Fly, Rubber Souls. W Smith’s theme). I will no longer love you, my fair. When two Sundays meet, neck and neck,. When the roses spring up everywhere,. Turning blue as the blackbird’s egg. When houses stands on their chimneys,. When a mouse commences to coo,. When hot dogs eat up human beings. And when I think of marrying you. I hate you, rubber souls, you seem. To stretch to fit any regime.
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Poetry space "δ delta". Editor 編集人. Shin TANABE （田名部 信）. Members メムバア. Shinichiro DEMURA （出村 紳一郎）. Hajime KIKUCHI （菊池 肇）. Ryo SAHARA （ 砂原 燎）. Misako YARITA （ヤリタ ミサコ）. Collaborators 寄稿協力者. Guy R BEINING,. John M. BENNETT,. Franco de BERNARDI,. Hans BRÖG,. Ryosuke COHEN （公円良介）. Klaus Peter DENCKER,. Bartlomé FERRANDO,. Hervé MERLOT,. Tatsu OKUNARI （奥成達）. André ROBÈR,. Shinichi SAWADA （澤田信一）. Shohachiro TAKAHASHI （高橋昭八郎）. Vladimir Kotliarov TOLSTY,. Kaoru UDO （有働薫）. I C VINHOLES,. Andrew Maximilian NISS,.
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Tak ada rangkaian kata yang mempesona karena kata-kataku tenggelam dalam gelombang yang tak berhenti di tepian. Thursday, January 20, 2011. Aku hanya sedang sedih, hidupku tidak berjalan sesuai mimpi mulukku, dan aku sedang ingin menangis, berlari lagi dalam debur ombak di tepian pantai. Aku tak ingin tenggelam, dan aku belum mau berhenti. Rinai hujan yang menemani seakan ingin membasuh tuntas air mata ini, sedihku tak berujung, semangatpun sedang menguap entah kemana. Dan aku benar-benar menangisi diri.
poetry diary | I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)
Poems of time and place. I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon). January 24, 2018. I break the yellowed beeswax crust,. Like muddied ice on moorland paths;. And fingers gather stubborn lumps,. Which cling, like peat. Roughened leather, weather-washed;. These boots have waited on the shelf. Two children, mortgages and jobs –. First making fearless tracks through bogs. I’ll start with rigid toes: scarred, scuffed,. Consuming wax, and gritstone-hard. And m...
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Woman Crusader Gothic Trilogy poetry. Dorina Neculce.
Woman Crusader Gothic Trilogy poetry. Dorina Neculce. Luni, 27 iulie 2015. The shrine of life. I dream myself door – living image. Carved by a hand. Too skilfull a door that opens. Towards the leaden ray I love the sea. The chilly air of the iron nights because. Only at night I have time for moans. My dear seeker of wishes. Then I have lively times descended. Of roars of dreams. I ease your crushed knees. Burned hands which have carried. With honour a rusty sword. As a daughter of death. As if I opened.
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