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Poetry In Action – Bringing poetry to life through performance

Bringing poetry to life through performance. Poetry in Action is a theatre company dedicated to bringing poetry to life through performance. The enthusiastic reaction to our performances and the support of our donors has enabled us to become one of Australia’s most widely travelled and innovative theatre companies, having performed in hundreds of communities to hundreds of thousands of young people. 2018 AUSTRALIAN / NEW ZEALAND TOURS. SINGAPORE 15 – 19 OCTOBER. MALAYSIA 22 – 26 OCTOBER. AU: 02 8999 8010.

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Poetry in a Cup

Poetry in a Cup. Funeral Speeches, Poetry, and Grievance. The Poetry Of A Planned Funeral Speech. When you are planning what you will say when you sit down to write a eulogy. You need to remember that there is great poetry in planning the speech in your head before you give it. There are many people who do not come to the podium with notes. They are ready to speak when they get up to the podium, and they have thought of what they will say. Words of Peace for the Bereaved. When is it appropriate to begin?

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Allie Summers - Writer Extraordinaire

Allie Summers - Writer Extraordinaire. A compilation of new and old stories, poems, and editorials. Please enjoy with an open mind. Tuesday, May 17, 2011. My heart is in my stomach. Cause i ate love for dinner. And you are like a prize. And i am all a winner. We touch with words. Our mouths will meet. And words flow in. And sighs flow out. So full of sun. Your warmth, because. You are the one. But it won't hurt. I hear the frogs. And stars i see. But i'm not where. I want to be. And so i sit. I see a life.

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POETRY IN ME

Sunday, March 11, 2012. Some come out weeping loudly. Some weeping quiet tears -. Some come out jumping wildly. Some crawling with their fears -. Some come out smiling broadly. Some biting their dirty nails -. Some come out fighting mildly. Some bring out their full entrails -. I wonder what they are thinking? I come out shouting strongly. And sometimes wipe my eyes. I come out skipping softly. Timid of what lies. I come out smiling sometimes. Sometimes sobbing with my pain. And some times feel insane.

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Poetry in America | Bringing poetry into living rooms and classrooms around the world

Coming to a Public Television Station Near You. Poetry in America premieres on public television stations nationwide this week. Poetry in America’s mission is to bring poetry into living rooms and classrooms around the world. Human language connects us across time and space: join the conversation. Sign up for our newsletter. Get updates from our shooting schedule, to airdates, to the latest courses and conversations. Follow us on social media to join in. Poetry in America Featured Guests. A new education...

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poetry in an empty coke can

Poetry in an empty coke can. Guillemots – Made-Up Lovesong #43. May 30, 2017. June 1, 2017. Is hanging up its proverbial hat in 2017. Some shrewd readers may have noticed the regularity of posts had dwindled this past year, as priorities shifted and attentions necessarily diverted elsewhere. Enabling CCP to interact with a number of artists, promote the wondrous DC concert circuit, and cultivate some great friendships with other likeminded musos. It derives from Guillemots. A fantastic, forward-thinking ...

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poetryinanutshell | Just another WordPress.com site

Just another WordPress.com site. Poem #69 – “An Enchanted Pool”. A small creature lay broken and dying by a pool. He dipped his head in the water and drank. The water cooled his throat. He felt the cold tickle his throat and belly. But the tickle continued. And the water gushed out of his wounds. The pool drained into the creature. And life went with it. The creature stood and screamed. But as he did the pool filled again. And the wounds reopened. Leaving him a small dead creature by a pool. The utensils...

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Poetry In A Pot Of Tea

Follow this blog with bloglovin. Saturday, April 30, 2016. All Who Wander Are Not Lost. I've wandered, but I'm not lost. I haven't forgotten about my neglected blog. I've been 'missing in action,' though, for awhile. My Mom. Passed away and months have flown by faster than I could imagine. It's spring again and melancholy thoughts pop into my head. When I see yellow roses that I know she loved or hear a song she used to sing along with on the stereo. Guess she missed reading my posts! Of course, College ...