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Poetry in Bloom
Sunday, September 19, 2010. You may have noticed that I had taken a break from blogging over the course of several weeks. I was enjoying much rest and relaxation during my summer break from my full-time job as assistant librarian in a boys' private school. There are plenty of video recordings of poets performing their work on the Internet as well. Here are 10 sites where you can hear poets who write for young people recite/read/perform their poems:. If I Were the Moon. And shares poems from her books.
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Parviz Tanavoli: Poetry in Bronze
Parviz Tanavoli: Poetry in Bronze. Parviz Tanavoli: Poetry in Bronze". Directed by Terrence Turner Produced by Timothy Turner and Tandis Tanavoli.
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Ecclesiastic Poetry
Saturday, April 24, 2010. Today, she asked her: Why do I always go into fixing mode when a person displays anger? She said to her, who had just been she: "Just notice it; just notice it. And stop the reaction.". Therein the litany of stones creates new meaning. Therein, words that used to were can only was. There, here, I crouch around for it, I believe in it. And she doesn't have to do it alone. In my experience, God is always there,. Truly always been there,. But then, when I met my own missionaries,.
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poetryincode0 | Just another WordPress.com site
Just another WordPress.com site. Ladislav Klíma: Sus triumphans. February 21, 2012. Originál, jedna z nepodstatnějších statí z povídky L.Klímy “Sus triumphans”. Zuříme-li proti společnosti obyčejných lidí, kterou nazýváš sviní , nezuříme tím proti sobě? Ničíme-li společenský pořádek, nepodkopáváme si sami půdu pod nohama? Vznik velkých lidí není odvislý od daření se společnosti malých? Není kultura odvislá od zachování společenského pořádku? 8221; zvolal Eugenio, “my ho neuvedeme v nepořádek! 8221; excla...
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projections
I usually write in Marathi and Hindi Languages. This is an effort to project something in English to become available to more people under the sun. Saturday, November 1, 2008. Get converted to pain. Why should I always give. 160;remains the question . Why can't life be. The more I think. The more I get crazy. The pain remains active. And more I get lazy. To rescue me from here? And make the things clear? We keep on blowing. 160; Tushar Joshi, Nagpur. It takes very few words,. To get connected .
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poetryincolors | Paintings . In words and colors.
Paintings . In words and colors. Landscapes – new and old. Paintings by other artists. I am the one you saw writhing on the road that night. You passed me by without a single crinkle on your forehead. Few boys who thought speed was fun, had hit me and fled. Left me without remorse or any knowledge of my death. Odd things flash when you draw those last weak breaths. I wish I had that last cup of tea that morning. I wish I had looked at my home one last time. But I was on my way to being brain-dead. Eventu...
