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Candlelight | A Poet In York
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A Poet In York. May 28, 2016 /. My life is a light show,. Speckled with tea lamps. Which crowd on shelves. And set the room aglow. Each a star plucked from the sky. So I can wish and wonder just how I. Some spark and spit,. Iridescent for a second. Until they snuff forever from my life. Their loss scalds for an instant. But fades just as fast,. Leaving behind a faded red mark. And the memory of questions. No one thought to ask. To wait and whisper, treat me like a sister,. Wrapped in the scent. With this...
Numinous | A Poet In York
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A Poet In York. May 16, 2016 /. I had walked into God. There he stood,. Behind those pilgrim doors,. In a Rome that Wasn’t Rome. He knelt to me. And touched my shoulder,. As though I would shatter. If he dared try harder. I met his eyes. Those which should hate me. Those which I should hate. And within them I saw. The Thousands of lives he saved. And the Millions he destroyed. But in That Moment,. Alone in the vastness of Time. One of scores in his City,. Sometimes, I wish I still could.
Candlelight | A Poet In York
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A Poet In York. May 28, 2016 /. My life is a light show,. Speckled with tea lamps. Which crowd on shelves. And set the room aglow. Each a star plucked from the sky. So I can wish and wonder just how I. Some spark and spit,. Iridescent for a second. Until they snuff forever from my life. Their loss scalds for an instant. But fades just as fast,. Leaving behind a faded red mark. And the memory of questions. No one thought to ask. To wait and whisper, treat me like a sister,. Wrapped in the scent. With this...
Writing Time | A Poet In York
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A Poet In York. April 23, 2016 /. You may or may not have noticed that in the last week or so my posting has trailed off a bit and if you follow me on Twitter. This leaves me in somewhat of a predicament. Obviously I want to write, but I also need to find time to force myself to revise and I just like procrastinating too much. Besides that, even if I do break through the internet wall and sit down to write, all too soon I feel guilty for not revising and stop to trawl through the IPA again. That’s ...
A Hopeful Silence | A Poet In York
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A Poet In York. April 11, 2016 /. I wont write you a poem. That would be sabotage,. From which we’d never recover. With its lid stuck tight. What I will write is this. This one hopeful silence,. Grown when everything was. New as the green buds in the fields. But just as lovely. Before time can spoil it. Before the flowers melt. Beneath winter’s harsh snow. And the colour drains from the trees. Here, you are joy. For now, that’s enough. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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To The River I Am Led – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. To The River I Am Led. There is a dress,. When comes the night;. Unfeeling, and tight,. A struggle of zippers and ties,. Of doubt and six inch book. In shawl, in weathered moccasins. And stale breath I am. Led, like a monk, like a. Sprout from the dirt towards the sun. Skin to protect the little soul. Bruises, brightly,. A stone beneath the body that. Stiffness with ease,. Unusual home of clothe I am. For an assembly of memoirs;. Me, and splaying me out so to. You are commenting...
Books – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. Is an idea that came about through my many conversations with friends and loved ones about their harried lives and busy schedules. Believing that crunched time shouldn’t hamper compelling, fulfilling reading,. Came to be. Never spanning over 3000 words, the. Collection contains compact stories of adventure and magic, wisdom and philosophies, designed to be complete and whole tales one can finish in under 10 minutes. Look for a new. Widely available and always free. A meeting bet...
Donate – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. Of hours every month for me to put out the variety of consistent, quality work for all you readers. Larkspur Horne does not accept money from advertisers or any other third parties – help keep it that way! Please consider giving a one time donation of $1 or more and assist this blog in giving you ad-free, fun, poetic, whimsical weekly magic. Thank you readers for all you do. This blog would not exist without you! Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). A Friday Lament at 2:15 am.
The Trinity – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. The Ashes Alexandrov Trinity is a web series consisting of three books differentiated by three classic personae: Lady Ashes (The Mystic), Apprentice Alex (The Intellectual) and the Outcast, Rov (The Usurper). The creation of the Three was inspired by an old childhood pen name of mine. (Go easy, I was too young to know any better.). Ashes, Alex, and Rov. You’re all smart folks I’m sure you get the picture). I have done it. I did it! Like many of my works, the Web of Three is writ...
Dark and Dust – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. There is a gulf. That divides me from you. Moves organs and tooth. And hung ‘round your neck. Wade through this darkness with me. All the glowing atoms. Flee as we move. Yet we never meet. I hear you say. I pull a strand. Of vein from me. And send it to you across the ebon lea. Wait a bit more. I’m. Forming fast as I can. Of the ocean arriving to shore. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Published by A. Marie. Notify me of n...
Larkspur – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. 8220;I’ve always been a bit. There As a kid, I was very much into poetry and reading and. It was evident I was imaginative; even as a child my all-absorbing flights of fantasy were a little weird and downright unnerving to [my] many family members and friends. Why, when I was 15 years old, I was. Whatcha afraid of fallin’ for anyhow? Don’t cats always land on their feet? 8217; It was my. 8211; A. Marie, April 2012. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Top Posts and Pages.
Contact – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. Does not have the indulgence of any social media. (With the exception of a goodreads account of mine that I don’t really use.) Sorry folks. However, if you are curious about something, contact me at:. I look forward to hearing from you! Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Enter your...
Memories From Marie – Chasing Foxtails – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. Memories From Marie – Chasing Foxtails. In an instant I turned on heel, the arrow spiking through the air as I twisted and dodged, the sharp head slicing my cheek, and a lock of my hair floated wistfully to the ground. In frozen bewilderment I looked to Coonskin, and he looked to me, us both petrified in the surprise of the moment, his cat eyes the size of dinner plates and fur on end. Whew, that was close. I said. I hear they fancy roasted pussycat! And in unified fashion Coon ...
adventure – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. 5 Wordless Books that Bring the Magic. Picture books are wonderful. They provide us freedom and beauty, thought and awe. Sometimes, when it comes to imagination, words just get in the way. Children understand this; ditch the rules and clear a path! How do we see? A picture book can provide this opportunity. What internal narrative do we give to these characters? What exchanges do we hear? What adventure do we create? How do they end? We may decide. And that is a magical thing.
Deadman House – The Larkspur Horne
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Where magic and pen meet. They’ll catch you still! You’d better race,. You’d better run;. But there’s no escaping,. When the Deadmen come. Is a paranormal-fantasy blog series, focusing on the very odd, very mysterious, very unwanted, and most prestigious (if you’re in the right circles, that is), Deadman and Black Family. The sun’s gone down,. So lock up tight! Close all the windows,. Keep on the lights! When the wind blows cold,. And the shutters pound;. Best be inside,. For you see, nobody really.
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Poeta en red
191;Cuando nos atreveremos a cantar juntos esa canció. Lo que más me preocupa no es si ya pasó mi momento. Desde siempre he percibido ese miedo que tiene muc. Textos y diseño de Luis Lucena Canales. Con la tecnología de Blogger. 191;Cuando nos atreveremos a cantar juntos esa canción que nos busca? Lo que más me preocupa no es si ya pasó mi momento, sino que cada vez parece que hay menos momentos para todos. 191;Por qué no lo debatimos? 191;Por qué no lo compartimos? Y sus publicistas triquitraque. Que el...
Enrique Lihn
Bitácora dedicada a la obra y palabra del poeta chileno Enrique Lihn. Martes, 29 de noviembre de 2016. Lo que no soporto son los aprendices ineptos: Once libros de Enrique Lihn. La Musiquilla de las pobres esferas. A partir de Manhattan. Señales de ruta (Estudio sobre Juan Luis Martínez). Al bello aparecer de este lucero. Literatura Chilena y experiencia autoritaria. Dossier sobre Enrique Lihn. Fragmento de Respuestas de Enrique Lihn. Http:/ poetaenriquelihn.blogspot.com/. Enviar por correo electrónico.
Poeta Entusiasta
Sensualidade e prazer. A sedução à flor da pele. Ocorreu um erro neste gadget. Sexta-feira, 4 de maio de 2012. Links para esta postagem. Quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2012. Http:/ www.sexoebundas.net/videos-2012/04/video-porno-dotado-mete-caralho-de-40cm-na-buceta-da-mulata-bunduda.html. Links para esta postagem. Segunda-feira, 28 de março de 2011. Laça meu penhor tua penugem,. Determinada mordisca o pinto. Que logo se transforma numa cobra alongada. Tua penugem, olhando de perto,. E aos poucos tua aranha.
Poeta en tu tierra
Presentación del Proyecto:. Poeta en tu Tierra, A.C. Tiene el honor de invitar a las mujeres radicadas en el estado de Aguascalientes a participar en el proyecto “Poeta en tu Tierra, Aguascalientes, edición 2008”, con las siguientes:. Requisitos de Participación. Las mujeres radicadas en el estado de Aguascalientes que:. Llenen solicitud de participación (datos generales solo para hacerle llegar los beneficios de la participación). Los escritos podrán ser firmados con su nombre o seudónimo. En horarios d...
A Poet In York | Writing Mishaps Aplenty
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EL RINCONCITO DEL POETA
EL RINCONCITO DEL POETA. Miércoles, 23 de enero de 2013. Los maestros y maestras del CEIP Poeta Carlos Álvarez, hemos elaborado este Blog, con mucha alegría, entusiasmo e ilusión. Queremos que sirva de ayuda para todos nuestros alumnos y alumnas. 161;Esperamos que os guste! Suscribirse a: Entradas (Atom). Los maestros y maestras del CEIP Poeta Carlos Á. 191;Qué día es hoy? LENGUA 1 Y 2º. MATEMÁTICAS 1º Y 2º. CONO MEDIO 1º Y 2º. SEGUNDO CICLO DE PRIMARIA. TERCER CICLO DE PRIMARIA. 191; Qué hora es?
POETA É O POVO
POETA É O POVO. Um blog para quem gosta de poemas,onde vou mostrar as minhas inspirações antigas e as que vou fazendo actualmente.QUEM QUISER RIMAS COM SEU NOME OU DE SEU BLOG é só pedir basta para isso Comentar. SEJAM FELIZES E VIVAM O DIA A DIA COM FELICIDADE. Quinta-feira, julho 12, 2007. ME DESCULPEM SE VOS DESILUDI. Hoje é o post que mais vai me custar fazer mas tem de ser. Mas a vida real mesmo que seja triste existe e é nela que mesmo sem me apetecer tenho de investir. Meus queridos amigos muitooo...
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