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poetryfromafar-Poems by Martha Little, paintings by Matug Aborawi
Poetryfromafar-Poems by Martha Little, paintings by Matug Aborawi. I have a painter friend who is an immigrant from North Africa, Matug Aborawi. He can't seem to stop painting the boats that are coming from Africa to Spain that arrive without people, the people who arrive without boats. There is something alarming and compelling about his paintings, and also expectant and hopeful. His paintings don't let us close our eyes. These poems are dedicated to the ones who didn't make it. Can there be so many arms.
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Κυπρίων Ποίηση και άλλες (μικρές και μεγάλες) ιστορίες λόγου
Κυπρίων Ποίηση και άλλες (μικρές και μεγάλες) ιστορίες λόγου. Καθόμαστε πλάι πλάι σε καρέκλες καφενείων Παίζουμε τάβλι, φυλλομετρούμε τις εφημερίδες Με τις Γεννήσεις και τους Θανάτους τους βιασμούς και τις λεηλασίες, πράματα καθημερινά. Κουβεντιάζουμε, φλυαρούμε σε μια παράξενη γλώσσα Που κανείς δεν ακούει, δεν την καταλαβαίνει. Περιμένουμε και ρωτούμε, περιμένουμε και ρωτούμε Αν φάνηκαν καθόλου τα πανιά Ας ήτανε και τα ιστία του πένθους .Μάνος Κράλης. Κυριακή, 16 Αυγούστου 2015. Φύλαξε την κάθε λέξη μου.
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Poetry From the Depths and Peaks
Poetry From the Depths and Peaks. Monday, April 26, 2010. Stop Up the Pen. Stop up the pen. Nothing you say is worthy now. Useless words, empty lies. All my words have gone to die. I cannot say what here below. Has got me so hidden and flown. Who took my words and hid them from me? Tell me if there was someone to be seen. So I stop up the pen and put it down. Nothing said is to be endowed. Useless pen, forget your tries. For all my words have gone and died. Monday, December 14, 2009. Death ends in glory.
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Poetry Frome
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Elizabeth's Poetry
Wednesday, 21 July 2010. That way sees' only weak,. Of material strength,. While strength of the heart holds all the keys',. Those who do not believe in anyone thing,. Shiver in fear,. As bold as lions',. Shudders' the places' of ruin,. Weakness shaking to the very core. When five ways' raining day,. As fast as wasps' swirling,. Weakness prevails' through,. The hearts' of those not true. Wednesday, 10 March 2010. Friday, 26 February 2010. Abraham and Linage : Part 1. The people of the book,. Who used to ...
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poetryfrommarilynn | Just another WordPress.com site
Just another WordPress.com site. May 11, 2011. I wish you had been here when I had my first child. And I wish you could be here now to see her pretty smile. I wish you could be here when I need to call my Mommy. And I wish you had been here when my baby first called me Mommy. I wish you had been here to hear Arielle’s first laugh. And I wish you could be here now so she could make you laugh. I wonder what it would be like if you didn’t have to be away. Would you laugh to see my baby driving me insane.
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Poetry From Mickey
Saturday, February 21, 2009. Irreplaceable yet debatable whether duplicable. Of desire, emotion and compassion. Saturates like chocolate sunshine. Infused in strawberry wine. That get's better over time. The way he looks at me. Umm, umm, umm. Fresh cotton and jasmine. Rain forest mystery and surprise. All wrapped in smooth, melodic flutters. His love is.simply beautiful. Friday, November 28, 2008. Here one day, washed the next. Assumed by some as society's pest. Seems cursed by most. There but not….
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can't you see what im hiding deep inside
Can't you see what im hiding deep inside. For those who say they care and will always be there best friends forever, but never really stop to make sure im still breathing. Thursday, July 07, 2005. In The Eyes of a Dancer. In the eyes of the dancer. You find the fire that lights the stage. In the eyes of the dancer. You find the energy that brings the dance to life. In the eyes of the dancer. You find a heart filled with a passion to keep going. In the eyes of the dancer. You find the love of the applause.