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  • Lonely Eagles by Marilyn Nelson

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    15 Apr 2014 | 11:00 pm
    by Marilyn Nelson
  • Bucknell's Poetry Path is public art meant to be heard: Not far by car

    Poetry News
    16 Apr 2014 | 7:10 am
    What feelings that childhood poem evokes! Freedom! Hold on tight! On top of the world! Hearing the words, we can almost feel our legs pumping faster, or hear ourselves begging to be pushed just a little higher.
  • The feast

    bentlily | One poem a day
    Samantha Reynolds
    14 Apr 2014 | 9:18 am
    The poem sits inside you like a hunter waiting for a weak moment of indecision or the lull of your commute and that’s when it pounces clawing its words into the hem of your lips for birth is no place for grace and your friends think it’s serene this poetry but they don’t see its teeth that if you don’t give it paper to feast on your friends will call for you and find only a stack of bones.
  • Soul Thomas Evans - Karate and Candy

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    16 Apr 2014 | 12:00 am
    Soul Thomas Evans on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1323.
  • Private eye

    Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus
    19 Mar 2014 | 9:04 pm
    Feeling without within, feeling alone together, lost in wondering found asunder, learning to look inward for outward signs, a pupil, too close for comfort, silent screaming, joyless, empty, aching, forever touchless.Filed under: Life, Poetry, Writing Tagged: aloneness, Introspection, Looking inward, Perception, the human condition
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  • Bucknell's Poetry Path is public art meant to be heard: Not far by car

    16 Apr 2014 | 7:10 am
    What feelings that childhood poem evokes! Freedom! Hold on tight! On top of the world! Hearing the words, we can almost feel our legs pumping faster, or hear ourselves begging to be pushed just a little higher.
  • Students showcase talents at Poetry Slam

    16 Apr 2014 | 5:11 am
    In a high school auditorium, dark but packed with teens, the young poets walked up on stage and into the spotlight, and unflinchingly bared a bit of their soul.
  • Bilingual Poetry Night is April 29

    16 Apr 2014 | 2:01 am
    Poetry Month Rockland, Rockland Public Library and the Penobscot School will present the annual Bilingual Poetry Night Tuesday, April 29, at 7 p.m. at the Penobscot School, 28 Gay St. Poems will be read in French and Spanish, along with their English translations.
  • Celebrating Ohio's Poets and Poetry

    15 Apr 2014 | 9:50 pm
    Ohio has a rich history of talented poets that have shared their gifts and talents through their insightful poems.
  • Attention retirees: You can still have fun. Here's how.

    15 Apr 2014 | 6:46 pm
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    bentlily | One poem a day

  • The feast

    Samantha Reynolds
    14 Apr 2014 | 9:18 am
    The poem sits inside you like a hunter waiting for a weak moment of indecision or the lull of your commute and that’s when it pounces clawing its words into the hem of your lips for birth is no place for grace and your friends think it’s serene this poetry but they don’t see its teeth that if you don’t give it paper to feast on your friends will call for you and find only a stack of bones.
  • Where you find the room

    Samantha Reynolds
    8 Apr 2014 | 10:55 pm
    You lay there today and smiled at each of us in that surprising way when joy seems to crash out of you I picked you up smooth and fleshy as a mango told them I was going to change your diaper which I did but I also wanted a moment to whisper into your belly my gratitude for forgiving all those moments when I don’t look and for treating the times that I do with a generosity so big I wonder at your little heart and where you find the room.
  • Last day in Hawaii

    Samantha Reynolds
    5 Apr 2014 | 12:25 am
    We watch as the lazy eye of the sun is erased by the mountain the air stays warm and smooth as silk just like the poets say the waves slap quietly like a dog’s tongue at a water bowl and you turn to me your hair sticking up in a sea water mess mama I love you the most of the life times a thousand moons and I will my busy brain to stop everything and etch this moment into whatever place is made for things that need to live inside me forever.
  • Ordinary miracle

    Samantha Reynolds
    2 Apr 2014 | 12:06 am
    Another friend another new baby this cascade of life is so common and yet here I am again startled by how the thinness of a moment can hatch all that skin and hope.
  • Rooster

    Samantha Reynolds
    1 Apr 2014 | 2:12 pm
    The night is inky and hot palm trees dunked in darkness and it would be quiet but for the swish of wind and the periodic slam of rain except the roosters here didn’t get the memo their ragged shrieks gouging the blackness I lay in bed flanked by my sleeping family feeling an old fear nest in my belly wondering why a chicken’s yell has choked my breath and then realizing it’s the same way I feel  in the city as I am woken up to hooting and howling whenever a pack of guys drifts past our house a part of me curious about their conquest a part of me wanting to hide and the rooster…
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    Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus

  • Private eye

    19 Mar 2014 | 9:04 pm
    Feeling without within, feeling alone together, lost in wondering found asunder, learning to look inward for outward signs, a pupil, too close for comfort, silent screaming, joyless, empty, aching, forever touchless.Filed under: Life, Poetry, Writing Tagged: aloneness, Introspection, Looking inward, Perception, the human condition
  • In the moment

    15 Mar 2014 | 3:00 pm
    In the moment; while being one with nature our soul is quickened.Filed under: Beauty, Haiku hybrid, Life, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Writing Tagged: blessing of nature, simple beauty, woods denizen
  • Ides of March

    14 Mar 2014 | 11:44 pm
    Ides of March will loom in Our Times for world-corrupt, as a bad omen for unchecked power, rules can change: see Human Spring. Action speaks louder than words ever did. Caution: Do not mock freedom- fighters will prevail; rogue orders obeyed, thine ovis Idulius, invite casualties.Filed under: Haiku hybrid, Poetry, Worldliness, Writing Tagged: Ides of March, Ides of March still a bad omen, ovis Idulius, sacrifice for the lesser gods
  • Eva Cassidy birthday remembrance

    2 Feb 2014 | 2:14 am
    EVA I heard an angel sing, my silver chord affirms this; a voice so sweet so pure, no crystal known could ring as clear, nor take the soul so far from earth, or all the pain upon it. This voice sang through, this voice rang true, country jazz or bluesy blues she sang them all, she paid her dues, made strong men cry too. I heard this angel sing, my silver chord affirms this; so-tall Georgia trees abloom sunlit breeze her bridge too far for silver birds to fly, her troubled waters all gone by. I think willows weep now sway mournfully, whisper eva eva eva, we grow so high to shade you so, if…
  • Silencing Baa-Baa

    12 Dec 2013 | 12:13 am
    As liberty dies so the voice which upholds it silence itself. The rights that were left- lawlessness killed them on sight; left no hope behind. Filed under: Haiku hybrid Tagged: alexanderesque, haiku hybrid, lawlessness
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • in sagan’s wake

    Wade Kwon
    14 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The expanse of the universe is both fearsome and gravely humbling. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • a frenzied accounting

    Wade Kwon
    13 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Scraps detail the odd costs of doing business and paying off the feds. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • stillness

    Wade Kwon
    12 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    One lamp light. Dimness. One cricket. A steady chirp. One breeze. Gentle touch. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • piper club

    Wade Kwon
    12 Apr 2014 | 7:45 pm
    The frolicking in the pool gave way to a lone piper at sunset. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • first last call

    Wade Kwon
    10 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    They gulped their cocktails and headed out for smoky enclaves to invade. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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  • Lines from Poems I Read Early This Morning and Liked

    10 Apr 2014 | 1:09 am
    Fleeting tails in a corner of emptinessjust leaving the frame,the photographer filming swallowshas to learn to love failure, how the almost having of the thingis true in itself.Gabeba Baderoon, ‘’Learning to love failure’ (from A Hundred Silences)*So I drink to become herto tug the stubborn roots of the heart, sap the pastof its fading film and amber ore, snap the branchesof time because in a blink it is only scent that remains       and tonight darling even the sea is thirsty.Janette Ayachi, ‘Passing Places’ (from A Choir of Ghosts)*Layabout, M, 43,…
  • Hidden Door Festival 2014: An Appreciation

    8 Apr 2014 | 9:39 am
    The Hidden Door Festival took place over nine days in Edinburgh from 28 March–5 April 2014. HD had hired 23 of the city’s disused vaults and transformed them into art showrooms, music venues, bars and other performance spaces, which included poetry. It was a monumental achievement to put an exciting programme together and utilise such a space. It was free during the daytime and a charge was made for the extensive evening line-ups. David Martin and his HD organising team deserve a massive round of applause.I got there on two nights. First of all on Saturday 30th March. I saw a little music…
  • 'When Someone Goes Away, Everything That's Been Done Comes Back'

    25 Mar 2014 | 3:45 am
    I really love this poem, 'When Someone Goes Away, Everything That's Been Done Comes Back' by Macedonian poet, Nikola Madzirov (translated by Peggy & Graham Reid, Magdalena Horvat and Adam Reed). You can find it and other terrific poems in Remnants of Another Age, published by Bloodaxe, 2013, a dual language edition."In the embrace on the corner you will recognizesomeone’s going away somewhere. It’s always so.I live between two truthslike a neon light trembling inan empty hall..."
  • Utter (And Three Other Books)

    22 Mar 2014 | 4:53 am
    I have read four books, all completely different from one another and all brilliant in their own way. I will try to write more soon about Jen Hadfield’s Byssus (Picador), Tishani Doshi’s Everything Begins Elsewhere (Bloodaxe) and Gabeba Baderoon’s The Dream in the Next Body (Kwela/Snailpress). But I have been re-reading Vahni Capildeo’s amazing Utter (Peepal Tree Press), a book with a tremendous range of voices and forms and with a beautifully iconoclastic sense of humour. It flits between mainstream and experimental enough to call the existence of such categories into question. I’m…
  • We Could Send Letters

    20 Mar 2014 | 3:36 am
    What came through my letterbox yesterday? A selection of leaflets advertising carry-out pizzas and other foods, two envelopes containing junk mail, a package with a book inside sent by a publisher for possible review in Magma, and a business letter. I can't remember the last time someone actually wrote a letter to me that wasn't to do with work or was carrying out some form of transaction. I can't remember when I last wrote such a letter either.A few months ago, I wrote a fairly long article on a book published by Bloodaxe, Airmail: the Letters of Robert Bly and Tomas Transtromer, an article…
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    GotPoetry.com News

  • Bilingual Poetry Night is April 29

    16 Apr 2014 | 8:43 am
    Poetry News: Poetry Month Rockland, Rockland Public Library and the Penobscot School will present the annual Bilingual Poetry Night Tuesday, April 29, at 7 p.m. at the Penobscot School, 28 Gay St. Poems will be read in French and Spanish, along with their English translations.Link!
  • CA- Poet and Singer Collaborate In Campbell Hall

    16 Apr 2014 | 8:42 am
    Arts and Lectures will present an acoustic music and poetry event at Campbell Hall titled "Words and Music: An Evening with Billy Collins and Aimee Mann" tomorrow night, featuring former U.S. Poet Laureate and best-selling poet Billy Collins alongside acclaimed singer-songwriter Aimee Mann, best-known for her soundtrack for the film "Magnolia."Link!
  • Utah poet lays down law to boys who may one day date his daughter

    16 Apr 2014 | 8:38 am
    Poetry News: The Salt Lake City father took to the stage at this year's College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational to run down how he's been preparing to meet the kid who eventually hooks up with his little girl.Link!
  • 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 16

    16 Apr 2014 | 8:24 am
    For today’s prompt, write an elegy. An elegy doesn’t have specific formal rules. Rather, it’s a poem for someone who has died. In fact, elegies are defined as “love poems for the dead” in John Drury’s The Poetry Dictionary.. Link!
  • Bucknell's Poetry Path is public art meant to be heard: Not far by car

    16 Apr 2014 | 8:22 am
    "Kids get it," said Shara McCallum, director of Bucknell University's Stadler Center for Poetry who has worked with students from pre-school through graduate school. "Adults, however, try to figure it out." Link!
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    Poems and Poetics

  • Four Poems by Heriberto Yépez translated by Nathaniel Tarn (redux)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    13 Apr 2014 | 6:56 am
    A SEXY EPIC“A SEXY EPIC.”An untoward allianceof words.A prosti-code of our time(an era which is scarcely maternal). An age pusillanimous or absurd What would Homer have saidhad he seen this movie? Would he have been anguished by this rape? Or would he not even have been restoredby the very existence of Virgil?FITTING INTO THE NEW IRONIC UTERUSObscureinhabitation. The night of historywill mix its mistswith the night of your life. Mammalian technology.Emetic vulva, mine. In the underworld, the sole of your footis looked on with terror.(Horror pedal of the…
  • Jackson Mac Low: the poem I've been futzing around with for c. 16 days

    Jerome Rothenberg
    8 Apr 2014 | 6:18 pm
    [The following letter & poem are as found in our email correspondence from 2003.  The Naropa reference is to a question I had raised about using some of Jackson’s aleatory procedures in a workshop at Naropa’s Jack Kerouac school that coming summer, & the initials LP refer of course to Jackson’s Light Poems.  A small portion of the formatting has been modified or distorted in the transfer to blogger, but may be better viewed in the Jacket2 version. (J.R.)]From: Jackson Mac Low To: jeromerothenberg@hotmail.com Subject: the poem I've been futzing around with for…
  • Pier Paolo Pasolini: Seven Poems for Ninetto (1970-73)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    5 Apr 2014 | 5:32 am
    Pier Paolo Pasolini & Ninetto DavoliTranslation from Italian & commentaryby Peter Valente[These poems are part of a sequence whose central focus is Pasolini’s love for the young actor Ninetto Davoli.  They are selected from the 112 works that exist in various states of draft and revision, most of them written during the filming of the “Canterbury Tales” in Englandand completed on Pasolini’s return to Italy. The last poem in the sequence is dated “February 1973.”] 1/Your place was at my side,and you were proud of this.But, sitting with your arm on the steering…
  • Jerome Rothenberg: Three Variations on Octavio Paz’s “Blanco”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    31 Mar 2014 | 7:36 pm
    For the 100th anniversary of Octavio Paz’s birthBLANCO 1 : A VARIATION IN SEVEN SEGMENTS FOR OCTAVIO PAZ1. white as the land looks | the vultures | white also | circle above | each one a soul | glows white | on horizon | or on page2. the land is the land | it is white | thunderheads cover it | drumbeats | joining the land | & the sky3. sky receptive to thunder | drumbeats to sky | white to colors | faces to eyes | sand turning white | like the sky 4. green is also | a color | like flesh | stung by thorns | my body | or yours | sparks a rage | like a…
  • Toward a Poetry & Poetics of the Americas (4): Jose Asunción Silva (1865-1896), “Nocturne III”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    28 Mar 2014 | 5:58 am
    Translation by Jerome Rothenberg with commentary by       Heriberto Yépez                     a night,a night thick with perfumes, with whispers & music, with wings,A nightwith glowworms fantastically bright in its bridal wet shadows,there by my side, pressed slowly & tightly against me,mute and paleas if a presentiment of infinite sorrow should stir youdown to the secretest depths of your nature,a path with flowers crosses the…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire


    Thom Donovan
    31 Mar 2014 | 4:41 pm
    Wednesday night at the Poetry Project myself and others will be celebrating the launch of the Etel Adnan Reader, which I edited with Brandon Shimoda for Nightboat Books. Please come hear folks read from the book and celebrate Etel's incredible life's work in words.
  • Left Melancholy in LIT 25

    Thom Donovan
    23 Mar 2014 | 12:30 pm
    A big chunk of Left Melancholy appears in LIT 25, along with work by Jackqueline Frost, Harold Abramowitz, Franklin Bruno and other favorites. Thanks to Jeff T. Johnson, editor extraordinaire.
  • Maggy 5

    Thom Donovan
    22 Mar 2014 | 11:26 am
    I have some poems in Maggy 5. "Blood Mooon," for Etel Adnan. "Sublime Anger," after David Wojnarowicz. "Lit," for Marissa Perel. And "Impassed," for Beth Murray.Thank you to Adam Fitzgerald!
  • Forthcoming 2014

    Thom Donovan
    21 Mar 2014 | 10:27 am
  • UnAmerican Activities (reading)

    Thom Donovan
    19 Mar 2014 | 7:05 pm
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    A window Within Myself

  • Broken ..

    2 Apr 2014 | 12:40 pm
    You found meA broken wall But im more than that Im a shattered heart Still the hands thats pulls me downDedicated in demolishing my wallBut Im still untouched As my soul is higher than that  Nasra Al Adawi
  • Amidst of soul breath

    30 Mar 2014 | 11:57 am
    silence calling silence
  • Pen Touch

    22 Mar 2014 | 7:07 am

    10 Mar 2014 | 5:26 am

    2 Mar 2014 | 10:25 am
    Feel the musicYour soul words Let it be heartbeats Your absolute inner voice #Nasraaladawi #poem #words #poetry
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    Sad Poems

  • Steep Hills In Both Directions

    13 Apr 2014 | 9:15 pm
    soft stalks in the thick grass. tease the sun. assuming life is residual. or some form thereof. her bricks carry her. in stiff tongues and absent martyrs. life is small. smaller than we ever imagined. shattered tiles  on the stairs. the impossible logic of trust. simmers and burns in its empty pot. the gentle paradox of deception. boasts its graves in fractions of the original math. there is no such thing as addiction of subtraction. only corners where the shadows relent. this long walk forgets the obvious parables. the distance concerns itself only with the echo. the mind's beating…
  • Reasoning with the Cocoon

    7 Apr 2014 | 9:23 pm
    her skewed geometry of touch. arrives in heavy downpours. yet manifests in delicate floods. collisions and droughts pierce the sober wind. life is a series of butterflies chewing off their own wings. no sneeze. no chain of events. the empty abyss that surrounds us our only connection. the rain breathes. in slender angles that give us strength to dare. the water sings its path. a graceful cascade of ghosts in a last surrender to gravity. her eyes like broken math. a frenzy of calculations desperate for an answer. her lips are sour candy. but sugar is all i taste. change is always ready. but…
  • Comfortable Vertigo

    5 Apr 2014 | 9:44 pm
    hard measures. angles and what not. such as the body is. divided. slivers and threads boast their independence. the larger mass mostly gravity and the subtle science of apathy. sex's crass magicians pull rabbits from our heads. time's adamant priests locate paradise in the most unlikely places. there is a momentum to the grey. a tide beneath the sober. and all of us are devoured in its hunger. we can never be. nor ever have been. that time was long spent before we noticed it. we flail in our emotional bankruptcy while the taste of wealth stubbornly lingers on our lips. the pauses have their…
  • Simple Saboteurs

    31 Mar 2014 | 10:27 pm
    solvent syllables in the theater of the choke. deaf as the wolf. Blind as the Earth. She carries her pennies in fistfuls. Arriving at the fountain without the luxury of a wish. the yellow. the simple bridges. manifest their sober. in eloquent ghosts. and the patterns. all too similar to losing hope. isoleses triangles. the weak geometry of skin. jagged puzzle pieces. in a pciture yet to be determined. she scribbles the world. in dull pencils and fading ink. imagining time in crusts of bread. and doses of medicine. softening the affliction with repetition and indifference. the madness. the…
  • Bargaining Bones

    27 Mar 2014 | 9:07 pm
    soft scabs listen for the u-turn. the journey happens. in used matchsticks and dirty bedsheets. smoke and cum. the perfume of love and crisis. stubborn ghosts wasting their pastels drawing flowers and flames. it's cold. it has to be. the arrogant cancer of touch sweeps us up in its disease. the cure comes in colors. no words. just sweating angles. swallowed up in the inertia of the people we've become. shedding the numbers. the vague math of broken needles and open windows. petitioning the darkness. in simple equations. ambivalent strokes of submission. quietly poison each moment. until the…
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  • mmcxxvii

    15 Apr 2014 | 11:20 pm
    -[gasps]-“What’s going on?”     “I think we’re       overestimating       the bid.”“Oh.”-[pause]-      “I feel really sick       and I have to quit.”-[leaves]-
  • mmcxxvi

    14 Apr 2014 | 7:40 pm
    doppelgängerskin flapssyntax
  • mmcxxv

    13 Apr 2014 | 11:31 pm
    this knit funnel-neck tank topthis knitfunnel-necktank topdoublesas a sportyhoodie
  • mmcxxiv

    12 Apr 2014 | 4:32 pm
    the morninggot extendedby a blackladybug
  • mmcxxiii

    11 Apr 2014 | 11:21 pm
    i invested in the pre-moment.               —kathryn l. pringlethese bootswere madefor walkingsomewhereover therainbowgiuchie giuchieya yaaaa  dadait has been hard livingsince the pre-moment.               —kathryn l. pringle
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  • Wordsworth and de Man on Red Room

    Adam Fieled
    15 Apr 2014 | 2:04 pm
    The seminar piece from Temple '06 on Red Room the archive.today way twice today.
  • Picasso/Bonnard

    Adam Fieled
    15 Apr 2014 | 11:33 am
  • On Bonnard on Red Room

    Adam Fieled
    15 Apr 2014 | 9:26 am
    From the new notes on Red Room the archive.today way.
  • Hypersensuality and Hollowness Pt. 2

    Adam Fieled
    15 Apr 2014 | 8:44 am
    As to the significance of the hypersensuality of Flaubert's prose, in the ultimate sense - and what might be called the ultimate Flaubertian mystery - it would seem that it reduces to one suggestion, which bridges the physical and metaphysical, cognition and antithetical lack thereof - the raw fact and facticity of human life consists of the surface of human consciousness (sensibility) and,
  • Picasso and Romanticism/Red Room

    Adam Fieled
    14 Apr 2014 | 9:55 am
    From the notes, Picasso/Romanticism on Red Room, link to CSOP.
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    Chicano Poet

  • 12 Apr 2014 | 9:43 pm

    12 Apr 2014 | 9:43 pm
    Summer In The CityDriving in the vanwith her father and motherquietly in the backhe slips his hand under her smileat the intersectioncars with tongues hanging outin the heatpedestrians selling their sweatcops arrestingthe pitifully hota chihuahuadesperately seeking the dog poundthe dog poundturns into ouncessummer in the cityfires started by water hydrantshis hand in her heartcovered in love
  • 10 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Battle Of The BirdsI was fighting with the birdswhen momma got the broommy piece of the pie was a tireI flung it at a girlwhose skinny legs spilledout of her skirtand into my heartthe birds had a stickup their sleevesthey shared it with youI was left in the darkmomma's broom was a heartI wore in my chestlove is more than you can thinkI was fighting with the birdsthey blackened my armsmy eyelids full of bloodhow sweetly they lifted the scornmy girlfriend bobbed up and downher mouth tasted of swampthe dancing birds forlorn
  • 10 Apr 2014 | 10:50 am

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:50 am
    Ombligo Del Space Time ContinuumThe viejito carries a plastic grocery bagand a stick to ward offthe barrio dogs and gang mensosin the bag is a package of factory tortillashis viejita can't make tortillas anymoreeven young Mexican womencan't make tortillas anymorehe says out loud as he walksdownhill on Merrimac St.on the Southside of San Antoniohe's the navel of the cityand the whole Diosdamned cityswirls down into his belly
  • 5 Apr 2014 | 1:06 pm

    5 Apr 2014 | 1:06 pm
    IodineI made love to her in the iodineher bra knocking castlesout of my graspher clitorishidden behind sunglassesmy mouth wateringlike the seaher actrushing against my hands
  • 26 Mar 2014 | 8:31 am

    26 Mar 2014 | 8:31 am
    Hollow Out TexasHe said he would hollow out Texasthe people cried No Nothey said it was theirsbut he knew otherwisehe started digginghe piled the dirt up highon top of the neighboring stateswhich as you can imaginebegin bitching and whiningbut he kept at ituntil the whole state of Texaswas neatly hollowed outand then of courseit collapsed upon itselfthey called him a jackassthey called him a burrobut he was true to his wordhe said he would hollow out Texas
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  • Writing Literature to Benefit Nonhumans

    27 Mar 2014 | 1:33 pm
    On why we should consider literature a force that can also benefit nonhumans: "The idea that literature should be written to benefit nonhumans is new. We see no hint of this in western letters prior to now. Book X of The Republic maintains that the only permissible literature is that which praises gods and famous men. Aristotle remarks in Book IV of The Poetics that literature’s purview is the
  • 4 Mar 2014 | 10:14 pm

    4 Mar 2014 | 10:14 pm
  • 22 Feb 2014 | 5:02 pm

    22 Feb 2014 | 5:02 pm
    h o l z w e g e
  • 6 Feb 2014 | 6:53 am

    6 Feb 2014 | 6:53 am
  • geworfenheit again

    13 Jan 2014 | 4:14 pm
    The reason for objecting quite generally to an attitude of greater detachment and for commending an embrace of at least some of what lies beyond the sphere of one's will has less to do with a benevolent concern for others than with a view about what, for lack of a better word, might be called psychic health. The desirability of this trait comes partly from its expression of our recognition that
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    the dust congress

  • 16 Apr 2014 | 5:00 am

    16 Apr 2014 | 5:00 am
    I wish they didn't put mirrors behind the bar Lady Pink, The Death of Graffiti, 1982, The Attorney Arrives At His Office On April 16 -- klipschutz Of course it would be dark, the accounting firm next door, on the ultimate day after the night before. People hate lawyers and pity the bean counter. People hate themselves and withhold pity from the poor. Across my desk not one of you can look me
  • 14 Mar 2014 | 9:56 am

    14 Mar 2014 | 9:56 am
    many times we've been out drinking and many times we've shared our thoughts * Nice Breeze's "Transparency" is featured in the Washington City Paper. * WAMU's Bandwith blog includes Nice Breeze in its Brief Introduction to DC's garage rock scene.
  • 10 Feb 2014 | 7:00 pm

    10 Feb 2014 | 7:00 pm
    Let the products sell themselves fuck advertising, commercial psychology psychological methods to sell should be destroyed * A poem by klipschutz from SECOND TERM BLUES “Active citizenship may be a drag, and interfere with your real vocation as a Facebook addict, but what’s the alternative? Unregulated corporations whose CEOs bloviate about their libertarian principles even as they
  • 17 Jan 2014 | 11:55 am

    17 Jan 2014 | 11:55 am
    and the time will come when you add up the numbers Rosamond Purcell, Untitled, 2000 * Two new Nice Breeze recordings: I'm No Joan of Arc & New Barflies can be heard here. * "Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is THE BEST..." --Frank Zappa
  • 12 Jan 2014 | 9:27 am

    12 Jan 2014 | 9:27 am
    the sun highlights the lack in each John Divola, As Far as I Could Get: 10 Seconds, 1996 A poem by Klipschutz: KEEP UP! “the sports page makes the news” A-Rod, A-Rod, A-Rod, say it isn’t isn’t so. Cross your fingers if you have to, but Say it! Do it with your game face on, A-Bro! I wouldn’t know you from A-Dam or Bam-Bam or C-Span but I love you for your flaws, in that fecklessly American
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  • dappered & tappered

    gautami tripathy
    13 Apr 2014 | 9:27 am
    The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus swayed by his determined cat he turns this way and that his gaudy clothes swear deeply at him papers tumble briefly on the floor by a single flick of his... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • desperate measures

    gautami tripathy
    9 Mar 2014 | 10:24 am
    Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler in that room, before the war there was laughter which turned my legs to jelly a paradise that we all miss row and then another row of broken... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • lion of things

    gautami tripathy
    2 Mar 2014 | 8:08 am
    I guess you are not my type I do not like easy preys how did I escape from that cage- now I am at the mercy of the moon my mane is matted right now I am not hungry but when my body needs fuel it will... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • in the dreamland, words are wasted

    gautami tripathy
    23 Feb 2014 | 7:56 am
    Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn bring me scrambled eggs and a big mug of hot chocolate I am so high on sleep now there won't be a single peep until you return you don't need a stick to... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • universal truth

    gautami tripathy
    16 Feb 2014 | 9:24 pm
    Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien you need to be brave enough to rent an apartment with steep staircases but with your low wages you can only support yourself like this you can have... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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  • Oulipost #16: CHIMERA

    16 Apr 2014 | 7:49 am
    prompt: The chimera of Homeric legend – lion’s head, goat’s body, treacherous serpent’s tail – has a less forbidding Oulipian counterpart. It is engendered as follows. Having chosen a newspaper article or other text for treatment, remove its nouns, verbs and adjectives. Replace the nouns with those taken in order from a different work, the verbs with those from a second work, the adjectives with
  • Oulipost #15: Prisoner's Constraint

    15 Apr 2014 | 6:34 am
    Prompt: Imagine a prisoner whose supply of paper is restricted. To put it to fullest use, he will maximize his space by avoiding any letter extending above or below the line (b, d,f,g,h,j,k,l,p,q,t and y) and use only a,c,e,m,n,o,r,s,u,v,w,x and z. Compose a poem using only words that can be made from these letters AND which you source from your newspaper text. sources: http://
  • Oulipost #14: COLUMN INCHES

    14 Apr 2014 | 6:20 pm
    prompt: Refer to the advertising section or the classifieds in your source newspaper. Create a poem by replacing all of the nouns in your chosen ad segment or classified listing with nouns from one article in the same newspaper. You may use multiple ads/classifieds, presented in the order of your choosing. Source: The Cape Cod Times, Sunday edition (because I didn't buy a paper today, oh no!)
  • Oulipost #13: EPITHALAMIUM

    14 Apr 2014 | 4:51 am
    Prompt: An Oulipian epithalamium, or marriage song, is one composed exclusively with the letters of the names of bride and groom (bride and bride, groom and groom, etc). Visit the engagement or wedding announcements section of your newspaper and select a couple. Write a poem using only words that can be made with the letters in their name. You may choose to use first names only if you prefer
  • Oulipost #12: SONNET

    13 Apr 2014 | 5:07 pm
    Prompt: Write a sonnet sourced from lines found in newspaper articles. You may choose your own sonnet type ( Examples here) and should feel free to be creative with the rules. One known Oulipo variation is “sonnets of variable length,” in which one must compose a sonnet in which the lines are either as short as possible or as long as possible. Sources:  http://www.capecodtoday.com/article/
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  • Poem-A-Day #14: If I Were

    blogdiva@gmail.com (Sharon Brogan)
    15 Apr 2014 | 11:30 am
    If I Were Dead, the earth closes behind me with a snap! Few notice my absence. This house empties out, paintings and china scattered among friends and strangers. The cloud slowly swallows my poems and pictures as domains die and bills go unpaid. The house opens to new tenants, garden paved over for a table; a child, perhaps, in the upstairs bedroom. Quite quickly, those who knew my name follow to where I am not.
  • Poem-A-Day #13: Animal

    blogdiva@gmail.com (Sharon Brogan)
    15 Apr 2014 | 7:42 am
    Animal On the afternoon of the morning my neighbor showed off his new slingshot I find a dead squirrel stiffening in the grass. Is she someone I know? Did she grow up with her siblings at my backyard feeder? The nick on her ear seems familiar, but then my neighbor and I, we are human and she was just another animal.
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    My custom dress shirts blog

  • You may not know, but detail matters!

    15 Apr 2014 | 1:22 am
    Guys love to think crude and careless of themselves as manliness, but the truth is woman does not appreciate those men because women need to sacrifice too much to live with men pay no attention to details at all. Contrarily, a man who pays attention to details must know how to take care of everything and everyone in his life. Thus, it is more likely for those kinds of men to win woman’s heart eventually. Let give an example here: Have you ever wear more than 2 types of tie knots or actually practice different ways to tie a tie in you life? Office or daily life? If not, then you…
  • Something that you may overlook about gentleman

    10 Apr 2014 | 8:38 pm
    One of the fundamental requirements of Gentleman is ”Bring no pain and trouble to others”, he’s a man with deep knowledge but low profile, he wore appropriately with the respect of others that he avoid conflict and discomfort, mild and made everyone feel at ease … … Gentleman style’s biggest feature is decent, conservative, modest, polite, quiet and respect the Lady, to make an impression with their cultured manners. These requirements in public schools is particularly stressed, and subtle influence to society. The famous 19th century gentleman, Lord…
  • Tailored shirts are super hot online right now

    4 Nov 2013 | 3:29 am
    Tailored shirts are probably one of the hottest items for men online at the moment. The old world tradition of buying tailor made shirts at a tailor have been brought online and now tailored shirts can be ordered by taking a few easy shirt flu measurements. You can even design your own shirts now in true detail. Anything can be customized with different fabrics, collars, cuffs, buttons, and buttonholes. There is quite a few of great options that can bring out your own true style. Be sure to do it right. Go custom with tailored shirts online. It’s easy to stand out with your own design.
  • Custom dress shirts online are a breeze to order

    18 Oct 2013 | 12:14 am
    Another thing that was nice about the custom dress shirts from were that it is possible to make a semi- Tailored shirt by indicating its body shape based on some pictures as well as age, height and size . It will not be quite as precise as when measuring for, but it makes it easier to get started with getting commissioned the first shirt. However, I got my wife to measure measuring me and it was easy and painless . Something I have not availed myself of , but that sounds exceptionally ‘s ShirtsMyWay ‘s customer service. The unlikely event you are not satisfied with the fit (note…
  • Awesome custom dress shirts: Watch this

    17 Oct 2013 | 12:12 am
    Custom dress shirts come in all sorts and shapes. I highly recommend watching this video. It’ll take you through the few steps you need to take to get a shirt you’ll love. Forget poorly fitting shirts go custom.   The post Awesome custom dress shirts: Watch this appeared first on My custom dress shirts blog.
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  • Vow by Kristina Marie Darling

    1 Apr 2014 | 3:15 am
    Kristina Marie Darling’s collection, Vow, published by BlazeVox press, explores the fictional tale of a bride and groom whose world is being consumed by fire. Using the effects of white space as she often does, Darling allows our imaginations to dictate the couple’s interactions in our minds. Darling creates enigmatic imagery of keys and locks, the feeling of helpless acceptance of being consumed by fire, being burned perhaps by each other. The word vow is taken to the extreme and played out amongst the flames and I am happy to share some of her work with you:Our house burns with light.
  • Ally Malinenko's The Wanting Bone

    4 Mar 2014 | 3:13 am
    Ally Malinenko’s work has appeard in HeART, Mad Poet’s Review, and more, she also has published a children’s book titled Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb. Her collection, The Wanting Bone, is published by Six Gallery Press and is a collection of poems that get at the raw and tender meat of living and dying, from a father going through chemo to witnessing missing fingers, from finding a voice in tragedy to losing that voice in tragedy, it is all here. I have marked too many pages to share, I am happy to share a sample of Malinenko’s incredible work below:In His ImageI’m holding out…
  • Petals and Blood, Stories, Dharma & Poems of Ecstasy, Awakening & Annihilation by Gavin Harrison

    25 Feb 2014 | 2:37 pm
    Gavin Harrison’s collection Petals and Blood is published by Pau Press and contains beautiful photographs that accompany and make up the background of stories and poems about spiritual enlightenment and growth through the writer’s pain of abuse, the discovery of being diagnosed with HIV AIDS, and the joy of living. Gavin Harrison is also the recipient of the Unsung Heroes of Compassion Award presented by the Dalai Lama for “kindness and quiet dedication to others.” I will say that you must find some quiet space in yourself in order to fully absorb his words, he is inspired by Rumi and…
  • Read a Good Book Friday: regina’s closet finding my grandmother’s secret journal by Diana M. Raab

    7 Feb 2014 | 3:13 am
    Diana M. Raab is a writer who teaches at University of California, her novel regina’s closet finding my grandmother’s secret journal hit a cord with me and I asked her if I could read it in addition to the poetry collection she has recently published (and which will appear at a later date on Poet Hound). I’ve always been fascinated by journals and my own grandmother writes off and on in hers and I write off and on in mine. Diana M. Raab’s grandmother committed suicide while Diana was young and the discovery of the journal provided vital clues to her grandmother’s life journey that…
  • Tzynya L. Pinchback's How to Make Pink Confetti

    7 Jan 2014 | 3:12 am
    Tzynya Pinchback’s chapbook collection, How to Make Pink Confetti, published by Dancing Girl Press in 2012, is a visceral and glistening collection of poems that are sensual and hard-hitting for our senses. Tzynya Pinchback happened to explain how to pronounce her name on Facebook the other day and her first name is pronounced “Tuh-zin-yuh.” Below I am happy to share a few samples:The Stick Figure’s LullabyHere, in the Thursday HouseI know my worth:A dime bag is a fair trade for a little girl.Broken smiles are a kind of pretty, Mister Curtis says.I know my worth:A daughter is her…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • What Really Happened at Lehman Brothers [by David Lehman]

    The Best American Poetry
    16 Apr 2014 | 6:05 am
    Fortunately for the family, my uncles and brothers had liquidated most of their holdings in the firm by the time of its collapse in September 2008. Nevertheless, whether out of nostalgia or pure forgetfulness, or perhaps just in order to keep getting annual reports and the like, a few of us kept some odd lots and attended shareholder meetings once in a while. And I maintained friendships with old friends, including the source of some scuttlebutt that I am now legally entitled to share. One villain in the tale is the little known Phillip Rubella, who headed the firm's missing...
  • Archie Rand at Rhombus Space

    The Best American Poetry
    16 Apr 2014 | 6:00 am
    Archie Rand, “July” from “The Months” series by Archie Rand 2011. Acrylic, enamel, chalk, charcoal, appliqué on fabric, 26 x 70” Rhombus Space is pleased to present Thought Bubbles, an exhibition featuring Archie Rand’s complete series “The Months.” Curated by Katerina Lanfranco. 183 Lorraine Street 3rd floor, #33 Red Hook, Brooklyn, N.Y. 11231 Exhibition Dates: March 28 – April 27, 2014. Rhombus Spaceis pleased to present Thought Bubbles, an exhibition featuring Archie Rand’s complete series “The Months.” Curated by Katerina Lanfranco. 183 Lorraine Street 3rd floor,…
  • Because I Said So: Review of Alan Ziegler at The New School Poetry Forum with David Lehman (By Nora Brooks)

    Nora Brooks
    15 Apr 2014 | 5:28 pm
    Since 1978, when Mark Strand was denied a Pulitzer Prize in poetry for his book The Monument on the grounds that the poems were not in verse, prose poetry has fought a battle—which it has largely won—for legitimacy in the eyes and heart of the reading public. It has won in no small part because prose poetry blurs the boundaries between genres. On April 8 at The New School poetry forum, Alan Zeigler read to us from his new anthology, Short: An International Anthology of five Centuries of Short-Short Stories, Prose Poems, Brief Essays, and Other Short Prose Forms, the...
  • Day Two of Five days of Sestinas by Florence Cassen Mayers: "Regrets"

    The Best American Poetry
    15 Apr 2014 | 10:52 am
    Regrets OMG What’ve I done? Agreed to write 5 sestinas on the Incredible Sestina Anthology?Time’s almost up. I really fucked up big, OMG, this time. Have I ever done anything so incredibly stupid? Write five? What’ll I write? Am I up to this incredible task? OMG Will they be done on time? How find time to write? But it’s a done deal. I’m in up to my ears, OMG. What incredible honor, what incredible luck to be chosen this time OMG, Daniel Nester, to write up what you’ve done. Dan, you’ve done it! What an incredible anthology. Stand up, take...
  • Burning Down the Forest, Like Thoreau, and Poets Eating Poets [by Nick Courtright]

    Nick Courtright
    15 Apr 2014 | 8:56 am
    For decades, The Forest Service had a program of trying to put out every fire immediately, which was a disastrous error. This is because fires are natural, and they keep highly flammable undergrowth from becoming overgrown. Of course, during this time we also logged all the larger trees, the ones more resistant to fire. These two factors led to the humongous, unstoppable wildfires we have today, because all the trees that could slow them have been cut down, and all the brush that they feed off was allowed to grow. I love how everything in the world is a metaphor....
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • I Want to Go All the Way

    Joyelle McSweeney
    16 Apr 2014 | 8:30 am
    Back then, I was still such a bad poet/and I didn’t know how to go all the way —Blaise Cendrars, “The Prose of the Trans-siberian,” trans. Ron Padgett, rewritten by me. Kazuo Ohno went all the way. 1. A DOMESTIC ANECDOTE: When we’re feeling a little down here at Action Books headquarters, when kicking against the pricks has left one or the other of us a little bled-out and anemic, and our crepe-de-chine dancing shoes soiled, the dejected one will turn to the other and say, “Are we going to go all the way, Blaise?”. And the other will say, “Yes Jeanne we’re going to go all…
  • Flibbertigibbet in a White Room / Competencies

    Simone White
    16 Apr 2014 | 6:00 am
    Fibbergibbet and Mumbo Jumbo: Kara E. Walker in Two Acts, 2004. I remember things I never forgot. To spend an afternoon returning to the site of some wrong committed only in my imagination against an unnamed person, a vaporous friend, is a bore and no kind of penance. What have I neglected?—has it to do with money? Probably, I’ve insulted someone. Even the cat, thrashing in my arms, cannot abide being touched improperly in terms of the calculus of will and affection. Probably, it is impossible to avoid insult in the atmosphere of feint, desperation and cluelessness that pervades this…
  • Santa Cruz Journal 2

    David Lau
    15 Apr 2014 | 1:00 pm
    Strike Days Big tree, small axe. When the immigrant rights movement is the only active political struggle in the rest of the country, at least you can count on students at UC Santa Cruz for an anti-austerity strike, which began with a police showdown. The earliest moment of the UAW Teaching Assistant strike on April 2nd brought 20 arrests. Donning riot helmets and gear, with nightsticks, stun grenades, and zip cuffs at the ready, the assembled fuzz impeded UAW 2865 leader Josh Brahinsky, a graduate student in History of Consciousness, from entering the crosswalk with his picket just after six…
  • Slaughterhouse Workshop, Part 2

    Thomas Sayers Ellis
    15 Apr 2014 | 12:08 pm
    The End of the Mona Lisa, TSE 2013 Text and photographs by Thomas Sayers Ellis. Commentary and poems by Jennifer Fitzgerald. Part 1 can be found here.   That first day of shooting I was impressed by everything I saw, especially the hanging hooks and other machinery, such as trucks and forklifts and tools—the numerous silver things from another century that I couldn’t name. If I let my imagination crawl, the whole environment was one big controlled, atmosphere of torture.   Holster filled with sharpened blades. Meat hangs, menacing on hooks—   stacked like pine trees,…
  • Is It Work?

    Patricia Lockwood
    15 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    A neighbor famously called Robert Frost the laziest man in the world, not just because he sat on the porch all day staring at nature like it was television, but also because he was constantly falling asleep in snowdrifts in the woods and letting hired men die poetically on his hearth instead of calling an ambulance to come pick them up. “He was really, really lazy,” the neighbor then reiterated. “I’m the one who put up that wall, and I did it because I hated him. Sometimes he just stood motionless for hours in the yard, repeating the words ‘New England’…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • The Sluice

    14 Apr 2014 | 5:43 pm
    They call The spittle that gathers At the corners of his mouth The sluice of true brilliance; It shimmers Under stage lights And it glitters Like bravery’s charm, It glimmers all silver Like fresh ice on car windows And it twinkles in the mirrors Of the busy city bars Absorbing night. Feverish with words, Surfing strange ancient atoms And watching patterns emerge He is a winter sharp babel, Every voice crystal clear, The playwright now chosen To relay all our fears Through the golden humming zeligs Devoid of any peers.
  • On The Rise

    1 Apr 2014 | 3:51 pm
    You are golden Like the mysteries Of a lost, lonely jungle, A photographed crowd At a Victorian ball, A heatwave in spring, The laughter of wild animals, A winding ancient path That leads to a fortified town - The clown we once knew Is the new king we crown.
  • Outline

    27 Mar 2014 | 6:16 pm
    We are an outline A truth that forgets nothing A sunset on pause
  • Celebrity

    19 Mar 2014 | 5:38 pm
    The turtle on the sand Has seen it all before And still he’s none the wiser; Apathetic waves Dappled by Those hum drum sun beams, Wafting sullen palm trees, All salty, sour and clueless, The never changing rock pools And the never ending skies. He’s never been surprised And he’s been there Quite awhile, Even cameramen don’t faze him But don’t expect a smile.
  • The Final Whistle

    10 Mar 2014 | 6:06 pm
    The impudent Stagger sleeplessly As crowds scatter slowly Like shipwrecks forever floating. It’s like they’re expecting The motion of the sea To fly away like birds Towards the sound of fresh thunder. In the darkest corners Of the dizziest eyes In this city of any direction, This seething night of roasting meats, Of summer anguish and arid landscapes, Sinks into the pith Of its old dying factories, The mulch of wasted trying, An industry retired. Now there’s nothing but Dense flocks of moping Where proud cries once echoed, Desperate incarnations All shadowy like sundials, Lost…
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    Robert Peake

  • Two Views of “Despot’s Progress” (Film-Poems)

    Robert Peake
    7 Apr 2014 | 7:12 am
    Since releasing a number of audio recordings on The Poetry Storehouse, the film-poem community has been remixing my work. Particularly interesting is to see how different filmmakers reinterpret the same poem. In some ways, this feels like the next best thing to being inside different readers’ heads, experiencing their own internal imagery even as they experience the words of my poem. There are many different considerations in the essentially ekphrastic form of the film-poem, not the least of which is how closely to follow what happens in the poem with a literal depiction on screen.
  • Poetry, Remixed (Including Mine)

    Robert Peake
    24 Mar 2014 | 3:05 pm
    The Poetry Storehouse is doing for poetry what “open source” has done for software by gathering text and audio recordings under a Creative Commons license. I wrote a bit about what this means, and why it matters, on The Huffington Post. Because I love this idea, and love collaboration in general, I released a number of my own poems and audio recordings to The Poetry Storehouse earlier this week. Within a short time, the curator Nic Sebastian had re-mixed this mesmerising film-poem based on my poem “Postcards From The War Hospital” (first published in Boston Poetry…
  • Poem in Fjords Review

    Robert Peake
    24 Mar 2014 | 5:42 am
    I received my contributor’s copy of Fjords Review vol. 2, issue 3 today. It is a lovely perfect-bound volume offering such delicacies as Sarah Palin erasure poems and an arresting series of photographs like the one on the cover. My poem “Color Study” should feel right at home. I was pleased to send work to editor John Gosslee after his thoughtful and perceptive review of The Silence Teacher. He has since also become an excellent host in our Transatlantic Poetry on Air broadcast series, having introduced and interviewed Randi Ward and Jo Bell just last night. It’s a…
  • Poem Online at Amaryillis

    Robert Peake
    10 Mar 2014 | 2:39 am
    I have a new poem in the weekly online zine Amaryllis. I met one of the editors, Hilda Sheehan, at our reading at the Troubadour last year, and discovered a certain overlap between my more quirky poems and her more tame ones. You can decide for yourself which this is. I am also delighted to be taking part in the Swindon Festival of Poetry in October, which she heroically organises. “Couples Therapy” online at Amaryllis. Listen to "Couples Therapy" read aloud.
  • Reading at the Royal Academy

    Robert Peake
    8 Mar 2014 | 5:37 am
    Last night I participated in a truly unique poetry reading sponsored by Ekphrasis. A dozen of us poets dispersed ourselves amongst installations in the Sensing Spaces architectural exhibit at the Royal Academy. As patrons wandered through the exhibits, we read poems to them, which we had written in response to these very spaces. It was challenging. Bursting into poetry as the spirit moved me felt a bit like trying to be a one-man flashmob. Having never done any busking, I was unaccustomed to people wandering into or out of a room while I was reading a poem. Based on their responses, I think…
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  • On sabbatical

    peony moon
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  • Amy Key’s Luxe

    peony moon
    13 Feb 2014 | 9:20 pm
    © Image by Travis Elborough     Amy Key was born in Dover and grew up in Kent and the North East. She now lives and works in London. She co-edits the online journal Poems in Which. Her pamphlet Instead of Stars was published by Tall Lighthouse in 2009, and her first collection, Luxe, was recently published by Salt. Amy is currently editing a new anthology of poems on female friendship Best Friends Forever, due from the Emma Press in November.             “Luxe (Salt Publishing, 2013) is a magnificent spree in a bric-a-brac shop. A haul of pre-loved and glittering objets –…
  • International Resources for Rape Support

    peony moon
    10 Nov 2013 | 2:57 am
    * With love and gratitude to Sascha Aurora Akhtar for compiling this list of resources. *     Please feel free to add the contact details of any relevant hotlines, shelters, refuges, crisis centres and support groups in the comments section above.   International Domestic Violence and Abuse Agencies List International inventory of hotlines, shelters, refuges, crisis centers and women’s organizations, searchable by country, plus index of domestic violence resources in over 70 languages   International Centres     Australia   South Eastern Centre Against Sexual Assault (SECASA),…
  • Protest Against Rape: Sunday * May be triggering *

    peony moon
    10 Nov 2013 | 12:43 am
    Before the reader embarks on reading these poems, the editors stress that some content may be found disturbing, troubling or even distressing. Sexual violence is an emotive subject, and some writing about rape is as exploitative as the crime itself. Such writing in the context of politics, the media or literature can constitute a “double violation” for the rape survivor who lives the experience for a second time: the experience of “triggering”. Encounters with sexual violence as a subject for literature demand caution, care and respect, but an interrogation of “rape myths” is…
  • Protest Against Rape: Saturday * May be triggering *

    peony moon
    9 Nov 2013 | 2:45 am
    Before the reader embarks on reading these poems, the editors stress that some content may be found disturbing, troubling or even distressing. Sexual violence is an emotive subject, and some writing about rape is as exploitative as the crime itself. Such writing in the context of politics, the media or literature can constitute a “double violation” for the rape survivor who lives the experience for a second time: the experience of “triggering”. Encounters with sexual violence as a subject for literature demand caution, care and respect, but an interrogation of “rape myths” is…
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • White Supremacist Targets Jewish Community Facilities, Kills Three Christians

    Michael Ransom
    15 Apr 2014 | 7:40 pm
    Michael Ransom, Senior Correspondent Last Modified: 22:40 p.m. DST, 15 April 2014 OVERLAND PARK, Kansas — So often, hatred is crippling. On Sunday, hatred was blinding in Kansas City. On a mission to incite terror and assail Jewish community buildings, Frazier Glenn Cross killed anyone and everyone in his reach.  Cross, who also went by […]
  • Malala Yousafzai Continues Activism Two Years After Assassination Attempt

    Sarah Jakubowski
    15 Apr 2014 | 10:15 am
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 13:30  p.m. DST, 15 April 2014 INTERNATIONAL – On October of 2012, 14-year-old Pakistani schoolgirl Malala Yousafzai was shot for speaking up about women’s rights to education. As an inside correspondent with BBC, subject of two documentaries and frequent guest in newsrooms, Yousafazai was becoming the poster child […]
  • Senate Sidesteps Wage Equality Issue

    Michael Ransom
    15 Apr 2014 | 10:02 am
    Michael Ransom, Senior Correspondent Last Modified: 13:02 p.m. DST, 15 April 2014 WASHINGTON, DC–The votes have been cast. The message is clear. Collectively, the United States does not yet prioritize wage equality between men and women. On Wednesday, Senate members voted against the Paycheck Fairness Act, a bill proposing more safeguards against pay discrimination. Currently, […]
  • Sporting News: Saudi Women May Soon See Athletic Opportunities

    Michael Ransom
    10 Apr 2014 | 6:36 pm
    Michael Ransom, Senior Correspondent Last Modified: 21:36 p.m. DST, 10 April 2014 RIYADH, Saudi Arabia – Progress towards greater gender equality continues in Saudi Arabia. Last year, King Abdullah allowed the addition of physical education programs in private schools. 2012 saw the first Saudi female athletes competing in Olympic games. And now, the Shura Council […]
  • Social Media Bans Persist in Turkey

    Allyson Cartwright
    10 Apr 2014 | 12:33 pm
    Allyson Cartwright, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 15:33 p.m. DST, 10 April 2014 TURKEY, Ankara – First Twitter and now YouTube, social media platforms in Turkey are continually being banned by the Turkish Telecommunications Authority. This latest YouTube ban comes after a video posted on March 27 on the site that is supposedly of an audio […]
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

  • Magma 58 launches in London and Edinburgh

    Laurie Smith
    14 Apr 2014 | 4:31 am
    Magma has launched for the first time in two venues. After many years at the Troubadour in Earls Court, London, through the sterling support of Anne-Marie Fyfe, we are now holding launches in London and another part of the country convenient for more poets in the issue.  Our new London venue is the London Review Bookshop and, as over a quarter of the poets in Magma 58 live in Scotland and the very North of England, we launched in Edinburgh too. The LRB was packed out with poets, their friends and Magma readers. Nineteen contributors read two or three of their poems in Magma’s tradition of…
  • Blog Review 32: Steven Waling Reviews ‘The Last Wolf of Scotland’ by MacGillivray

    Steven Waling
    7 Apr 2014 | 4:47 am
    There are not many books of poetry that can be classified as genuinely original and large in scope; even among the disputed ground of ‘innovative writing’ there is little that is truly groundbreaking. Reading The Last Wolf of Scotland, however, I feel that I may have found just that sort of book. First of all, though, nothing is completely original. This sequence of poems, centring around the story of Robert MacGee’s scalping but ranging over both the American and Scottish landscape, and spanning both 19th century and contemporary time-zones, bears some comparison with Edwin Morgan’s…
  • Blog Review 31: Helen Mort Reviews ‘Room of Thieves’ by Angela Cleland

    Helen Mort
    18 Mar 2014 | 9:19 am
    Angela Cleland’s second collection shows up that ever-present, subtle gap between the way a book is marketed and the different pleasure it yields. The publisher’s blurb for Room of Thieves flags up the poetry’s quirkiness: ‘a six toed cat skeleton, a lesson in boxing technique and a poem in the shape of a phallus’. But the poems that draw most attention to themselves in this book are the poems least worthy of attention. ‘Jab’, the instructive opening of Cleland’s boxing sequence, is a piece where the scaffolding intrudes on the execution. As for…
  • Call for Contributions – Magma 60 on the theme of ‘Freedom’.

    Rob Mackenzie
    3 Mar 2014 | 10:12 am
    We are delighted to be editing Magma 60, for which the theme is ‘freedom’. It is very much a theme for our times. Many of the freedoms we enjoy today have not been easily won and we might feel some are under serious threat. We want poems that touch in some way on personal or political freedom or how those interact. We’d also like to see poems that walk the tightrope between freedom and form. One person’s freedom can be another person’s constraint. My freedom to make a racket ends your freedom to enjoy peace and quiet. A Government’s freedom to make laws or impose surveillance on…
  • Magma 58 launches in London and Edinburgh

    Laurie Smith
    27 Feb 2014 | 8:15 am
    For the first time the new issue of Magma will have two launches. The first is on Friday 7th March at the London Review Bookshop, 14 Bury Place, London WC1A 2JL (very near the British Museum) beginning at 7pm. Our main guest poet is Simon Armitage who will read from his ongoing translation of Pearl which he talks about in Magma 58, as well as other poems, and he will sign copies of his books. And as usual at Magma launches, many of the poets in Magma 58 will read two of their poems. Admission is free for everyone. Drinks will be available with donations requested for wine. Please book your…
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    Mark McGuinness - poetry

  • Lark in the Morning: The Verses of the Troubadours

    Mark McGuinness
    31 Mar 2014 | 9:23 am
    We all know vaguely who the troubadours were: those minstrels with (in Ezra Pound’s words) “trunk-hose and the light guitar” who wandered through the middle-ages, serenading ladies outside their windows and dodging jealous glances (and arrows) from the lord of the castle. They mastered the game of courtly love, or fin amor, and inspired generations of Romantically-minded poets, from Dante, Petrarch and Chaucer onwards. The bohemian aura of the troubadour persists to this day: the Troubadour Cafe is a legendary performance venue in West London, its tiny stage having been…
  • Machi Tawara, Mount Fuji Tanka Calendar

    Mark McGuinness
    10 Jan 2014 | 3:35 am
    Last summer I had the pleasure of meeting Machi Tawara when she visited the UK to read at the Ledbury Festival. She kindly gave us a copy of her latest book Mount Fuji Tanka Calendar – a collection of tanka for children and adults, with illustrations of Mount Fuji by U.G. Sato. From the publisher’s website: Twenty-four solar terms originally from Ancient China are still used in daily life Japan to signify the subtle changes of seasons. Mount Fuji, the spiritual home of the Japanese, is the motif of this story. See how its appearance changes along with the time of year! One tanka…
  • Charmless and Interesting: Robert Archambeau on Conceptual Poetry

    Mark McGuinness
    3 Aug 2013 | 5:33 am
    There’s a thought-provoking article article on the Poetry Foundation’s Harriet blog, by Robert Archambeau: What Conceptual Poetry Lacks And What It’s Got. In case you, like me, were wondering what he means by conceptual poetry, it turns out to be very similar to the more familiar (ahem) concept of conceptual art, i.e. work in which the idea is the most important part, and the execution (and attendant skills such as craft and technique) is of relatively minor interest. When it comes to art this means that, to put it bluntly, it doesn’t really matter whether you can…
  • ‘The Whitsun Weddings’: In the Midst of Life We Are in Death

    Mark McGuinness
    17 Jul 2013 | 2:42 am
    ‘The Whitsun Weddings’ is usually regarded as one of Philip Larkin’s brighter poems: a beautiful evocation of romantic love, with newlyweds riding the train to London against a backdrop of town and country scenes. The visual detail is gorgeous, like a succession of paintings by Constable, Lowry and Beryl Cook. In the context of Larkin’s oeuvre, it feels like a relief from the ghastliness of death and the mordant posturings of the self-conscious bachelor. All of which is undoubtedly true, and I have no intention of spoiling the sunny picture. But as Larkin writes,…
  • Machi Tawara at Ledbury Festival

    Mark McGuinness
    12 Jul 2013 | 7:01 am
    When I edited Magma 34 I was thrilled to publish the first translations in the UK of tanka by Machi Tawara. Tawara is a superstar in her native Japan – her first book, Salad Anniversary, sold over 2.5 million copies and she’s a familiar face to TV audiences as well as poetry readers. This Sunday (2.30pm 14 July) she is reading at the Ledbury Poetry Festival, so if you’re lucky enough to be going, put her reading on your festival schedule. Whether or not you’re going to Ledbury, check out some superb translations of Tawara’s tanka by Quentin S. Crisp, on the Magma…
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    Poet Mom

  • What Makes Pharrell Happy?

    15 Apr 2014 | 3:48 pm
    It's hard to find a genuine moment these days on television (or maybe I'm just cynical). But this one really meant something to me. Watch this clip of Oprah and Pharrell talking about the worldwide appeal of his song "Happy."How many of us have put our art into the world and been truly surprised at the effect it's had on someone else?
  • Confession Tuesday

    15 Apr 2014 | 7:26 am
    It's Confession Tuesday. You know the drill.click to enlargeThis day crept up on me, maybe because last year the Boston Marathon corresponded with spring break for my kids. But here we are, at the one-year mark of the marathon bombings. That whole week in 2013 was weird, for lack of a better word. And then Friday and Saturday turned into a manhunt and self-imposed lockdown for many of us just outside of Boston. It was just a strange and uncomfortable week.All of my problems seem inconsequential today. This is a day for remembrance and healing. That's all I got--this post and Nick Flynn's…
  • 2014 Pulitzer Prize: Poetry

    14 Apr 2014 | 1:34 pm
    PoetryFor a distinguished volume of original verse by an American author, Ten thousand dollars ($10,000).Awarded to “3 Sections,” by Vijay Seshadri (Graywolf Press), a compelling collection of poems that examine human consciousness, from birth to dementia, in a voice that is by turns witty and grave, compassionate and remorseless.Also nominated as finalists in this category were: “The Sleep of Reason,” by Morri Creech (The Waywiser Press), a book of masterly poems that capture the inner experience of a man in mid-life who is troubled by mortality and the passage of time, traditional…
  • Staying in the Flow

    10 Apr 2014 | 7:34 am
    Spring is always a tough time for me to stay connected to my writing when work overshadows everything. And knowing that this happens to me every spring doesn’t make it any easier. So I have learned to recognize when I am falling into a void and pull myself out of it. That’s what I’m doing now, and that’s why working through a poem-a-day challenge matters. It’s my way of staying out of the void. Or for a more positive spin, daily writing allows me to stay in the flow. What does a routine mean to me?A routine makes the writing easier. Many writers I know don’t have a process, but as…
  • Rattle 43

    9 Apr 2014 | 11:19 am
    My poem "Sunday" is up at Rattle. Not sure how long it will be there, so check it out!
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    Daily Poem With Gods Help

  • Family Days

    15 Apr 2014 | 7:22 pm
    Family days…————————Family daysFamily and friends here for days, So much fun in so many ways, They came and went in such a haze, Tonight at my eyelids I’m going to gaze——————–May The Lord keep you safe & bless you in all that you do…Original article: Family Days©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Test Faith

    14 Apr 2014 | 3:40 pm
    Test faith…——————-Test faithIt’s usually no fun, When you choose to test, The faith you should ultimately trust, Because when it’s done, Even if you jest, Relationships can come undone———————–Original article: Test Faith©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Champion Existence

    13 Apr 2014 | 5:23 pm
    Champion existence…————————————-Champion existenceWho’s decide, If God’s existence has flaws, I was never named, To champion that cause————————–copyright 2010 KenneyYoung.comOriginal article: Champion Existence©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Petrify Amnesia

    12 Apr 2014 | 7:28 pm
    Petrify amnesia…——————————Petrify amnesiaOften when I get into self, My limbs begin to petrify, Amnesia running rampid and destroying my mental health, This type of behavior I can’t justify, Surrender to win, that’s what they say, Surrender to win, This is a new day———————Original article: Petrify Amnesia©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • 24 Hours Praise

    11 Apr 2014 | 6:15 pm
    24 hours praise…——————————-24 hours praiseThe 24 hours has begun, Their voices loud with praise, And with each passionate flap of the tongue, Their voices did they raise———————Original article: 24 Hours Praise©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
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  • Adarsh Tiwari Harf : Abhi Kuch Baat Baaki Hai

    14 Apr 2014 | 1:17 pm
    "अभी कुछ बात बाकी है ।" अभी कुछ बात बाकी है, कुछ मुलाकात बाकी है। जो तेरे संग बितानी है, अभी कुछ रात बाकी है।। मै तेरा हूँ,तू मेरी है, अभी कुछ कह नही सकता । मगर तुम बात ये मानो, कि तेरे बिन रह नही सकता ।। जो तुझको बताने हैं, कई जज्बात बाकी…
  • Dinesh Gupta Din : Teri Julf Ke Badal

    10 Apr 2014 | 1:14 pm
    तेरी जुल्फ के  बादल को  अब जरा  लहर जाने दे तेरे होठों की  शबनम को  अब जरा बिखर  जाने दे डूबना चाहता हूँ  मैं अब इन  झील सी आँखों  की गहराई में तू मुझे जिस्म से  रूह में उतर जाने दे दिनेश गुप्ता 'दिन' https://www.facebook.com/dineshguptadin
  • Chitra Kumar Gupta : Aapki Aamad Se Dil Mein Charag Jalne Lage

    7 Apr 2014 | 10:30 pm
    आपकी आमद से दिल  में चराग जलने लगे, मुरझाये चमन में भी  गुलाब खिलने लगे,  सालों के मानिंद गुजर  रही थी हर घड़ी ,  अब तो वक़्त के भी  पर निकलने लगे, Chitra Kumar Gupta Aapki Aamad Se Dil Mein Charag Jalne Lage तीरगी फैली हुयी थी  स्याह रात की, बनके सूरज तुम  फलक पर आने लगे,…
  • Deepak Pandey : Apne Hi Is Aham Me

    2 Apr 2014 | 1:02 pm
    अपने ही इस अहं मेँ  यूँ चूर हो गये । अपनोँ से अपने आप  ही हम दूर गये ॥ जिन दरख्तोँ के साये मेँ  बीता था ये बचपन । उन दरख्तोँ को काटने  को हम मजबूर गये ॥ जिन्दगी तुझे अपने अन्दाज  मैँ जीने चले थे हम । खुद जिन्दगी के  फैसले मन्जूर गये ॥…
  • Dr Vishnu Saxena Kavita : Samandar Dikhega Nahi

    28 Mar 2014 | 9:00 pm
    समन्दर दिखेगा नहीं ....................... तुम नदी कहकहों की तुम्हें आँख में आँसुओं का समन्दर दिखेगा नहीं। सब्र का बाँध यूँ तो है मज़बूत पर टूट जायेगा फिर कुछ बचेगा नहीं॥ Dr Vishnu Saxena तुम तो कादम्बिनी जैसी फूली फली और् शहरों के अधरों  की सरिता रहीं,…
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  • Sleepwriting

    21 Mar 2014 | 10:19 pm
    I had that dream again where I’m having that dream again I wonder if insects can dream, especially bugs that live a single day dolphins have to remember to breathe if I were a dolphin breathing would always be at the top of my To Do list right after: avoid tuna nets I got caught today though my horoscope told me I didn’t have to do anything today and good things would find me maybe I did too much Julius Caesar gave us July Augustus gave us August and The Marquis de Sade gave us January and February I just discovered the power of control-alt-delete wish I could apply it to all my…
  • Do The Math

    15 Mar 2014 | 3:12 pm
    Let it go can mean many things like let it be so to go becomes to be so go easy or go to town on me buy me sight unseen sell me slightly used only the tiniest bit beaten and abused but still in decent working order on ebay to the highest bidder so I know I’m going to one who wants to prove how the sum of one plus one equals a twosome.
  • How Do You Like Them Rotten Apples?

    10 Mar 2014 | 7:31 pm
    Measure me in kilos measure me in pounds measure me in bursts of hot air and black holes get my height weight and shoe size but you’ll never get inside into the infinite where we’re always expanding even when we think we’re shrinking and if the shape of man is in a question mark and we’re always hunched over in the dark like Newton on the bottom of the sea measuring to see exactly where he is while where he is is drowning at the bottom of the sea and if I just look up or out in front of me I’d better believe reality before any theory and surely coming up with The…
  • Willy Loman Will Never Die

    2 Mar 2014 | 10:02 pm
    The karma of drama didn’t hit the acting students til their teacher pointed out their lack of it questioning why A would ask B “where are you going?” when B’s just standing there going no where “You’ve got to give A a reason to ask where you’re going,” the teacher told B B laughed seeing his mistake next time he would move for the door before the line how easily we must move each other inspire us to come so many reasons to go then black out curtains til back on stage for the next show.
  • 3 Most Important Things In The World

    1 Mar 2014 | 3:06 pm
    The top news of the day Adorable girl plays with rescued pony on top of Kim Kardashian storms out of Vienna Ball third headline was Man wakes up in body bag at funeral home these are the three most important things in the world according to msn.com and so I watched videos and read these stories and now I am up to date with the news though don’t ask me anything political unless you want a run down on the ten best dressed world leaders don’t get me on the controversy of Michelle Obama coming in at number one I also clicked through thirty pictures of ‘ugly celebrities’…
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    My Thoughts, Verse, Music & Words

  • A Measure of Regret

    25 Mar 2014 | 3:59 am
    i have a lot of things that i regret in my life, like if i look at the life i am living now i regret not making things better for myself, for not looking after myself the way i should, for letting myself go, for abusing my body and soul and mind with dulness and sloth. but i guess when i look around me i am not the only one stuck in this cycle of self nihilistic behavior, there are others who indulge in the same routine as me and go through the same things i go through. the worst thing that really kills me is knowing that i can do so much, that i can do so many things if i apply myself, but…
  • What i've learned so far

    30 Oct 2013 | 7:21 am
    So it's been a long time since I came back here, I just came here for the nostalgia of it, I remember back when I started this Blog I never knew how far I'd go in the web world, i never had any idea how long it will take for me to achieve some sort of milestone i can be proud of or that if I would even Succeed in this line of work, since God know I had never planned in my life to become a web developer / graphics guy.A year on down the road and a few dozen delivered projects later I realized this is what I should have been doing all along.I've had a lot of people come up to me in this last…
  • Prelude - Key to Success

    28 Jul 2012 | 10:46 pm
    I was sitting and working on a project and the light went out, i was stuck without anything to do so i let my mind wander as usual.while i was thinking i realized that all throughout my life i have felt that i would do great things someday, and weirdly enough in the same moment i thought about how many other people alive at this moment on this great third rock from the sun felt the same as i do.the moment this realization struct me, i felt a kinship with all my fellow wanderers, the victims of marked destinies, i began to think of all the people who had achieved success in the past, those…
  • How to get web design clients

    25 Jul 2012 | 2:21 am
    i have been in the marketing line for the past 9 years of my life working exclusively in I.T. related products and services, and i have learned a thing or two about the psychology of the species of mammal known as the Clientus Most Supidus, and i am here to share my findings on my utopian method of procuring website projects from the said species.the web design frim that i work with has the complete mechanics, web designing is specialized with a wholly seperate design team, the PSD to HTML process is carried out by a seperate team altogether, and the Core Development Team provides Dynamic…
  • i have writer's block now !!! WOOT WOOT

    12 Jul 2012 | 7:06 am
    i have writer's block, it seems that the creative juices that used to flow in my head are not flowing anymore, and that passion that i used to have in the beauty and poetry of the written word fails to excite my heart an soul the way it used to.i feel as if i am constantly stuck in a cloud of sorrow, a cloud that veils my creativity, and shadows my inner light, making me unable to shine the way i wish to, the way i want to.i don't know how i am supposed to go on this way, with all this darkness in my soul hindering my growth and ability.there are so many things that i think about, that make…
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    The Other Way

  • Bright days in May

    Tsundere Girl
    30 Mar 2014 | 12:13 pm
    Bright days in MayThey make my heart breakThey raise the veilFrom my hidden stateIt‘s harder than it seems being the sameBeing that girl I was before MayI left your side and walked awaySometimes it feels like I‘m to blameBright days in Maywhen your time cameI could never decide if I was okayI know it‘s wrong, I‘m ashamed to sayI wish for things that contradictAnd the laws of reason are all too strictYou can‘t want that and then want thisBut I can‘t make use of just one trickBright days in MayYou were taken awayI fought half a battle to get you to stayBut who can I blame?And now…
  • The Third Voice is Blind.

    Tsundere Girl
    15 Feb 2014 | 2:00 pm
    You better hope she knows what she‘s doingBecause all she has is venomAnd she‘s part of your skinYou better hope it‘s not an actBecause you take her wordsAnd you build on thatBut you are not her wordsYou are more than her illusionYou can try to be your own eulogyBut it won‘t make senseYou‘re also part of her plansAnd if she‘s wrong, I hope you‘ll still pick upI hope you don’t think, that if you lose herYou lose yourselfShe’s only the third voiceA notch in your shield is always a choiceYou can sweep away all the meaningAnd be left with nothing but truthYou shouldn’t just…
  • No strings attached

    Tsundere Girl
    1 Feb 2014 | 9:59 am
    We live in a world of exasperation,awkwardness, invisibility, dominance,frustration, anxiety, stress, confusion,seclusion, desire, disconnectAnd last but not least distractionWhere there should be so many threadseach interacting, each connecting,we have instead a shared string here and there;Twin weights to fasten it between them,a private world to which othersare simply not invited.Yet others have cut their strings,so that they are impossible to tie down.But they do not float away like soap bubbles-they just stay there- lone weights,with nothing to hold down,no purpose.Sometimes someone will…
  • Heart of Hearts

    Tsundere Girl
    24 Jan 2014 | 7:19 am
    You were my heart of heartsThe blood of my blood that ran through my veinsmy leader and my teachermy happiness and painSeveral times  I looked to youTo see what I would beThe roots of my treeThe trunk to my branches and leavesYou were the windAnd I‘m just the rustleA faint echo Of your hustle and bustleYou were most preciousAnd my moving powerThe force that affected my beingA tower, a beacon of lightFor my eyesThe light grew too brightIt blinded my sightAnd now I will never see it againMy very beginning has met its own end.
  • Naked

    Tsundere Girl
    13 Jan 2014 | 8:44 pm
    I'm standing here frozen as I watch you strip down,Every cell of your skin displayed until it feels like I‘ll drown.You say you want to see me exposed and bare;You say you want to see me for who I am…But I don‘t care: Once you have seen the scars and cracks,It‘s too hard to turn back.That picture of perfection that you idolized is left.The love in which she bathed,Will slowly fall away,And leave nothing but the truth,And the truth is hard to take.I ask myself continually if you even know,What you‘re asking of me when you beg me not to go?I can’t stay just a little and let…
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    Dark Matter

  • Salute

    Tony Brown
    15 Apr 2014 | 3:21 pm
    I salute the encircling arms of whatever’s holding me today for keeping me from falling though I’ve tipped and teetered from sunrise till now on the edge of dusk  and was not at all sure that a fall wasn’t the best thing for me I honor whatever it was that knew better and held faster to me than I would have had I been in sole charge Tomorrow may be different Tomorrow I may let myself go and fall but tomorrow will come thanks to whatever held me today
  • Windy

    Tony Brown
    14 Apr 2014 | 12:46 pm
    The high wind has never died down since that early spring day. Drop something light now and it’s gone. Drop something heavy and the sound of it landing might not be heard.  We all  hold tight to our things, discard less, build our possessions with points for fasteners to hold them close. Hats? Chin straps or nothing. Skirts? Umbrellas? Things of the past.  We’ve all gotten good at handling kites, the Age Of Sail has been reborn, and fossil fuels are laughed at as a relic of a stiller time.  That said, we may never mention it but everyone dreams now and then of living…
  • In Your Blind Spot

    Tony Brown
    14 Apr 2014 | 9:27 am
    War me, rape me, kill me, dick me around,  drop me from a list, dress up and stomp a dance against me; ignore me until I don’t speak, I won’t care, I don’t care about speaking to you –  why would I want to?   In your Garden,  I’m still the Tree growing in your blind spot, the Tree Of Knowledge About You That You Don’t Have, and that right there is a Way of surviving.
  • Let The Mystery Be

    Tony Brown
    14 Apr 2014 | 4:48 am
    After decades of considering how behavior shifts in light of circumstance – of considering how concrete fact trumps principle and opinion – of considering how little holds up as universal and becomes parochial and local and particular – how delicious it feels at last to reach a point where only today do I realize that yesterday I did not judge or assume anything about a couple and a child moving slowly in single file toward the swings in the park, heads down, singing in a tongue I don’t recognize; and then when I was humbled into recognizing my own self-congratulatory…
  • Sunshine Day

    Tony Brown
    13 Apr 2014 | 3:53 am
    Feeling that you are going to collapse and not rise again for any one or any reason is not as bad as actually collapsing, it’s worse.  Once you’re down all expectations are eased; till then you are at the mercy of  the gravity you keep denying as you struggle against it, and how alluring the sweet fall into utter disrepair  or complete ruin becomes. Shine, then, meteor, if you become resigned to the fall: shine, like a son of heaven, all the way down.
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    Root Times

  • You're Not Good Enough (Blog)

    Violines Y magia
    2 Apr 2014 | 2:23 pm
    "You're Not Good Enough"Everyone at some point in their lives, feels like they're not good enough. And that is because we tend to measure ourselves with society's rules. If you do this, you will never feel like you're good enough, that's because society expects perfection. You are never going to be perfect. But you can be what YOU want to be.The big question is, are you what you want to be? If so, then you're good enough. Because it's our own opinions that matter. No matter how you live your life, someone is gonna disagree. There's no one perfect human being; besides perfection is relative.
  • Fear of Rejection (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    29 Mar 2014 | 3:17 pm
    "Fear of Rejection"Fear of rejection is the main reason why people hesitate to meet someone new. Everyone gets rejected at one point or another. It should not be a barrier. If you go out there and meet someone new, if they reject you, go find somebody else. Don't let it stop you. We are all interesting in our own way, you just have to find someone that you 'click' with. There are people with all sorts of interests and hobbies, you will eventually find someone who you share interests with.You just can't stay in your room all day if you want to meet new people. They are not going knock on your…
  • We are not weak (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    20 Mar 2014 | 3:39 pm
    "We are not weak" Us people with a mental illness tend to think that we are weak. But it's the complete opposite. Living with a mental illness is rough. Dealing with the depression, for example, is a nightmare. Thoughts of suicide and self harm can be overwhelming. So it takes a strong person to overcome those things. Thank goodness there is medication that help living with such thoughts. So it takes a strong person to live with the illness. But we tend to see ourselves as weak. Which it's not true. We're strong. Specially the ones who are not on medication. If you're not on medication and…
  • People Do Like You (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    11 Mar 2014 | 4:43 pm
    People with low confidence tend to think low of themselves. That they're not funny or interesting. But they never take the time to open themselves up. Everyone is funny in their own way, as well as interesting. They're afraid of being judged. They may tell a joke in a random conversation, but if no one laughs, they retreat. But c'mon, everyone tells a bad joke from time to time. But to the socially awkward, it's enough to never open their mouths again.They think that everything has to be perfect so that they can be in public, realizing it or not. They've are very self aware of everything they…
  • How To Deal With Jealousy (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    10 Mar 2014 | 5:26 pm
    "How To Deal With Jealousy" Is jealousy a bad thing? Is it a good thing? Depends?Some people say that a little bit of jealousy can be a good thing. Since it indicates that one cares emotionally for the other person. Jealousy is a normal trait in all of us humans, and it reveals itself on different occasions. You can be jealous in regards to your friend, or a romantic relationship. You could be jealous towards your parents, for example, you may think that your mother or father loves your brother or sister more than they love you. Again, some jealousy can be a good thing, just not to the…
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    Repetitive Hair Disorder

  • I’ll Fifty-Seven (first draft)

    Colin Lichen
    22 Mar 2014 | 5:29 am
    It’s seems a shame that God doesn’t offer a range of useful life-toiletries and cleaning products: bleach guaranteed to kill 99% of all household guilt, perhaps. Or a topical disillusionicide. Is there really no stabilising solution for a mind which wanders and wonders as it wants – as it its wont? Why take two lots of confusing emotions into the shower when thirty-four will do? I forgot almost everything once. I can’t believe it’s not better. Follow @colinlichen (c) Colin Lichen, 2014
  • Valentine’s Day 2014

    Colin Lichen
    14 Feb 2014 | 3:50 am
    Roses are red Violets are red Fcking iritis. Follow @colinlichen (c) Colin Lichen, 2014
  • I’ve

    Colin Lichen
    3 Feb 2014 | 1:43 am
    just been prepositioned by an English teacher. Follow @colinlichen
  • Don’t Dis Doggerel

    Colin Lichen
    1 Feb 2014 | 6:38 am
    Don’t dis doggerel. It’s harder than you think, to avoid the well-signed metaphor and instead piss in the sink. To ignore the simile that pleads like begging child with hands that bleed; turn ears deaf to the misery of never-used hyperbole, and all the time with one eye on the next allitera-tion… Hmm… Anyway. Don’t diss doggerel. (c) Colin Lichen 2014 Follow @colinlichen
  • Help Me

    Colin Lichen
    1 Feb 2014 | 5:27 am
    The trouble is that these daft lines appear without my bidding. I wonder: mental illness/mad? Yes really, I’m not kidding. (c) Colin Lichen 2014 Follow @colinlichen
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    Psalms and Psychoses

  • Soundtracks

    Jeremiah Castelo
    4 Apr 2014 | 7:46 am
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  • Intrumentals

    Jeremiah Castelo
    4 Apr 2014 | 7:43 am
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  • Thicket

    Jeremiah Castelo
    1 Apr 2014 | 2:21 pm
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  • Arkwood

    Jeremiah Castelo
    1 Apr 2014 | 2:13 pm
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  • Cabin Photo

    Jeremiah Castelo
    1 Apr 2014 | 2:11 pm
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    More than Words !

  • Poetry, the Palpitating Universe !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    21 Mar 2014 | 6:19 am
    Poetry is space, and the magic in space-less-ness,overwrought with presenceof hysterical paradise, in rapturous blows, and euphoric senses !Dead and dying, rejuvenated in gleeful flames, limbs across ruins, and erotic delights of heart, trampled soul of a poet !  Disastrous circumstances, and subliminal rage, of totality ornamented in stage, stage of concussion, claws and tails, and the thunderous mind games !Poetry, is the divine cause, and symptom of all flowing consciousness, Poetry is…
  • The dragon who fire's moist flowers !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    19 Mar 2014 | 9:01 am
    The chariot of gods, resembles visage of Virgo-nitidus and winded in details, far fetched improtuna tale, dismal blades of circumlocution, accouterments of blemishes ! Temple fables and interline translations !Allusions andfabulous narratives !Elemental colours of river deity, spinning against stories of time !It's the enormities of argonauts, following endeavours of-disguised prosperity stretches ! The dragon who fire's moist flowers, devoid of beauty and melancholic atmosphere games !
  • A Cup of Euphoria !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    12 Mar 2014 | 11:59 am
    Death is the last euphoria, in crust of disguised senses-you may call it a way to express the ray's of kisses, disguised in layers of skin. But I won't.Its not those girls in tiara's. She sells no happiness. She is the mother curve of home. Homeliness in sores, of lost emotions. A lost generation. Greet them with love. Start, with a cup, a tea cup. A cup of love for all.  
  • The Wobbling Heart !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    12 Mar 2014 | 7:56 am
    the wobbling heartcreates imagination light,inside mind-ful-nessof some seesaw sight; jiggling, joggling, waggling all around bobbling with sounds, oh sound !!zooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom it goes around, comes aroundin quiver it finds its ground-fluttering in love pounds of hearthis mind is a driving fluxliquefying the heart of rocks jiggling, joggling,waggling all around bobbling with sounds, oh sound !!zooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom it goes around, comes around !!
  • She is a window hoodwink !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    4 Mar 2014 | 10:02 am
    She is a window-hoodwink, lingua franca of happiness-her eyes dulcify's even sweetness. She is a columbine of heart, epitome of the etheral perfection !She is the dawn aubade of the dancing sun !Yet, to her vastness these words are just blatherskite marathon ! And I am the hoodwink, of inglenook- near her eternal fire !
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  • Mwalim's Boost Juice Recipe

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    11 Apr 2014 | 6:04 am
    It's a sad day... I'm going to have to look for a new career... my favorite tweed jacket no longer fits... how can you be a professor without a tweed jacket...?Mwalim's Boost Juice:10 carrots1/2 head of broccoli1 cup of cilantro2 green apples2 red apples1/2 thumb of ginger2 dashes of cinnamon1 dash of cayenne#OnWeJuice
  • Mwalim's Honey Beer Roasted Chicken

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    8 Apr 2014 | 5:06 pm
    Ingredients:2 lbs of boneless, skinless, natural or Halal chicken thighs1 12 oz of beer1/4 cup of honey1/4 cup of spicy brown mustard1 small sliced onion3 Tablespoons of Olive oilRub Mix:2 tea of powdered garlic2 tblspns of dried thyme leaves1 tblspn of ground black pepper1 tblspn of dried coriander1 tblspn of ground, black pepperDash of salt (to taste)Method:Wash and pat dry the chicken. Slice onion into slices and place at bottom of baking dish.Coat with olive oil and place in baking dishcombine ingredients for dry rub in a small bowl and sprinkle onto the chicken and rub in.Cover dish…
  • OFFICIAL Top 10 Things An NDN Should Say to A Euro- American

    Mwalim Daphunkeeprofessor Peters
    4 Apr 2014 | 6:28 pm
  • The Koala Bear Lover

    Mwalim Daphunkeeprofessor Peters
    3 Apr 2014 | 5:49 am
    Why is a koala bear the perfect lover for women who do not want a commitment?Because it's the koala bear who eats bushes, nuts and leaves.COPYRIGHT 2014 - MJ Peters
  • Another Juice Recipe: Mwalim's Day Tripper

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    2 Apr 2014 | 9:55 am
    "Mwalim's Day Tripper"7 Carrots2 Cortland Apples1 Granny Smith Apple2 Cups of SpinachBunch of CilantroThumb of GingerDash Cinnamon6 dashes Nutmeg
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    Miklos Arany

  • That Is All

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:52 am
    Until a resurrection comes Beyond the barrel of a gun
  • Before Summer Rain

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:51 am
    My flight arrived early in the evening. I had no place to stay and no money. I called Sinan from a pay phone and his brother answered. Juan told me that Sinan would be home soon, and that they would come and fetch me at the airport. I put my bags in a storage locker, adding the cheap, shiny little key to my key ring, and waited for them to arrive. After a while I went down to the restroom, which was very large and empty, and made myself as presentable as a basin and running water make possible. Walking back to my seat in the arrival hall I bought an International Herald Tribune and read the…
  • The Jeweler

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:50 am
    The jeweler said: “Sir, I made inquiries, and if you are still so disposed, I am read to pay you down the price I offered you.” The clerk started to stammer “Yes,” remembered the morocco box, and said: “I have more of the same – more of the same inheritance, more jewelry. Would you look at them as well?” “Of course,” said the jeweler. “If they are of this same quality, I would be more than happy to examine them.” Lantin rushed home as quickly as possible, fingering the necklace in his pocket, wondering almost aloud how his wife might have come by such gifts, and who…
  • The Glacier and Love’s Ignorant Tongue

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:49 am
    Open Count A hard coruscation shot through the glass, set in the nimbus from beneath the bar – a long flight of black lacquer, cold imitation of ebony. The light broke apart the soft dark of the room, illuminating, ghostly, the faces of Macau’s elite expatriate power. They spoke quietly, abstruse, moving an economy. Artists of expense, known for what they carry, recognized for their place at these affluent parties. Around them moved the rest of the people with status in Macau, most foreigners, proud and tall, with a few Chinese, their faces beautiful, ambiguous. They were entrepreneurs…
  • My First Memory

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:47 am
    My first memory is of my red tennis shoes. I must have been three at the time. They were given to me by my maternal grandmother. I remember running along the concrete path surrounding our house in Rumbai – falling and cutting my knee. The shoes were crimson red. I cried and cried and cried. I remember my mother’s green Lambretta moped, standing in the partitioned far end of the porch. The porch was screened in. I watched a brown wasp fighting the screens, vainly, to get back out. I thought that it might sting me again and again. Within that porch Indonesian merchants of a sort sold, or…
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    Bechdel Babes

  • The Birds and the Bees: Let’s talk about sex education.

    12 Apr 2014 | 5:44 am
    Trigger warning: Graphic discussion of sex and sexuality. The Heinemann Encyclopedia gave me my first insight into the mystery of ‘sex.’ I was a precocious eight year old, and read everything I could… Continue reading →
  • The Monster under my Bed

    8 Apr 2014 | 9:13 pm
    I sometimes stay awake, gnawing at the edge of my pillow, on the dying skin that peels off my fingernails, on the ends of my hair. I’m trying to sleep, but I can’t… Continue reading →
  • Exploring Race in Australia: ‘All Asians look the same.’

    5 Apr 2014 | 5:56 am
    There’s an episode of the cringe-y show Two and a half men where Charlie Sheen’s character is trying to pick up these two Asian women. But because they’re sooo identical, he sneakily uses… Continue reading →
  • I am not your Asian fetish.

    9 Mar 2014 | 11:49 pm
    In my first year of university, on one of those rare occasions where I decided it would be a fun idea to go somewhere with sticky floors, dim lighting and $11 beers, I… Continue reading →
  • You’re doing Arts? So when did you decide to become a waitress?

    20 Feb 2014 | 5:37 pm
    “Arts? Oh. Well. And you do think that’s useful?” Even my friend’s practiced British politeness couldn’t cover up his disdain. Social etiquette forbade me from thrusting a boiled potato up his nose. I… Continue reading →
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    Poetic Hope

  • In All My Days

    15 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    In All My DaysBy Joseph Kemper © 19 July 2013I've felt sorrowsBut I've alsoFelt joysPain I've feltSo deepI thoughtI could make othersLive’s betterIf I ended mineI've felt soWorthlessI thoughtI wasn't worthGod's timeI've felt joysSo deepI still lack wordsTo describeMy feelingsI've beenComfortedOn levelsThat can onlyBe describedAs beingHugged by GodTo be marriedTo my Angel QueenSurpassesBy farAnyJoy I've feltOrComfort I'veBeen givenYou can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • The Angel's Song

    14 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    The Angel's SongBy Joseph Kemper © 18 July 2013What was once held stillNow runs freeWhat was once near deathNow overflows with life'Tis the angel's songThat set my heart free'Tis the angel's songThat filled my heartYou can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • I Shall Trust Thee Ever More

    12 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    I Shall Trust Thee Ever MoreBy Joseph Kemper © 18 January 2014You gave me knowledgeand placed a hope deep within my hearta hope that shaped my life and formed my dreamsa hope that carried me throughthe storm and fires of doubta hope that has shown mewhere my future laysYou can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • Strength to Last all Time

    11 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    Strength to Last all TimeBy Joseph Kemper © 17 January 2014MoneyFriendsPowerFamilyKnowledgeWisdomIt would be nice to have a little more here and thereBut I might be lost without someOthers I could actually do withoutI would certainly be devastated by the loss of othersWithout some I might not have a clueStill others can always be a most treasured gift to findBut in the endIf I lost all And only had but one simple thingAnd if that one thing was thy smileI could carry on through the agesYou can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here…
  • Death

    10 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    DeathBy Joseph Kemper 17 January 2014Thy hand has removed its stingThy had has ended its eternal grasp What was once an endless night Is now but the smallest flickerOf the brightest candleWhat! You want me to do what!Take time to remember GodWhy should I do that.When has he ever remembered me.Father dearI have suffered longBut now I seeI had forgotten thee and wandered offTo paths unseenWhy! Why! Why! Why must I stuffer so!Where is god when I needed him!There is no god! For if god was real, I would not suffer!Thank you FatherFor helping me to growFor helping me to learnIt was hard at first,…
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    The Legendary Graduate

  • Happy Half-Birthday

    Joseph D. Smith
    12 Apr 2014 | 3:04 pm
    "Happy Half-Birthday" by Joseph D. SmithMy birthday is near,Yet not here,But in my heart very dear!May 12th,What I must've felt,When my 26th birthday will be dealt!
  • What Price Is There To Freedom?

    Joseph D. Smith
    11 Apr 2014 | 5:50 pm
    "What Price Is There To Freedom?" by Joseph D. SmithThere is no price for freedom, Because it is our God-given right!When you hear that you have to serve,In order to have the freedom that you deserve,Tell them "HELL NO"!If they don't understand, then they will never know.
  • All Love Is Mine

    Joseph D. Smith
    11 Apr 2014 | 9:20 am
    "All Love Is Mine" by Joseph D. SmithLove is patient,Love is kind,All love is mine.
  • A Day To Live

    Joseph D. Smith
    10 Apr 2014 | 1:52 pm
    "A Day To Live" by Joseph D. SmithWhen you areout of hope,Let me in,And I will fix it! When your head is down,And your view of hopehas changed,Don't let evil engage!When you come down,Don't have a frown,Otherwise your sadnessI must drown!
  • Church of Crime

    Joseph D. Smith
    8 Apr 2014 | 5:50 pm
    "Church of Crime" by Joseph D. SmithI once slept in my truck in front of a church,I had nowhere to go so I hung around and lurked.When the church-officials saw me, they called the law,They booked me for vagrancy.The church, of all places...I am homeless. They are supposed to be giving,They are supposed to help,But instead, they screwed-off my head.I had three chihuahuas,All beautiful dogs,They had to sleep with me,Out on the streets.The church didn't care,They didn't want me there!I want a home,Is that too much to ask for?!NOTE: My neighbor recently became homeless, and she had nowhere else…
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    Cute Love Poems for Her

  • Words Are Not Enough

    The Love Poet
    15 Apr 2014 | 12:03 pm
    After all the words and all the ink and all the blank pages painted black with the adjectives of you, one thing is abundantly clear: Nothing I write will ever be enough to sum you up, By Tyler Knott Gregson The post Words Are Not Enough appeared first on Cute Love Poems for Her.
  • The Love I Can’t Define

    The Love Poet
    15 Apr 2014 | 11:52 am
    I can’t describe the feelings I get the day after a rainstorm or when the sun sets early in the winter Happiness and sadness are easy to recognize, but sometimes I have emotions that I cannot identify, like how I feel about you. The post The Love I Can’t Define appeared first on Cute Love Poems for Her.
  • The Different Types of Love – Infographic

    The Love Poet
    13 Apr 2014 | 5:55 am
    The graphic below was created by a university student, Divya Gaitonde, preparing a thesis on the emotion of love. Love certainly is a diverse emotion sparked by many situations and circumstances. Love comes through friendship, romance, religion, general love for humanity and it even shows the relationship with infatuation and passion. I found the “love map” interesting and that thought I’d share it with you. Source: http://www.divyagaitonde.com/Types-of-Love Click the image to enlarge it The post The Different Types of Love – Infographic appeared first on Cute Love…
  • 12 Cute Love Quotes for Her to Fall in Love With You

    The Love Poet
    12 Apr 2014 | 6:45 am
    A collection of 12 beautiful love quotes to steal the heart of the woman you desire. “If you would stop looking in the mirror and only look at yourself the way I look at you, you would know that you are not only precious but also the most beautiful person ever.” - Donald Risks “You are the springtime I dreamed of so desperate during the cold winter chills” - Richard Wagner “Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light” - William Shakespeare “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety” - William Shakespeare “I love you without…
  • A Letter & Poem About A Wife Dying of Cancer

    The Love Poet
    12 Apr 2014 | 6:10 am
    This is a somewhat sad love poem written by Syl Cheney-Coker, who is from Sierra Leone, about his wife who suffered from terminal cancer. A tribute to her life. For Dalisay To see you lying on the couch propped up with pillows, drinking those sour juices of wheat grass , apricot kernels, and silkworm milk, blended to halt the hand of this odious sentence, was not the worst knife of all, but to remember the summers when you did not need to knit colourful Afghans to bring out the sunflowers in your eyes. Nothing prepares us for the un-symmetry of God: this cruel hand, when, even after the…
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