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  • I like my space

    Illusory Realm of Poetry
    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    26 Aug 2015 | 2:12 am
    I like my space was written by Alexander Smoljanovic I like my space I like my space and have not much You try to take it all from me Though there are times I seek your touch most times alone I’d rather be Once it was hard to be apart when loneliness could cause much pain emptiness... Read More The post I like my space appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • Three years you now have been my wife

    Illusory Realm of Poetry
    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    21 Jul 2015 | 7:53 am
    Three years you now have been my wife was written by Alexander Smoljanovic Three years you now have been my wife This is our anniversary. Three years you now have been my wife. You did become that somebody that I did find to share my life. I love you more than years ago when I asked you to be my bride.... Read More The post Three years you now have been my wife appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • She seeks new life forms to possess

    Illusory Realm of Poetry
    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    15 Jul 2015 | 9:39 am
    She seeks new life forms to possess was written by Alexander Smoljanovic She seeks new life forms to possess The alien is bodiless. No solid mass that I could see She seeks new life forms to possess. Her life force is raw energy I hear her thoughts and feel a force that strives to overcome my own. I must not... Read More The post She seeks new life forms to possess appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • Kissed by a rose

    Illusory Realm of Poetry
    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    13 Aug 2015 | 3:54 am
    Kissed by a rose was written by Alexander Smoljanovic Kissed by a rose Kissed by a rose I realize that words like thorns can make you bleed. I never will apologize accepting love I did not need. I acquiesce and seal my fate agreeing to the things you ask. I wonder if it was too late and... Read More The post Kissed by a rose appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • When light will no more shadow make

    Illusory Realm of Poetry
    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    2 Aug 2015 | 6:15 pm
    When light will no more shadow make was written by Alexander Smoljanovic When light will no more shadow make I am here only visiting. Your earthly sphere is not my own. This dimension is limiting composed of particles unknown. I see your world not as you do and understand your innate plight. Stern views on life that you hold true... Read More The post When light will no more shadow make appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
 
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    Poetry News

  • Looking Up: Night sky has long inspired poets

    28 Aug 2015 | 10:40 am
    The merry round of stars continue their never-ending romp. Every clear night we can see a menagerie of characters imagined as constellations, the stars themselves blissfully ignorant of the tales we create.
  • International poetry festival being held in Bolton

    28 Aug 2015 | 10:40 am
    BEAT poets from Bolton have the chance to take part in one of the world's largest poetry festivals next month. The International Beat Poetry Festival will showcase the talents of Manchester poet John G Hall and Dave Morgan's Kerouac style haikus, which are supported by a saxophone accompaniment from Kevin Bates.
  • Anarchy, Art and Poetry At London's Book Fairs

    28 Aug 2015 | 9:42 am
    If you're finding the world of mainstream publishing slightly safe, your tastes might be better served by one of London's many book fairs. Discover the city's flourishing independent publishing scene and reinvigorate your bookshelves with fiction, poetry, zines that you definitely won't find in chain book stores.
  • Gilroy Library Announces Winner of Teen Poetry Contest

    28 Aug 2015 | 7:28 am
    Congratulations to our Teen Poetry Contest, 2015, Winners: Tasia McConkie - Winner of the High School Category for her poem: 'seventh poem' and Kristof Sochan - Winner of the Middle School Category for his poem: Mount Everest.
  • Inside Bill Murray's 'Secret' Love of Poetry

    28 Aug 2015 | 5:11 am
    In his youth, Bill Murray wrote poetry, although he's been wise enough not to share it with the world. "Everything rhymed," he's said of those juvenile efforts, a sentence halfway between a brag and a confession.
 
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • shop and chop

    Wade Kwon
    27 Aug 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The big dinner needs sliced and diced vegetables and meats at the ready. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • dare defend

    Wade Kwon
    26 Aug 2015 | 10:00 pm
    Fields of cotton, lush forests, manmade lakes, kind hearts in Alabama. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • jersey sore

    Wade Kwon
    25 Aug 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The coach yells at the team. The players run their drills. Practice never ends. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • misanthropic awakening

    Wade Kwon
    24 Aug 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The more you get to know people, the more you want to crawl back in bed. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the cost of fame

    Wade Kwon
    23 Aug 2015 | 10:00 pm
    He made a deal with the devil, then acted shocked at the devil’s scam. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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    qazse

  • Katrina – destruction brought on by man’s sin:

    qazse
    26 Aug 2015 | 9:27 pm
    hubris greed denial myopia dereliction disinterest…
  • he is a coward

    qazse
    26 Aug 2015 | 8:43 pm
    he once stopped by and promised to resolve my shattered bones. he dried my tears, placed a candle in my heart, but not a flame. he proclaimed, I will never abandon you. then he left. he left to have sex with violence – like John Wayne slapping a woman. although he showed up again, he never returned. he is not a builder. 2006
  • until

    qazse
    11 Nov 2014 | 10:58 am
    until there are no soldiers we have all died in vain
  • 8 Aug 2013 | 8:19 pm

    qazse
    8 Aug 2013 | 8:19 pm
    We rationalize: it’s a jungle out there. We possess the knowledge to scaffold a lasting peace. Yet we continue to speak only jungle.
  • television lives

    qazse
    7 Aug 2013 | 6:48 pm
    reality is a corporate skinner box. we scurry like rats through a maze of aisles… must see tv leads the way…
 
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    Poems and Poetics

  • Jonathan C. Stalling: Yíngēlìshī [Sinophonic English] & a New Global Poetics

    Jerome Rothenberg
    24 Aug 2015 | 6:00 am
    [What follows is a taste of Jonathan Stalling’s Yíngēlìshī (Counterpath Press), an amazing instance of experimental “translation” or othering (here between or as a blending of Chinese & English) that may have been overlooked at the time of its original publication.  What I wrote of it then I think still holds, viz: “The magic in these poems is in the incredibly generative force that Stalling derives from the juxtaposition of sounds between his two target languages, English & Chinese.  The overlap & mix, while it may resemble other procedures in…
  • Symposium of the Whole To Be Reissued: An Announcement & Pre-Face

    Jerome Rothenberg
    17 Aug 2015 | 5:47 am
     [In advance of the expanded third edition of Technicians of the Sacred on which I’m now working, University of California Press is planning to reissue the long out-of-print Symposium of the Whole: A Range of Discourse Toward an Ethnopoetics, edited by Diane Rothenberg & me in 1983.  In Symposium, as a kind of natural companion volume to Technicians, we’ve followed the idea of an ethnopoetics from predecessors such as Vico, Blake, Thoreau, & Tzara to more recent essays & manifestos by poets & social thinkers such as Olson, Eliade, Snyder, Turner, &…
  • Anne Tardos: Nine Poems from “Nine”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    11 Aug 2015 | 6:32 am
    [Anne Tardos, whose poetry & performances have enlightened us for several decades now, emerges in Nine (BlazeVox Books, forthcoming) as an innovator of new forms that serve as a vehicle for work that incorporates, like all great poetry, the fullest range of thoughts & experiences & makes them stick in mind & memory.  The form in question is called a “nine,” the reach & depth of which is described by Rachel Blau DuPlessis in the opening of a powerful introductory essay: “Anne Tardos has invented a form that is a mode of practice and thus a mode of being in…
  • Jerome Rothenberg: “The Hell of Smoke,” for the anniversary of the Hiroshima holocaust

    Jerome Rothenberg
    6 Aug 2015 | 2:00 pm
    [On the anniversary today of the Hiroshima holocaust I thought to post a poem of mine written some fifteen years after the event & later performed with the Japanese novelist Oda Makoto and composer Charlie Morrow under the auspices of the Bread & Puppet Theater.  The event, “Auschwitz/Hiroshima,” was a dirge for the murders by fire that marked our time and too many times before & after.  The Jigoku Zoshi is a Japanese scroll of hells that dates back to the twelfth century.] From THE SEVEN HELLS OF THE JIGOKU ZOSHI the seventh hell: of smoke where…
  • Simon Ortiz: “What Indians?” (complete)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    3 Aug 2015 | 6:08 am
      The Truth Is: "No kidding?" "No." "Come on! That can't be true!" "No kidding." "What Indians?" is my too-often unspoken response to people who ask "When do the Indians dance?" Like other colonized Indigenous peoples, cultures, and communities throughout the world, Native Americans have experienced and endured identities imposed on them by colonial powers, most of which originated in Europe. This imposition has resulted to a great extent -- more than we admit and realize -- in the loss of a sense of a centered human self and the weakening and loss of Indigenous cultural…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Eleni Stecopoulos' VISCERAL POETICS for PRE-ORDER

    Thom Donovan
    19 Aug 2015 | 9:09 am
    ELENI STECOPOULOS’ VISCERAL POETICSFOR PRE-ORDERPre-order pricing$45 institutions$25 individualsSend cheques (payable to Michael Cross) toON Contemporary Practice2556 Frances StreetOakland, CA 94601Pay online via Pay Pal athttps://on-contemporarypractice.squarespace.comAn inquiry into the languages of bodies and the bodies of languages, Eleni Stecopoulos’ Visceral Poetics enacts literary scholarship as somatic practice. Opening new directions in poetry and poetics as well as literature and medicine, Stecopoulos argues for the body’s poetic agency, for a criticism…
  • Headless VIII

    Thom Donovan
    10 Aug 2015 | 2:02 pm
    --for Nina Simone"The abstract nakedness of being nothing but human"--Hannah Arendt quoted in Saidiya Hartman's Lose Your MotherWho gave Bach a reasonThe gift of counterpoint and the gift of deathThe gift of voice…  Young, Gifted, and BlackLike when she broke her voiceLost an octave, now that is what I callAngerNow that is what I callSublime angerBecause you could die like an animal down here/thereWhere there is no nativity across that oceanOnly natal alienationOnly declensions of songThe songs you sing out-of-jointWith the acknowledged worldThe time it kept never given backWhat gave…
  • Mercy

    Thom Donovan
    10 Aug 2015 | 1:25 pm
    --after Marcus RedikerCaring for their captorsLike capital wasn'tLiving in us the fictiveKinship of these shipsEthnogenesis and a wayForgiveness has of escapingWith our freedom -- onlyThose women could knowOn the docks this allyshipOf survivors, heroismOf their mercy howThe civilly dead careFor the civilly dead --Though skin made aDifference, though thereWas once the hold theySung this song forThe End of the world.
  • Hiroshima-Nagasaki feature (essay)

    Thom Donovan
    5 Aug 2015 | 7:43 am
    HIROSHIMA, AUGUST 6, 1945 // NAGASAKI, AUGUST 9, 1945—the August 2015 issue of Evening Will Come (The Volta), feat. correspondence, drawings, essays, interactive erasures, journal entries, music, photography, poems, remembrances, sculptures, songs, stories, talks, and translations, by Etel Adnan, Jeffrey Angles, Roland Barthes, Daniel Borzutzky, David Buuck, Don Mee Choi, Dot Devota, Thom Donovan, Rokusuke Ei, April Naoko Heck, Brenda Iijima, Hiromi Ito, Joy Division, Yukiyo Kawano, Erika Kobayashi, Eve Andrée Laramée, Kenji C. Liu, Kyo Maclear, Wong May, John…
  • Headless VII

    Thom Donovan
    11 Jul 2015 | 2:32 pm
    (Addendum)Or is it a marchNot for civil rightsBut of the socially deadCharged to singFor whose pleasureDoes the cagedWhat the phantomLimb weighsHow it sounds  The studiumOf their un-(re)dressedWounds?Is it a marchFor the “right to obscurity” (E. Glissant)For the (un)dead to soundLike the (un)dead where: “it is the very incomplete, cut-off, broken, and incomprehensible nature of the aural, written, and visual remainders of the socially and civilly dead that qualify their semantic depth and social urgency, and that signal the counter-historical, counter-epistemological, and…
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    Sad Poems Deep Dark Hopeless Poems

  • Sudden Downpours

    24 Aug 2015 | 8:55 pm
    there are passages. they confess us to the pull of gravity. until we are only hungry bruises and dirty bandages. there are journeys. cataclysms of touch. they tear the surface. compel it to swallow us. until lost is a hollow epiphany. somewhere between blood and bone. where the flesh is content to scab. and the wounds puddle. like so much rain on failing roofs.it's far she says. like a bit of math caught in her throat.how far he asks. already aware there is no measure.there are moments. like fists. stabbing at the dark. jagged blades strangling against the void. their smallness so immense.
  • The Eternal Deceit of the Surface

    19 Aug 2015 | 9:31 pm
    the perpetuity of thought. dwindling rain in the corners of her resolve. the moist barrier between this moment and the next. scattered sand. listless sun. in the commotion of want. slender tendrils. time and cause.a sweet sickness. a beautfil defeat.open bridges. the perpendicular to if. like fresh scabs. bubbling beneath the surface. with hungry blood. and old wounds. simmering. boiling over. scalding hot.closed roads. bright with defiance. and the warm smother of a familiar path. a template of empty convictions. all jagged outlines. and collateral scars. spoiled crayons. the colors absurdly…
  • Driving Forces

    16 Aug 2015 | 8:48 pm
    it was yellow with want. the color of an anxious world. so softly sudden. and callously lost. bright raindrops in the cut of the sun. the traffic stopped. idled listlessly. burnt branches on a disfigured tree. the careless road map of lovers and thieves.the miles took her. a harvest of flesh. their hunger loud. quivering fists in fractions of epiphany.  the road swallowed her up. like so much meat. a confection of bone and blood. a lie that doesn't know it is.it was sparse with temptation. just barely enough. she sunk into the enormity of  world. like thick blankets. to let…
  • Perpendicular Protagonists

    12 Aug 2015 | 8:39 pm
    she wore her utopia in faded t-shirts and bleached dungarees. a callous ceremony of lacquer and vitriol. the distance grew fond of her. the spoiled chemistry of loss. and the quiet apocalypse of want. no colors. only the outlines. as the graves vomit their ghosts. time stumbling backward in a defiant surrrender. no flesh. only bones. the desperate arithmetic of the impotent gods. .she took her turns slow and deliberate. stiff cunt. loose tits. a woman of choice in a world of ifs.the seasons solved for when. crooked pedestals for any number of epiphanies. shakey ladders for any consolation of…
  • Pattern Buffers

    5 Aug 2015 | 8:41 pm
    the miles overtook her. simple gods in their hollow underpinnings. flesh solved for its mediocre humanity. speed divided by distance. the chaos of patience juxtaposed to the surreptitious pathogen of hope.disease is inevitable.panting dogs. feral strays. the crumbling architecture of humanity. simple signs and complex conditions. lighting fires on the sun. drawing pictures of the epiphany. the terrible precautions of hunger and wisdom.she loved him softly. hard was all he understood.voices like stones. below the surface. the water is still. everything else is restless.the moment like…
 
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    anachronizms

  • mmcdxlix

    28 Aug 2015 | 3:11 am
    I Am My Own SelfNot another mantra, Martha!Like Frank O’Hara, “Neverargue with the movies,”George.  Gorgeous Sundayafternoon.  Why don’t wego out and play?  After all,the opera doesn’t begin ’tilthree and we’ve got nothingbut time on our hands.  So he refuses to wash hishands for several seasons.In I come, all happy to be,happy to be.  I was waitingin line for a hot dog, takingit all out on him.  “Penetra-tion mi amor!”  Then it’sback to his place for a napwhile he does laundry. And what a nice nap it is!Later that same yesterday,I head…
  • mmcdxlviii

    27 Aug 2015 | 9:14 pm
    While I Am Wondering How to RespondI insert a Breath Saverinto my mouth.  Me,my, I, ho...  Who’s gentle-man enough to receiveme?  Because this isthe last time we willever do it.  After thefire, the one thattranspired directlyafter we officiallymoved in, whilewe were vacation-ing in Paris (Ark-ansas), severalmonths passedbefore the bath-room cabinetstopped smell-ing like a hamsandwich.
  • mmcdxlvii

    26 Aug 2015 | 9:49 pm
    “Goodbye”Of courseI’m on myway outto himASAP.Untillate.Angryaboutit all,we havecoffeeand playvideogames.For an hourI read a bitof Bok andhead down-town.  Lunchat a restauranton the bridge(and not verygood).  Backhome to anaccidentalnap.  Thenlaundry.Then alaundryaccident.I didn’tshed asingletear.
  • mmcdxlvi

    23 Aug 2015 | 11:42 pm
    Nice DataI’m toosleepy to utter.But madexcitedabout the future.WatchingPoseidenon IMAX(not anadventure)after receivinga jarhead haircut.So I take a sleepingpill.  To no avail.I write a noteto myself: “Shakespearehad his garden.”It was horribleand fun.  Wesat at the topwhere I foundmyself a bottom.
  • mmcdxlv

    21 Aug 2015 | 11:09 pm
    The typo wound be ‘paining.’                           —Robert HassWho catches the woundthe first time around?Not me.  People alsoargued, as in “Peoplemade arguments”(also Hass), butI didn’t botherthem today(neitherthe peoplenor the arguments).Instead, I attendedSports Bar Trivia Night,which was hallucinatory.At least I’m morephotogenic (right now)than I usually am.
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    As/Is

  • Inter-Dialogism: Cheltenham Elegies (IA)

    Adam Fieled
    28 Aug 2015 | 9:55 am
    Inter-Dialogism: Cheltenham Elegies features meta-criticism of the Elegies oriented around phenomenology, and the concept inter-dialogism, on Internet Archive or in full-text. 
  • Kierkegaard and Dry Ice

    Adam Fieled
    28 Aug 2015 | 8:41 am
    The complex relationship between Inter-Dialogism and philosophy cannot be simply or succinctly enumerated. When consciousness leaps into other consciousness, the basic questions of phenomenology remain the same— what is inside our consciousness, what is outside, what is held or bounded in or by consciousness, and what is not— only issues of individuation, difference, and distinction manifest
  • Dry Ice

    Adam Fieled
    27 Aug 2015 | 9:23 am
    The “dry ice” approach to serious poetry— I-it employed over I-thou— forms an interesting chiasmus with what I call Inter-Dialogism. When you want to jump over the hurdle of ordinary consciousness into the consciousness of another, however briefly, and if the Other in question is set at a natural distance from you, as can happen in many contexts, the result can be insight or a mystified sense
  • Menace and Foreboding

    Adam Fieled
    26 Aug 2015 | 10:37 am
    One subtext of the entire enterprise of the Cheltenham Elegies is that the significations of the American suburbs must change. From the dulcet and the banal, the suburbs acquire an aura of menace and foreboding. How the menace and the foreboding are incorporated into our view of the American suburbs connects directly to Inter-Dialogism. What happens when the leap from one consciousness into
  • Brain Symmetry

    Adam Fieled
    25 Aug 2015 | 8:37 am
    It is arguable that it is possible to reveal, in literature as in science, that symmetry exists between human brains. Though no two human brains are alike, where there is symmetry between interests, common circumstances or experiences, and genetic data, there is also brain symmetry. The effect between characters in a drama of this phenomenon— brain symmetry— is an interesting one, because,
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    Chicano Poet

  • 27 Aug 2015 | 6:20 pm

    27 Aug 2015 | 6:20 pm
    Star TracaladaTo thinkthat el ocho patashad once believedin revolutionand had growna mustache to prove itand donneda sombrerowrote themandatory poemsabout La Razahad praisedthe barriore-invented abuelaslearned to spikthe lingobut the revolutiondid not materializethe transportermust have malfunctionedmaybe Scottywas on the potty
  • 18 Aug 2015 | 5:57 pm

    18 Aug 2015 | 5:57 pm
    The Immigrant BluesEl ocho pataswas riding the Mexican busacross the borderreturning to Texasafter failing to findany kind of relativesin the bowels of Mexicofor you seeel ocho's ancestorshad always livedin Texasor whateverit was calledbefore it became Texaspoor ocho was even a failureat being an immigrant
  • 17 Aug 2015 | 4:27 pm

    17 Aug 2015 | 4:27 pm
    Homage To Kelly BundyAlfredo the Shoe Manloved itwhen el ocho patasstepped into his shoe store,he knewhe'd make a killingselling el ochothe best leatherin all of Tejas.The bonesin ocho's feetwere all so differentand distortedin so many waysthat the Shoe Manhad orgasmsjust findingthe perfect shoes.When el ocho pataswalked outwith his manyand diverse shoe sizesthe barrio peoplestood around in aweas el ocho patasflew down the streetgarglingwith his feet
  • 14 Aug 2015 | 8:44 am

    14 Aug 2015 | 8:44 am
    Super OchoAbuela washedel ocho's capesomehow he got it full ofthe mildest salsa on earthabuela washedel ocho's calzoncillosshe washedhis super pantalonesshe boiledhis frijolitoshasta que el ochogot his super panza fulland flew offhaphazardlyto date an unwed mother---I meanto the help the pooraunque a chingazos
  • 12 Aug 2015 | 5:08 pm

    12 Aug 2015 | 5:08 pm
    TobogganEl ocho pataswould tobogganon Louise Boganhe'd pull Plathby the feetfrom the ovenhe'd keep Berrymanfrom flying, man,he'd take the keysfrom Weldon Keeshe'd drainthe Gulf of Mejicofor old Hart Cranehe'd ban dune buggiesfrom O'Hara's hairhe'd make surethat poets stayed awayfrom poetryness
 
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    the dust congress

  • 3 Aug 2015 | 9:21 pm

    3 Aug 2015 | 9:21 pm
    friendship bracelet ice cube tray
  • 9 Jun 2015 | 11:55 am

    9 Jun 2015 | 11:55 am
    it was the first big weekend of the summertime
  • 2 Feb 2015 | 10:22 am

    2 Feb 2015 | 10:22 am
    Let's be undecided, let's take our time Only Rare Things Create - Jack Micheline When love creates When tenderness creates It is the greatest of all sounds When man and woman creates a baby is born When fear creates anger is born When loneliness creates despair is born When business creates hype is born When newspapers create politicians are born When art galleries create money is
  • 3 Jan 2015 | 10:51 am

    3 Jan 2015 | 10:51 am
    the only thing I'd change would be the ending It Can't Be True -- Michael Brownstein, author of the must-read World on Fire That we belong to one of the last generations To See an uncontaminated sky And walk through enough forest Stretching for hundreds of square miles Uncharted and completely surrounded by itself Holding us because being there Is a real surprise, vast and everyday
  • 16 Dec 2014 | 11:11 am

    16 Dec 2014 | 11:11 am
    One hundred years from this day Will the people still feel this way Frederic Edwin Church, Iceberg, 1861 The Coming of Light -- Mark Strand Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and
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    rooted

  • if only it was just a spider

    gautami tripathy
    16 Aug 2015 | 11:16 am
    go on, you have a feast I will escape into solitude to meditate my mind's engine has stopped I want to empty it to move on how do I generate a ghost, any ghost, who makes me forget torn, broke, I... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • stinging the sin

    gautami tripathy
    9 Aug 2015 | 10:02 am
     I chisel away the plaster with that blindfold I need to find that mirror to scry before I hear someone cry  of untold horrors just round the corner a chill runs through me and I recede to... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • hide me within you

    gautami tripathy
    2 Aug 2015 | 10:28 am
    near that river, close to the railway track a body is revealed.  is she alive did she collapse there? I can see the longing in her face imagine her radiant smile in better days and gnash my... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • rainy illusion

    gautami tripathy
    27 Jun 2015 | 7:46 am
    when the fiery wind sings Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth you hold my arm (it makes a nice frame for pictures) you have mastered that craft to create illusions just a deal,... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • weeds sprouting out of your mind

    gautami tripathy
    14 Jun 2015 | 10:23 am
    I pick the mouthpiece speak secrets into it you think I will gossip but I read out a poem stanzas as sharp as razors when I wrote it in the bath a storm was brewing in my heart (my skin so bronze,... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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    Wordplay

  • Hello world!

    admin
    1 Aug 2015 | 10:16 pm
    Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!
 
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 22 Aug 2015 | 7:52 am

    22 Aug 2015 | 7:52 am
    <!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> I have a dream. The first time as history, the second time as farce. My dream is this. The disaster that is Hillary Clinton’s email server lies not in what’s on it, although that may turn ugly down the road as well, so much as it lies in what that box tells us about Hillary Clinton. That she was totally paranoid after decades of abuse on the part
  • 19 Aug 2015 | 9:31 am

    19 Aug 2015 | 9:31 am
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  • 10 Aug 2015 | 2:49 pm

    10 Aug 2015 | 2:49 pm
    Reading & talking in Gloucester, MA
  • 4 Aug 2015 | 9:00 pm

    4 Aug 2015 | 9:00 pm
    Today  
  • 13 Jul 2015 | 2:20 pm

    13 Jul 2015 | 2:20 pm
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    Poet Hound

  • Schizo-Poetry Fragments of the Mind by Susanne Wawra and Kevin Nolan

    25 Aug 2015 | 3:00 am
    Susanne Wawra and Kevin Nolan, two poets residing in Dublin, Ireland, created a collaborative work based on images brought forth by color—15 colors total. The first poem in each set is by Wawra, the second by Nolan. Their poems are rich with imagery, sensuality, memory, and philosophy. Self-published by www.eprint.ie in Dublin, Ireland I am surprised that a publisher didn’t pick them up. The work is imaginative, thoughtful, and worth reading over and over again. Below I am happy to share some samples and I urge you to support these poets and their future:Flavescent(bright yellow)A…
  • Kristina Marie Darling’s Double Feature: The Arctic Circle, Failure Lyric

    28 Jul 2015 | 2:58 am
    I admit that lately I have been very slow to read and review books these past two to three years and I can assure you I am working on ways to get back to doing these reviews more often. It will take a bit longer to achieve some of the goals I have set for myself in order to accommodate more reading, writing, and creating. I thank all of my loyal readers for sticking by. In the meantime, I will post as often as I can:Today I review one of my favorite writers for a Double Feature. Kristina Marie Darling’s work continues to inspire me and sets my imagination spinning. First is The Arctic…
  • Sarah Sousa's Split the Crow

    13 May 2015 | 2:58 am
    Sarah Sousa’s collection, Split the Crow, is published by Parlor Press in 2015 and weaves indigenous tales with natural world imagery that burrow deep into your memory long after you read them. Her work has appeared in The Massachusetts Review, Barn Owl Review, and more, she has won the Red Mountain Press Prize for her collection Church of Needles in May 2014. Below I am happy to share a few samples of her recent collection:The Dead’s Bright CopperasCould it be held in a bottle like smokeor liquor; the color of shadow. Could itbe one of the sad animals, one of the instinctual.Sad because…
  • Kristina Marie Darling's Fortress

    27 Jan 2015 | 3:04 am
    Kristina Marie Darling’s Fortress is published by Sundress Publications and showcases the dance of doomed domestic bliss from the perspective of the wife. The main character alludes to the field of dead poppies that welcomes her to her new home. The husband does nothing to coax them to life and creates gardens elsewhere only to fail. The possible greenery is a metaphor for the relationship when the husband disappears after the poppies catch fire and spread disaster to the homestead. The wife is left to determine what to do about the outcome on her own, just as many relationships leave at…
  • Alessandra Bava's They Talk About Death

    13 Jan 2015 | 3:03 am
    Alessandra Bava’s collection, They Talk About Death, is published by Blood Pudding Press. Her collection is surreal, rich, and thoughtful. Inside these pages dwell iconic literary and historical figures, she dips her pen into their universe and extracts her own thoughts from them. It is my pleasure to share a few samples:St. BaudelaireI dream of you at nightentangled in the spires of evil,tied to a living pillar in theprofane sanctuary of Poetry—the spores of wild flowers inyour nostrils, the ecstasy of“the Word” painted on your face& slowly dripping from yourSt. Sebastian-like…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • David Lehman and Sherman Alexie to host The Best American Poetry 2015 Launch Reading at The New School

    The Best American Poetry
    28 Aug 2015 | 3:26 pm
    Thursday, September 24, 2015 at 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm The Auditorium at 66 West 12th Street, Alvin Johnson/J.M. Kaplan Hall 66 West 12th Street, New York, NY 10011 For the 14th straight year, the New School Writing Program hosts the launch reading of The Best American Poetry.These poets represented in the 2015 book will take part in an event moderated by series editor David Lehman, poetry coordinator, New School Writing Program, and Sherman Alexie, guest editor of The Best American Poetry 2015. Sarah Arvio, Melissa Barrett, Mark Bibbins, Emma Bolden, Catherine Bowman, Jericho Brown, Julie Carr,…
  • And to Think That I Saw It All Walking Along the Quais de la Seine [by Tracy Danison]

    The Best American Poetry
    28 Aug 2015 | 12:14 pm
    View from the Ile de la Cité: In the shadow of the Hôtel de Ville, stronghold of Mayor Hidalgo, and suspected cowboy in the Paris Plage buy-out deal. Beware, said sources close to me, of things in August that seem perfectly nice photo (c) Tracy Danison Since I turned sixty, I’ve discovered that everything I know is out of date. That’s why I was cheerfully hoofing it on down to Shakespeare & Co.: I was under the out-of-date impression I could there have SECOND-HAND books at LOWER PRICES. In out-of-date block letters, too. Well, not at all. So, I had to go back home with new,…
  • Save the Date: September 24, 2015 - The Best American Poetry 2015 Launch Reading

    The Best American Poetry
    26 Aug 2015 | 8:05 am
    Thursday, September 24, 2015 at 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm The Auditorium at 66 West 12th Street, Alvin Johnson/J.M. Kaplan Hall 66 West 12th Street, New York, NY 10011 For the 14th straight year, the New School Writing Program hosts the launch reading of The Best American Poetry.These poets represented in the 2015 book will take part in an event moderated by series editor David Lehman, poetry coordinator, New School Writing Program, and Sherman Alexie, guest editor of The Best American Poetry 2015. Sarah Arvio, Melissa Barrett, Mark Bibbins, Emma Bolden, Catherine Bowman, Jericho Brown, Julie Carr,…
  • Resolution and Independence (by Mitch Sisskind)

    Mitch Sisskind
    17 Aug 2015 | 12:13 pm
    There can be no biography of him, Who was no one and everyone And went by many names such as Leroy Everybodytalksabout and Pan Smolarek and the man who Casts no shadow. He never married And his companion was a chicken. Winter and summer, rain or shine, His home was a bench in Lincoln Park Near the old miniature golf course Where he and the chicken performed Loosely choreographed dumb shows. When the police arrested him he laughed And said, “Mene mene tekel upharsin.” He rode city bus lines with the chicken. He carried a toy bow and arrow set. He wore an alarm clock around his neck. When…
  • We're On Vacation!!

    The Best American Poetry
    11 Aug 2015 | 7:50 am
    We're taking a much needed break until September. We hope you are enjoying your summer. Stacey & David
 
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • The Gist of the Most Recent AWP Commotion

    Harriet Staff
    28 Aug 2015 | 1:00 pm
    Publisher’s Weekly sums up the ruckus surrounding accusations leveled at AWP this week, after a piece at Huffington Post by Kate Gale–Managing Editor of Red Hen Press and one of 18 members of the subcommittee involved in planning events around the 2016 conference in Los Angeles–fueled a social media fire, and was subsequently taken down by the author (replaced with this apology: “AWP Is Us”). PW obtained screenshots of the original. Jacket Copy also has the story: “It looks like AWP has a diversity problem.” More: Gale’s piece … followed a…
  • Google & Central Saint Martins Team Up to Make Poetry Installation

    Harriet Staff
    28 Aug 2015 | 11:00 am
    BT.com reports that Google has created a billboard that will “[turn] random words into poetry.” “Called Poetrics, the installation is made up of 17 LED panels that display the words spoken into microphones placed at street level as randomly created poetry. It has been placed on the hoardings around the development site of Google’s new Kings Cross offices for passers-by to interact with, and is promoting the Knowledge Quarter’s upcoming Curious Arts Festival.” The project is the result of a competition run in partnership with University of the Arts London’s…
  • Young Poets Bare All: What Is a Culture?

    Amy King
    28 Aug 2015 | 9:35 am
    Don’t swear so much. Aren’t we decorous? What Is a culture? It’s an enormous detailed lie lived in, wrought beliefs, A loving fabrication. What’s good about it? Nothing. It keeps you going, but institutionalizes inequality, killing, and forced worship of questionable deities … –Alice Notley, Culture of One As an educator, I’d be remiss if I didn’t remind myself—and others—that I’m always learning, and that includes when I walk into the classroom. Yes, I’m there to instruct, advise, and model, but it turns out that these kids today, as negative as we…
  • The Translation Process of Pizarnik’s Diana’s Tree

    Harriet Staff
    28 Aug 2015 | 7:30 am
    Last fall, the publication of Yvette Siegert’s translation of Argentine poet Alejandra Pizarnik’s “canonical poetry collection” Diana’s Tree (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2014, with an introduction by Octavio Paz) led her to lecture about the process at places like Oxford, and to publish excerpts at The White Review and TLR. Siegert expands on this with a new essay, adapted from her Oxford talk, at The Chronotype. It gets real alchemical: “Octavio Paz alludes to this cult [of Diana] in his Introduction, which is built brilliantly on the conceit of the encyclopaedia…
  • Juliana Spahr’s That Winter the Wolf Came Featured at The New York Times Sunday Book Review

    Harriet Staff
    28 Aug 2015 | 6:00 am
    The New York Times’s Stephen Burt reviews Juliana Spahr’s newest collection That Winter the Wolf Came, published by Commune Editions. Burt, poet and Professor of English at Harvard University, writes favorably about Spahr’s understated lyric technique: […] It’s hard to quote Spahr in ways that show how good she is, because, phrase by phrase, she keeps her writing austere. It depends on successive overlaps, on slow builds, so that over several pages we discover (for example) what the BP oil spill, the dispersal of Occupy by the police, the price of Brent crude, the…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • For Sale

    dc
    23 Aug 2015 | 5:44 pm
    Upside down sofa for sale, An artist’s impression Of a Polaroid photo, A serious joke, Owned by a weird couple Who live in a strange house, A smoke and pet strewn home Haunted by furniture. Collection only.
  • My Fridge

    dc
    21 Aug 2015 | 5:51 pm
    Late at night My fridge talks to me, It’s afraid Of the future, We’ve been through So much together And it’s heard whispers I’m on the look out For new comrades And affiliates, New confidants, Fresh stock. It gently gurgles tears, Shudders sadly and gripes As I sit drinking tea, Shopping online; It knows things, Things I’ve done, People I’ve wronged And the lies that I’ve leaked, It’s got dirt, It knows what I get up to Late at night When I’m feeling low, And it’s a tittle-tattler, It never stays quiet, It keeps the truth fresh, Cold on the tongue, It’s a…
  • Collars Up

    dc
    6 Aug 2015 | 3:11 pm
    Everyone’s making cheese Freckled with fiction And stolen personalities, Collars are up for the weekend, There’s a songbook for idiots And a handshake for the poor, Bitter aspirations are popping Like filched Prosecco bubbles Fizzing wildly as the sun sets, Cheap labour smiles all crooked Serving fillet steaks and fries In broken English And en masse on the lawns, All banter and mythology The chosen circle themselves and feast. Everyone’s wearing chinos, There’s a tide of vermillion, Great Britain’s red and rustling, There are silver spoons rattling, Hoorays to the…
  • From Next Door

    dc
    31 Jul 2015 | 6:14 pm
    A dog whinnies And the sad laughter From next door Wafts humiliation, All stark In the darkness And broken, In the background A grandmother Walks in circles, The stereo grinds to a halt; Their patio doors Slide like an autopsy blade And all that’s left Is a muffled collapse, A rhythm of steps And the mightiest sound Still unnamed.
  • Edit Your Day

    dc
    14 Jul 2015 | 5:32 pm
    They called it ‘Edit Your Day’. People had started recording Their entire lives And the world was just Edited highlights. Nobody took anything or anyone Seriously anymore. Everyone was disgusted With each other. Nobody was famous. Everyone was famous. Mischief collided with misery And it all fell apart clip by clip. For the next hundred years Nobody recorded or watched anything. Then some smart arse with a lighter Lit his fart on fire And the whole thing started again.
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    Robert Peake

  • The Essence of Instinct (Film-Poem Online)

    Robert Peake
    3 Aug 2015 | 2:57 pm
    Click here to watch   The Essence of Instinct for Charles Darwin That summer you were alone with your thoughts, which is to say you were never alone. Nuage. Vapours. The Narwhal. Collecting iridescent bugs in your barely-visible net. Cataloguing, by sputtering candle the endless lists, ink darkening the corner of your mouth. Your armament of facts was nothing much to her, as she tested your reflexes with a pin. Birdwatching. Beetles. Pheasant blood-ruffled, shot-riddled, a black stone’s coup de grâce. Once there was no pattern, the crochet unpicked by needles, coloured threads,…
  • Help with Your Summer Reading List

    Robert Peake
    16 Jul 2015 | 11:55 am
    [UPDATE: this offer has now come to an end.] In celebration of summer, I am making a special offer available that should be particularly enticing to international readers. Purchase The Silence Teacher and The Knowledge together and you will get instant access to download the e-book In Pieces free of charge as well as … wait for it … free shipping on both physical books (yes, including international orders). If you already have one or more of these books, this is a great way to introduce them to a friend. I am also happy to sign and/or personalise the books — just…
  • Upcoming Readings: Ledbury, Leicester, London

    Robert Peake
    17 Jun 2015 | 6:57 am
    The summer and autumn months are looking good for poetry. I will be giving a variety of readings, in a variety of different formats, at various locations throughout the UK, between now and the end of October. Ledbury Poetry Festival, July 4th, 15:40 — 16:00 I will be reading from The Knowledge as part of the “20 Minutes With…” series at Ledbury Poetry Festival. This is one of Britain’s best-loved poetry festivals, and I’m excited to attend. More» The Saison Poetry Library at London’s Southbank Centre, August 5th…
  • New Poetry-Film Essay Online

    Robert Peake
    15 Jun 2015 | 1:33 pm
    The film-poem genre has attracted considerable interest from various disciplines, and is beginning to gain astute critical insight as an emerging artistic form. One excellent vehicle is the German-based Poetryfilmkanal website. I was delighted to be asked to write an essay for them about the fascination of the film-poem. The relationship between art and memory has always fascinated me personally, and in this piece I regard memory as a kind of aesthetic glue holding the two genres in relationship to one another.  You can read the full essay, “Mnemosyne’s Tango: Poetry, Film, and the…
  • Writing with Integrity

    Robert Peake
    12 Jun 2015 | 4:52 pm
    What stories are ours to tell? The Atlantic’s response to a young white male poet contemplating hanging up his pen because of these categories in which he finds himself makes the fine point that guilt is never a good reason to stop making and sharing one’s art. Yet a fresh spate of plagiarism allegations in the poetry world, combined with the recent furore over racially transgressive conceptual poetry, has me contemplating authenticity, integrity, and the implications of what we write. I dig into all of this in a new article for HuffPost Books. For me personally, it comes down to…
 
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • Two Months Past the Elections, Turkey Still Does Not Have a New Government

    Elvan Katmer
    27 Aug 2015 | 1:35 pm
    Elvan Katmer, Turkey Correspondent Last Modified: 16:35 p.m. EDT, 27 August 2015 ANKARA, Turkey – On June 7, 2015 Turkey went through general elections for a new government. The ruling party, Justice and Development Party (AKP), main opposition party Republican People’s Party (CHP), Nationalist Movement Party (MHP) and People’s Democratic Party (HDP) passed the10 percent […]
  • Erawan Shrine Bombing, Religiously Motivated or an Ancillary Attack Against Thailand’s Tourism?

    Victoria Copeland
    26 Aug 2015 | 4:18 pm
    Victoria Copeland, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 19:18 p.m. EST, 26 August 2015 BANGKOK, Thailand – The brutal terrorist attack on the Bangkok Erawan Shrine, seems to be another in an ever increasing string of violence that is plaguing the world. Unfortunately, terrorist groups like Islamic State (IS) have bombarded us with increasingly violent, bizarre, and […]
  • The Complicated Dynamic of Arab’s Love-Hate Relationship with the Rest of the World

    Vineeta tiwari
    18 Aug 2015 | 11:54 pm
    Vinita Tiwari, Middle East Correspondent Last Modified: 02:55 a.m. EST, 19 August 2015 MIDDLE EAST – The relationship the Middle East maintains with other global nations is complicated. Whether political relations or social ties, trying to understand the depth of Arab’s love-hate relationship with other countries sometimes seems like an impenetrable task. Without taking into […]
  • Portrait of a Suicide Bomber, DNA Identifies Turkey ISIS Terrorist who Killed 32 People

    Victoria Copeland
    5 Aug 2015 | 9:19 pm
    Victoria Copeland, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 00:20 a.m. EST, 06 August 2015 SURUC, Turkey – The recent suicide bombing which occurred in the town of Suruc was a highly publicized terrorist act, one of the worst perpetrated in this predominantly Muslim country.  Israel has long been victimized by suicide bombers, but now this killing strategy […]
  • Turkey: Top 5 Reasons for the AK PARTİ Failure

    Elvan Katmer
    27 Jul 2015 | 10:04 pm
    Elvan Katmer, Turkey Correspondent Last Modified: 16:20 p.m. EDT, 30 July 2015 ANKARA, Turkey – In the previous analysis of the recent elections in Turkey, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan’s was largely to blame for the failure of the AK PARTİ or AKP party to maintain its majority control of parliament.  There have been many elements affecting […]
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    Best Poems

  • You

    Anindita Guha
    28 Aug 2015 | 2:50 am
    Anindita Guha I had a thousand words on my lips As I looked in your eyes You were excited Explaining the new theory that you had discovered About how it will take you to places I just wanted to touch youread more
  • The Moment

    Anindita Guha
    28 Aug 2015 | 2:47 am
    Anindita Guha The glass crashed on the floor I could not hear the noise Just the pieces shattering on the floor I bled As the tears flew And my heart pushed itself out from my lips A wailread more
  • The Moment

    Anindita Guha
    28 Aug 2015 | 2:46 am
    Anindita Guha The glass crashed on the floor I could not hear the noise Just the pieces shattering on the floor I bled As the tears flew And my heart pushed itself out from my lips A wailread more
  • Mrs Galatea

    Drora Matlofsky
    27 Aug 2015 | 4:28 am
    Drora Matlofsky Every morning The key in her back was wound up. Mrs Galatea went to the kitchen, the bathroom, The children's room, Walked down the stairs, Up again All around the house Until evening.read more
  • The light within by Jitu Das poems

    Jitu Das
    26 Aug 2015 | 10:35 pm
    Jitu Das It was in the evening, I was sleeping , Then the darkness started spreading , I felt miserable ,around me evil was dwelling , In my ears they started whispering, every nightmares reminding, From:  Jitu Das poems Copyright ©:  http://jitudas.blogspot.in read more
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    Art Comet : Poetry & Literature Blog

  • Fairy Turtle T-Shirt for sale at ZAZZLE

    Anthony Souls
    16 Aug 2015 | 8:40 pm
  • Custom Coloring Book Pages and Greeting Cards: Contact me for prices.

    Anthony Souls
    15 Aug 2015 | 9:36 am
    Thinking of trying a business idea:I will create you custom greeting cards and custom coloring book pages for a determined price at discussion.If anyone has a need for a greeting card to be unique.Or wants a coloring book page that doesn't exist yet to unwind with.Then please contact me or pass this message on to your friends.Payment for the product would be through paypal or facebook pay or some other easy to use payment system.Take care, Thanks, Anthony
  • Please Pray for Us. Please Pray to God for us. Through Jesus Our Lord and Savior. Amen.

    Anthony Souls
    11 Aug 2015 | 6:18 pm
    Please pray for my fiancee and Me. I really need God's and Jesus' and The Holy Ghost' guidance. Sometimes I don't know where I am heading. So much has happened in our lives. Sometimes I feel like I made my fiancee go down wrong paths. Sometimes I feel like I'm ruining our lives.Please pray that God will let us know. I know God is. But please pray also. I really will appreciate it. Pray that God will let us know the truth and will Guide our steps. Will not let us falter. Please. Thank you, Anthony With Love Through God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost, 
  • Comforting Bible Verses to ease my soul.

    Anthony Souls
    6 Aug 2015 | 10:50 am
    Comforting Bible Verses:Hebrews 13:5Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.Proverbs 3:5-6 Authorized (King James) Version (AKJV)5 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart;and lean not unto thine own understanding.6 In all thy ways acknowledge him,and he shall direct thy paths.Romans 8:28Authorized (King James) Version (AKJV)28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.Isaiah 41:10Authorized (King…
  • Thanks to God on Blue Moon

    Anthony Souls
    1 Aug 2015 | 9:13 am
    I want to thank God and Jesus and The Holy One for everything. For communicating with my soul and with me. For using others to help me. For humbling me to His Greatness. A lot of times I ask God for help, I get upset like God is silent and not responding, and I ask for forgiveness a lot. But we need to also take out time to thank God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost for all that He does for us. Thank you Jesus for dying for our sins. That we won't be in Hell. Have a chance through Your Blood to be with you forever. To have love in our lives. I know I am not perfect, I know I get confused, I know…
 
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    Poet Mom

  • Sunday, Sunday

    January
    23 Aug 2015 | 7:36 am
    Feel like the last gasp of summer is happening. Last week, we were in Atlanta visiting with family (photos from the Georgia Aquarium). Today, we’re going to a Red Sox game. Next week, the kids start school—and so do I. *sigh* The last two months have gone by quickly. Here in the Boston area, many schools held their last classes around June 29, so the kids have only been out of school two month. Part of me thinks it’s been the right amount of time. Of course, I wish we had a few more weeks to play around.Because I’ve been spending most of my time with the kids, I haven’t been as…
  • WBUR: Boston Poetry Marathon Kicks Off Friday

    January
    15 Aug 2015 | 4:41 am
    It a bit of a surprise, my poem, "Hoodie," was featured yesterday as part of a WBUR story on the Boston Poetry Marathon happening this weekend.My thanks to Jim Behrle for including me in the segment.The marathon is in full swing! Go hear some of the best poetry happening in the Boston Area today. Congrats to the organizers for putting together such an amazing event.
  • Boston Poetry Marathon 2015

    January
    14 Aug 2015 | 2:47 am
    The Boston Poetry Marathon Starts today! Look at all the fabulous poets reading during the next three days. Each poet reads for 8 minutes. I'm on the early side, tonight at 7:16. So, I'll read and then sit down to hear most of this amazing lineup.Read more about the Boston Poetry Marathon.Hope to see you there!(click to enlarge)
  • Audio: Summer Poetry Reading with Meena Alexander, Ross Gay and January Gil O'Neil

    January
    6 Aug 2015 | 1:18 pm
    My deepest thanks to the Academy of American Poets and the New York Public Library for including me in their summer reading series. Hear Meena Alexander, Ross Gay (with Aimee Nezhukumatathil), and me from our July 14 event.
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    4 Aug 2015 | 9:05 am
    I am now the mother of a 10-year-old! Where has the time gone? And how did I get so lucky with this beautiful, creative, strong, determined, quirky, amazing young lady?This confession Tuesday is for Ella Rose.I haven't spoken about this in a while, but about two weeks after she was born, Ella was diagnosed with a coarctation of the aorta. In layman's terms, she wasn't getting enough blood flowing to her lower extremities. When she stopped feeding suddenly and started breathing shallow breaths, I would have dismissed it if it wasn't for my mom who told me just get her checked out just to be…
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    cottonbombs

  • The Science of Art

    cottonbombs
    2 Aug 2015 | 11:08 pm
    Einstein tinkered at the piano before coming up with his theory Michelangelo dissected bodies to become a better painter art and science spin like an electron chasing an inspiration balanced by a neutron given by the Big Bang and God so that so many years later our greatest scientist is inspired by Chopin cutting into the relativity of all artistry.
  • Heaven’s Punchline

    cottonbombs
    21 Jun 2015 | 8:44 pm
    I’m hell bent on reaching heaven but not tonight if I get there great if not I gave it my best shot and should I meet the Devil I trust he’s got a better sense of humor than Saint Peter and we’ll laugh at how close I came to making it to paradise.
  • Get Get

    cottonbombs
    9 Jun 2015 | 7:57 pm
    It’s easy to blame past lives for the mistakes of this present life that’s what makes me an optimist it’s not my fault it was my fault I’ll do better starting now I just wish I was a Buddhist so I could believe this shit.
  • Memory Will Forget This, Too

    cottonbombs
    31 May 2015 | 9:41 pm
    In time memory will forget this, too. Hell, one day not even I will remember what I did today. Sure, it all seems so relevant now but now so is fickle if you think now lasts forever you too are a fool drunk on the boilermaker of never and forever which makes us throw up now the spin of the world mixed with the sitting on our ass drinking so much something is happening even when it’s just getting progressively drunk and suddenly sentences are running together and we don’t care so we don’t put a period down even when we think we ought to just out of spite. Weird cause we’re not spiteful…
  • Why I Challenged The Prince To A Dance Off

    cottonbombs
    17 May 2015 | 9:42 pm
    We shit we fuck we love we hate we are all the same we rise to poetry we’ve all peed where we shouldn’t have peed we sink to desperation we lose ourselves to music and to anger we need the sun we build calendars to the moon and to emperors whom we are enslaved to two thousand years dead still we look to the stars we are selfish we are giving we need to need we need to pray knowing our God could be anywhere and everywhere too busy to worry about us today.  
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    Dark Matter

  • A Conversation May Have Never Happened

    Tony Brown
    28 Aug 2015 | 9:25 am
    It may have been a conversation  held entirely in my head as it was dark wherever we were, there was light around our faces, I don’t know who you were then and am still unsure who you are at all but I address you now  as if I do know, much as we addressed each other in that conversation, as if we were intimates enmeshed  in deep caring for each other, and who we were in fact was less important than how we did not stop to consider it at all as we told each other things that mattered  without caring what would happen  to the information later except that we were saving each other,…
  • Late August Waking

    Tony Brown
    27 Aug 2015 | 3:01 am
    Summer’s work is almost over; it prepares to retire as Fall comes in fresh  to the game, crisp as any rookie. The two meet  before dawn, nod  and shake hands. I pull the blanket a little higher and think about turning off the window fan.
  • Joey

    Tony Brown
    26 Aug 2015 | 10:38 am
    Raised in a fist misnamed “family.” Open wound holidays. Silent scar dinners. At first sign of having grown up  enough, was thrown like a party into  full war footing.   Precision became a refuge — exact words, sure placement of blows and slashes.   Raised a torch seeking honesty, dropped a hint, found haunts and safer dangers to call home. When asked about all this there was never much said, just a star-cut side-eye, a shrug like a blue vein twitching. If you kept asking questions you got hurricanes and spider invasions and hands, dirty hands, raised in familiar fists,…
  • The Sheepdog Klezmer Orchestra

    Tony Brown
    25 Aug 2015 | 7:47 pm
    Originally posted on 7/21/2010. A klezmer band purchases a sheepdog to act as band mascot.   They change the name of the band to The Sheepdog Klezmer Orchestra. In their hometown south of Detroit, The Sheepdog Klezmer Orchestra plays weddings so often that the sound of a clarinet in the street prompts proposals, engagements, elopements… The Sheepdog Klezmer Orchestra begins to travel widely and soon achieves a degree of acclaim.  Everywhere they go, they bring the sheepdog  (known to the audiences only as The Sheepdog) with them.  He lies on stage during their sets, perking up for…
  • WeCanWorkItOut (AllYouNeedIsLove)

    Tony Brown
    25 Aug 2015 | 12:48 pm
    An hour from now everything will likely be all ironed out. Flattened, unwrinkled world to come, we await you and your generous spirit, your lack of complication. We shall sit here and contemplate the  impending grandeur of  such perfection, brought about by good intentions and the sincere and rhythmic wringing of hands to songs we’ve heard a million and one times; what joy that it finally worked, what joy that our boundless optimism has not been in vain. An hour from now we’ll surely be able to sing  so sweetly, so unencumbered by nagging doubts  that there was something…
 
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    Heartful Whispers

  • 08/08/2015. Brother.

    28 Aug 2015 | 5:03 am
    Mischief sparkles in his eyesLike the stars he forgets to look up toHes too busy with the tick tick ticking of his tabletFully absorbed in virtual worlds whereHe plays the hero I knowHe will one day grow up to be.And cameras make him strike poses thatgoodness knows where he knows them fromHis confidence grows with the inches he marks off on my shoulder.Hes older but I still remember the days he was no bigger than a loaf of breadHis head no bigger than my handAnd now he stands here, warmed up and ready torun with the wind into the future,Determined to forget the days when he couldnt even…
  • 12/08/2015. Tangled Roads.

    23 Aug 2015 | 9:35 am
    Tangled roads unwind before us.Sand grains falling up the hour glasswe are once again at the first glance of confusionthat beckoned a new adventure.A lifetime elapsed,and still no time has passed;the second hand is stuck,stuttering at the moment before goodbye.Because the word scratches too painfullyat the backs of our minds,where the nightmare lives in itscage of silence.And nothing is real unless you say it is.Time is not measured by what day it is,it's measured in the degree of bitternessin the salt of tears we didn't cry from ourbrave faced masks and silent lies,and unspoken truths from…
  • [Guest Poem] You.

    16 Aug 2015 | 9:34 am
    If my mind was an oceanI had sunk to its deepest depths Catatonic, continuous contemplations of death Filled my mind Wondering how I could bring her to me I wanted more than this seductive fantasyIt needs to end in ecstasy A search lasting an eternity So close to insanity So far from realityYou woke me from an infinite slumberOnce again reality was something that my eyes saw,my ears heard and my heart feltBlindingly luminousDeafeningly resonantCelestially transcendentYou ~S.A~
  • 20/03/15. Writer's Block.

    20 Mar 2015 | 9:11 am
    Writers blockIt’s not the nightmare you dread because you can’t write anymore.It’s the reason why.Because it’s like nothing inspires you,This infinite cosmos just tires youand nothing really matters enoughto immortalise it in the ink of a digital screen.You scream in frustration,hoping the noise will wake up even a single sleeping brain cellAnd set into a motion a train of thoughtthat ought be on the right track for a half decent poem.But you lack the capability to get that farAnd you end up stuck at the screaming partTrying to kick start a chamber of your sceptic heart, So that it…
  • 31/01/15. Unity.

    18 Feb 2015 | 5:21 am
    Written for performance at the Unity Dinner, held to commemorate the opening of the new Prayer Rooms in University of Nottingham's Sutton Bonington Campus (04/02/2015).Sometimes I look at the world around me I'm astounded by the dichotomy,surrounded by division and unfairness and despondency Where people are a commodity, Facing the worst atrocities, There’s striking inequality unrest and animosity. War, illegal methodology Peace? Leaders of hypocrisy A policy of Dishonesty,Uncontrolled monstrosities This cacophony of a reality becomes so hard to bear,when I look at the world around me.But…
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    DaPhunkeeProfessor.com

  • REMIND The Senate That Native American and Black Lives Matter

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    27 Aug 2015 | 6:56 am
    It is high time that these four Senators hear from the concerned citizens that they claim to represent!!! While they quickly proposed a bill to protect lions based on the hype around the tragic killing of Cecil the Lion, to date they have done NOTHING to address the hundreds of murders of private citizens by law enforcement. They obviously need to be reminded that people who believe that Native American and Black Lives Matter vote. Their candidacy needs to be based on more than kissing the police union's behind.BOMBARD the phone and fax lines of Senator Bob Menendez (New Jersey - D);…
  • Citizen Trump: The Re-Birth of A Nation

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    23 Aug 2015 | 1:14 pm
    It became apparent to many people in 2011 that the GOP had become a parody of itself. For many years, it had been regarded as a political party comprised of two types of people: millionaires and suckers. With each presidential election, the accuracy of this assessment becomes more and more apparent. The GOP debates have taken on the feel of a game show like "Hollywood Squares" or "Family Feud". Taken directly from the corporate merger playbook, the party has made numerous efforts to co-opt and consolidate a myriad of special interest, right-wing and white supremacist groups into the fold;…
  • VOTE for Mwalim: 'Best Instrumental CD' 2015 Indigenous Music Awards

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    20 Jul 2015 | 1:47 pm
    2015 Nominee in the Indigenous Music Awards - Best Inst. CDWINNIPEG, CA - Public Voting for the 2015 Indigenous Music Awards is now open and Mwalim DaPhunkee Professor's award-winning jazz album, "Awakened By A Noon Day Sun" (LMMGM/Spirit Wind Records) is a top nominee for "Best Instrumental CD" (Category 11)."Awakened By A Noon Day Sun" is the winner of the 2014 New England Urban Music Awards 'Best Male Jazz' category as well as the 2015 Silver Arrow Award for 'Best Native Jazz' album.To register, sign in, and vote, the Indigenous Music…
  • POEM: Street Teaming , Impressions & A Dumb-Ass

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    1 Jul 2015 | 8:23 pm
    I'd like to thank the punk-ass who keeps ripping that poster down;We've replaced it 4 times already.You see, each time you rip it down and we hang it back upThat's another 400+ people seeing it.It's called "impressions."We hang itA bunch of people see itit becomes part of the sceneryYou rip it downWe wait a few daysand replace it.Which means more people are seeing it, thinking it's a new post.If you rip it down three more times,You're helping us gain a full house!!!7 Impressions make the sale!!!Thank you!!!Imagine, if you can a venue...Say, 976 Main Street in Cotuit, MANow I want you to…
  • POEM: Progress?

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    27 Jun 2015 | 3:18 pm
    My feelings about the flag coming down in SC & Alabama are the same as my feelings about the legalization of gay marriage:I'm wondering why I'm not getting any comments from my right-wing friends about his past issues with the law and drug dealing?Hmmm...A nice gesture and distractions from the more pressing issues surrounding race relations and homophobia in America.We've been under the thumb so long, that the smallest victories are seen as huge. Kinda like the excitement my formerly incarcerated colleagues felt when they could buy Ramen Noodles and Slim Jims from the canteen.So, about…
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    Miklos Arany

  • Awake

    MA
    17 Aug 2015 | 1:40 am
    The first life to love Is the unknown Prometheus still Warm in every heart, still light When the sun is down And the restless sleeper abides
  • Love Will Find You

    MA
    8 Aug 2015 | 10:56 pm
    at the eleventh hour when no stars are aligned and your bridges fall as ash like angels like kisses like tears
  • Ghosts

    MA
    26 Jul 2015 | 3:03 pm
    Will there still be light when we are finished With this world, taken the future from today? Or will darkness fall like a blanket of sleep As sterility grips every water, fire envelopes Every forest, and our desert of imagination Crawls across the world like armies of ants? Yes, there will be light, there will be lovers In the dry of riverbeds; one will take a dream Of flowers and another bathe in starlight, Cool as the ghosts that take us in embrace.
  • Mirror’s Edge

    MA
    13 Jul 2015 | 8:41 pm
    There were times when my life and dreams were perfect Reflections, the moon and stars suspended in the water And the sky, a diary of wonders written while they lived, Everything to me before they died like submerged cinders. Years of growing further and further away from love and I am nothing but the shell between myself and the world Of warmth and shadows, my animating spark a memory Vague and shifting as a lost world of unborn prehistory. Want and fear face each other in me like a hall of mirrors, Tripwires and trenches in a moonscape of losses, every Dip and rise surrendered to an angry…
  • Name

    MA
    30 Jun 2015 | 6:39 pm
    What we are called, ash-feathered fliers, Lead hearts with a spangle in, still alive In name despite extinction of our fires; What we are in body, remembering all.
 
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    Gatsby's Abandoned Children

  • “You’re looking good for being on Adderall.”

    Jeremiah Walton
    11 Aug 2015 | 2:00 pm
    It’s 1:52 am 2400 mg of gabapentin Standing in line at a cafe, w/ crumpled bills & a stained coffee cup, hoping for free burnt home fries or a Snickers something I’m hungry & high They don’t have burnt home fries “I hated coffee when I was homeless. Drink two cups, you’re jittery, hungry, stomach hurts,” the barista says. “Yeah man. Your stomach squishing together, crunching caffeine, askin for more,” I say. I left the cafe w/ a small coffee w/ no cream & cinnamon, walked across the street to Neeko & a cute girl w/ glasses & torn…
  • mushrooms 4/7/15

    Jeremiah Walton
    11 Aug 2015 | 1:56 pm
    Dishes pile like moments you had to grow sunwards, silenced Sunrise drunk rooster mornings cock-a-doodle-doo stomp Our family ambles into the Condo collapsing into piles of blankets & filthy sleeping bags wet with beer & this morning’s heavy breathing. Day cranks the contrast & the lights go out. Candles lining window sills gurgle the dark quietly Romeo found needles in his blankets after Sasha passed out in his bed because her air mattress is fucking with her spine as much as the stripper poles her and Alice rattle against, like hummingbirds trapped in bells. Johnny has been…
  • Sadness requiring an ambulance

    Jeremiah Walton
    11 Aug 2015 | 1:37 pm
    PART ONE A poem written from the perspective of a dragon A poem written from the perspective of a dream A poem from the perspective of someone playing pretend so hard it becomes real (all my ghost ships are real & the stars glued to the ceiling are more radiant than any constellation) A poem from the perspective of a noose that doesn’t want to be tied doesn’t want blood, but knows its purpose. A poem written from the perspective of a drunk text message to the wrong number A poem from the perspective of a mute vegetable with the knowledge there’s a bomb coming There’s a bomb…
  • my lover & I promised to not fight in the mornings

    Jeremiah Walton
    4 Aug 2015 | 12:26 pm
    Listening to bebop in the shower & smearing doodles in the steam clinging to the glass. Good morn. In the great clock’s throat is the sound of rain hitting a baby’s ears for the first time and this new day is measured w/ the sound of ice melt in warming whiskey I’ve been drinking a lot lately There’s a glass of Everclear mixed in grapefruit juice next to my bed as I write this I start the day with a cold shower Last night’s happy sloshes in my stomach There’s too much joy to stand so sit, knees pushed into eye sockets as water washes over my skin’s gibberish…
  • The coke ran out

    Jeremiah Walton
    26 May 2015 | 12:08 pm
    Sitting on the back porch exhausted. The coke ran out. The back porch is depressing tonight Flies & Mosquitos fly thru the open back door I’ll sweep their corpses off the kitchen floor a couple days from now. Two kids are fucking in my bed upstairs I can’t hear them My lungs hurt like trees bombed with chemicals for a greater cause. There is something greater than this back porch going on somewhere. I am not there I am on a back porch decorated with cigarettes & shaken light light with too much fizz. The soda pop crackle of dawn will be ignored today I’ll lie in bed…
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    Poetic Hope

  • Friday's Thought

    28 Aug 2015 | 5:52 am
    I hope this gives you something to think about. I know it gave me a lot to think about.I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Thursday's Thought

    27 Aug 2015 | 5:53 am
    I hope this gives you something to think about.I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Wednesday's Poem

    26 Aug 2015 | 10:08 pm
    This poem tries to explore my views on faith. FaithRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Wednesday's Thought

    26 Aug 2015 | 6:07 am
    I hope this gives you something to think about.I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Tuesday's Poem

    25 Aug 2015 | 3:47 pm
    I am so grateful for the struggles that I have had in my life and the lessons that I have learned from them. I look forward to the lessons that I will be learning from the struggles that are too come in my life. This poem explores some of the feelings that hide behind that reasoning.Longing to GrowRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
 
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    Poetry Lobby

  • Trust No One

    poetrylobby1
    23 Aug 2015 | 7:18 am
    Trust No One Be careful with how easily, we choose to fall in love There are vultures, who look to pray on you from up above This is true, we must watch those closest to our hearts Sometimes I think that cupid places poison on his darts It’s a jungle in this world, like survival of the fittest There’s frost bite on my heart, so I don’t believe in happy endings I just wish that I had known ,this game of life in the beginning I’d be one less happy soul, who could of probably end up winning Louis Thomas CEO of Poetry Lobby Store: Click Here
  • Puzzle Pieces

    poetrylobby1
    24 May 2015 | 8:08 am
    In a world of neglected children with misguided dreams Where to trust someone, is more complex than it seems Though love can be good, it can make us blind Just another lesson you’ll learn with the test of time With each broken heart, you loose valuable puzzle pieces Talking doesn’t help, when it leaves you speechless Left dodging unexpected blows I don’t know, how this true love thing really goes..
  • Spoken Word Poem | Different Times

    poetrylobby1
    25 Feb 2015 | 7:17 am
    Expections the same, In different times How we have failed to evolve, it blows my mind Somewere, a kid is being forced to go to college The explanation we’re given by our parents is, to get get a good job, you have to get the knowledge But what they don’t tell us is, there are college graduates working at Wal-Mart, McDonald’s & KFC We live in different times, is what we consistently, fail to see This is a monumental mistake, that has cost us dearly As the financial bubble were in, continues growing yearly When it burst, the harder it will send us crashing down Like a…
  • One Last Time | Poem

    poetrylobby1
    22 Feb 2015 | 7:05 pm
    I want to be with you, dont ask me why I want to hold your hand, under the starlight sky Trust me baby, just one last time I love you woman, thats the bottom line Take a leap of faith, as we watch the falling moon An aproaching apocalypse, we’ll soon be doomed War, lust, poverty, inflation, drugs, capitalism & greed One last time, can please have peace Take a trip, some place we’ve never seen Do all those things, we once could only dream So until our clocks have failed to wind Can you do these things with me, one last time Poetry Lobby Store:  Click Here
  • I’m Going On A Diet | Spoken Word Poem

    poetrylobby1
    20 Feb 2015 | 9:50 pm
    I’m going On A Diet Five words at the start of the year, people often say but never do We start, but but do we make it through Im going on a diet Not just physical, also a metaphorical one So I will be stopping the things, that should not be done No more late night snacks, or ice cream cones No more lying down next to my telephone I’m going on a diet Can’t stop now, I have to much to loose No more waking up and pressing snooze I’m counting my calories, while cutting back That means friends and family, who aren’t on the same level im at I’m going on a diet…
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    Powerful Views

  • My Heaven… My Home!!!

    Karan Gandhi
    23 Aug 2015 | 9:06 am
    A beautiful home In Paris or Rome, With roofs or domes Let’s search while we roam! Away from the race The rush and the chase, Where I can praise The beauty and ace! I need my place With abundant space, A homeward grace To happiness embrace! I’ll saunter and stroll Through hillocks and knolls, A home with a soul Is my only goal! Let’s traverse the road And reach my abode, Where burdens unload And life decodes! Finally I’ve found The holy ground, With a fence around My dwelling profound! Look through the window You’ll see the rainbow, And observe flamingos Dance in the meadows! I’ve…
  • The Happiness Shack

    Karan Gandhi
    19 Jul 2015 | 2:07 am
        We sat on a rack Of a lovely shack, There was no lack Memories flashback! With my friends three We looked to the seas, To happiness and glee We found all our keys. We turned to the skies From lows to the highs, Looked up to the rise We seized our prize! We uncovered the mist As nature we kissed, We grasped in our wrist Life’s value and gist. We looked to the sun With anxieties none, We suddenly won Our pleasure and fun! Contentment grows Amidst natures glow, All friends, no foes Here gladness flows. You’re invited as well Try the joyous smell, Ring natures bell And forever…
  • Thank You Dear Rains!

    Karan Gandhi
    19 Jun 2015 | 9:57 am
    Drip and drop They just won’t stop Mounts and hill-tops Experience your slop! You come down as grace With drips on our face Your descent from space On all cultures and race! Plants and the trees You mask with your breeze Cold winds at the seas They result in a sneeze! The pakodas and tea Are the happiness key You charge us no fee For our pleasure and glee! Massive are your blessings In God-sent evenings Savoring and relaxing Your presence so calming! Both, poets and authors Are inspired by your showers The earth receives answers Through rains and its waters! Our hearts so long To sing your…
  • Thank you so much

    Karan Gandhi
    29 May 2015 | 9:19 pm
    Dear Friends, I am overwhelmed with your appreciation on articles and poems posted on this blog. Your encouragement means a lot to me, and inspires me to write more. Today, I’d like to introduce you to my website http://karangandhi.org/. While the blog has a collection of my poems, views and reviews; the new website is primarily covering Perspectives & Thoughts on Leadership, Human Capital Management, Strategy, Learning & Self Improvement. I hope that you relish reading this website as much as you enjoyed my blog. A few articles posted on the website are: Attitude of Gratitude…
  • You’re a Golden Sun

    Karan Gandhi
    20 May 2015 | 9:49 am
    Your golden rays, They always amaze No words to praise, Your supernatural glaze. You light our dawn, A new day’s born We finish our yawns At the sunny green lawns. You continually slog Be it mist or fog, No attention you hog What a thankless job! These mountains and skies They shine through your eyes, The lows & the highs You bestow at sun-rise. You bless us with heat Your glimmer so neat, In by-lanes & streets You confer so sweet. Red, orange and yellow They unite to say hello, Your touch so mellow You’re a jolly-good fellow! During monsoons and winters We miss your splinters,…
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    Amazing World of Poetry

  • Spiritual Deceit and Social Inequality

    17 Aug 2015 | 8:31 am
     You said: "We are spiritual brothers and sisters. We are all sons and daughters of God" If this your statement is true, why do monster of inequality hikes always in your temple. Why do you honor especially the ones who have great possessions and wear rings of distinction on their fingers. By your hypocritical flattery you try to gain favor of the rich in order to embellish your insatiable mortal life with their money.. You are also deceiver of the poor. You convince them to put their last coins in your…
  • Abode of Everlasting Father

    16 Aug 2015 | 10:47 am
     In the idea of my mind everlasting father of universe has place of living. He is ideal of perfection and lovely spring of goodness. His holy name is my identity. His will vibrates inside my brain. His kingdom is my true property. His food nourishes my inner being. He leads me never on the wrong way and always protects me from powers of evil. Poetry of creative vision by Igor Marinovsky, is available under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 license. For further guidelines see Copyright Policy. Image "The Universe is Created" by Paul…
  • Monologue of Free Thinker

    11 Aug 2015 | 2:32 am
     We were friends in the prime of our youth. But now we are separated by wall of  bitter division. You joined  group of the just and became very "righteous" Now you consider me damned creature of evil. because I do not believe in your demanding doctrines. You think that only your group has the light of truth and the dirty unbelievers should be punished and condemned in their absence of will to be obedient to the rule of your judgmental god. You invite me always to the meeting of your…
  • Two people on the estranged streets

    9 Aug 2015 | 8:50 am
     Two people, young girl and older man are walking on the estranged streets. Two book of hidden words are in their hands. In their heart there is ardent wish to improve the world and destroy evil people. Song of free equality is far away from them. They seek salvation in their personal subjugation to the high authority of the chosen. Fear of independent thinking controls their souls and does not allow them to be liberated from manipulated influences. Gaining converts is their business and the obedience to the unjust…
  • To the Enemy

    8 Aug 2015 | 6:39 am
     You! Sunshine of truth - owner of bloody daggers, You dare to think you are successful warlord. Oh, slave of your will, go away with your spears. How long I should die for you? Why should we learn good ideas through loss of human lives? Why cannot you do something with your own effort? You take swipe at everything. Go away, icy rock of powers! How long I should die under your rule. With help of your money the fat colonels teach to murder their own prophets. You, slaves who dare to be our leaders, you will…
 
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    Confessions of a Forced Extrovert

  • Naked Memories

    27 Aug 2015 | 8:19 am
    I remembered you Tiptoe around the House, naked; And my fingers ached For your familiar touch, And our memories Under your skin.
  • Don't Stop Loving Again

    23 Aug 2015 | 12:20 am
    Love, Oh Love! Oh, Love! You excruciatingly Painful Love! The always Elusive Love. Always wrenching Our hearts, Making our Soul writhe In a moment Of unending passion. Oh Love, and Your gifts of Loneliness, And de trop Wisdom! Yet, how I Crave for you In nights, Destitute of Your memories. How I crave For love, To be loved. And I am Not afraid To say that I love you, Oh Love, and Get my
  • Deafening

    22 Aug 2015 | 2:25 am
    When the whole world is fucking eachother's Brains out in a feverish frenzy Late at night, I am going mad with their deafening screams, While trying to hold on to her Fake orgasmic memories.
  • Road to Perdition

    20 Aug 2015 | 8:37 am
    The roads at night Seldom complains of Their drudgery of the day. Serene and tranquil, They toil hard to Take each wanderer To their destination. Bring them a little Closer to their home. Grey clouds takes A leisurely stroll Across the dusky sky, And the day slowly Turns to sleep Facing the other side. The night puts an End to our daily, Mundane routines. And the roads Come home. Dank, dark,
  • La Douleur Exquise

    19 Aug 2015 | 9:01 am
    You made it quite clear, And I should have been gone by now. Back to the bowels of hell. I should have entombed myself Within the lonely lairs Of an endless memory in sepia. But I was too touched by your words, Fell too much in love with you To be without you. So what! Its better that I be late Than to not learn at all about my True worth for you. So, I'll take leave now and Bury you within
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    The Ravaged Valley (Blog) dot com

  • The Ravaged Valley Presents, The Stew, A Poem By Dominique Hodnett

    !Dominique Hodnett
    27 Aug 2015 | 7:35 pm
    The StewA PoemBy Dominique Hodnett The sheep went to the field to find a mealThe Farmer left to check upon the sheepHis wife would wake to find him gone from homeShe had to leave her children all aloneThe boys awoke without the smell of foodThe girls woke up to sounds of brothers' groansThey all were sick of whining and complaints So they went to the kitchen for a change The girls did what they saw their mother doPotatoes in the pot to make the stew The boys sat at the table spoons in handDrool dropped down from their mouths onto their pants The girls were fed up with all the chantingThey…
  • The Ravaged Valley, Reflections, A Poem By Dominique Hodnett

    !Dominique Hodnett
    24 Aug 2015 | 10:45 am
    Reflections A PoemBy Dominique HodnettThe rain has stoppedThe sun is upPuddles reflect, The warmth of the sunA cozy glowWe didn’t see,The drops fallBut we know they didThey left their markWe see ourselves in themOne of us passes by,Then the next person sees One thing we all shareThat single momentThat passing glanceA temporary homeThat welcomes us allWe never stay longWe have places to goAnd people to seeNot much time,To stop and thinkOf all the other facesThat once were shownBut then were goneWhere did they go?Right here I supposeWe're not much different,From themWe share the same…
  • Adele Archer By Dominique Hodnett

    !Dominique Hodnett
    20 Aug 2015 | 9:44 am
    Adele ArcherBy Dominique Hodnett 
  • The Ravaged Valley, Roach Adams, By Dominique Hodnett

    !Dominique Hodnett
    19 Aug 2015 | 8:30 pm
    Roach AdamsBy Dominique Hodnett
  • The Ravaged Valley, Self Portrait, By Dominique Hodnett

    !Dominique Hodnett
    19 Aug 2015 | 5:41 pm
    I'm creating a new section for art. Here is the first submission.           Self Portrait               By Dominique Hodnett
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    Illusory Realm of Poetry

  • I like my space

    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    26 Aug 2015 | 2:12 am
    I like my space was written by Alexander Smoljanovic I like my space I like my space and have not much You try to take it all from me Though there are times I seek your touch most times alone I’d rather be Once it was hard to be apart when loneliness could cause much pain emptiness... Read More The post I like my space appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • Kissed by a rose

    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    13 Aug 2015 | 3:54 am
    Kissed by a rose was written by Alexander Smoljanovic Kissed by a rose Kissed by a rose I realize that words like thorns can make you bleed. I never will apologize accepting love I did not need. I acquiesce and seal my fate agreeing to the things you ask. I wonder if it was too late and... Read More The post Kissed by a rose appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • When light will no more shadow make

    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    2 Aug 2015 | 6:15 pm
    When light will no more shadow make was written by Alexander Smoljanovic When light will no more shadow make I am here only visiting. Your earthly sphere is not my own. This dimension is limiting composed of particles unknown. I see your world not as you do and understand your innate plight. Stern views on life that you hold true... Read More The post When light will no more shadow make appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • Three years you now have been my wife

    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    21 Jul 2015 | 7:53 am
    Three years you now have been my wife was written by Alexander Smoljanovic Three years you now have been my wife This is our anniversary. Three years you now have been my wife. You did become that somebody that I did find to share my life. I love you more than years ago when I asked you to be my bride.... Read More The post Three years you now have been my wife appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
  • She seeks new life forms to possess

    Alexander M. R. Smoljanovic
    15 Jul 2015 | 9:39 am
    She seeks new life forms to possess was written by Alexander Smoljanovic She seeks new life forms to possess The alien is bodiless. No solid mass that I could see She seeks new life forms to possess. Her life force is raw energy I hear her thoughts and feel a force that strives to overcome my own. I must not... Read More The post She seeks new life forms to possess appeared first on Illusory Realm of Poetry.
 
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