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Poem written by a teenage Bob Dylan for a summer camp newspaper in 1957. Christie's auction house is putting it up for sale in June.
A poem written by 17-year-old Samantha Revelus, who police say was fatally stabbed by her brother on Saturday in a bloodbath in their home, speaks of a strong woman much like her friends described her. Revelus, who was of Haitian descent, had just returned from Milton High School, where she had rehearsed the poem, "Acquaintance," and was to deliver it at a poetry jam on Thursday night.
Millions watched Elizabeth Alexander read a poem last month at President Barack Obama's inauguration. But few, so far, have chosen to buy it.
John F. Kennedy was the first American president to include a poet in his inauguration, and Bill Clinton was only the second.
A businessman paid $280,000 for an original 1860 handwritten copy of the classic poem that begins "'Twas the night before Christmas" and read it to friends at a party, an auction gallery said Tuesday.
World's Largest Knitted PoemThe Poetry Society rolled out its giant centenary poem at the British Library, London, an eye-popping, 13 x 9 metre. A hand-knitted version of Dylan Thomas's 'In my Craft or Sullen Art'
The 12 days of Christmas 2009: Poet Laureate's grim version for our timesTwo articles: The 12 days of Christmas (2009): Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy's grim version for our times It's the Twelve Days of Christmas - and just about everyone gets a festive roasting.The traditional carol has been updated by Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy - with a biting …
MY CHRISTMAS POEM Twas two days before Christmas, And I gather the gifts, I had to wrap all, And I had to move quick. I grabbed all the tape, The boxes and bows, Ran to my room, But then stubbed my toe. I yelped and hopped, And jumped down the hall,
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan PoeA Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe - Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That
DAY DAWNERS Awake day dawners, you sleepy yawners! A new day dawns, life's chasm yawns! ---------------------------- mindbringer, 7 November 2009
Como de una hibernacion, Totalmente una liberacion, Historias de passion y seducciones, Effectuadas sin presiones. Culminacion inesperada, Libertad atrapada, Sentimientos profundos desambilicados, Suenos y planes rapidos cancelados.
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Emily Dickinson - I see thee clearer for the GraveI see thee clearer for the Grave by Emily Dickinson
I rarely have intro for my pieces but I wrote this one back in 2003 about a mountain tribe indigenous to the Cordillera mountain range of North Luzon in the Philippines.
Few believe me when I tell them about you but then I couldn't believe you either. Now I relive the grace in your gestures sparely, like the comfort of gauzy curtains cradled by the gentlest breeze floating above me that with a quiet sigh fall upon my face.
I Wait In The House of Mourning by freebirdreaming He walks with me, I in the sun, he in shadow pearly sparks thrown intentioned into the path I choose my humanity is out of style He resolves it for me renders my adversity impotent, yet still a tool.
SONNET IN BEE FLAT There must be a place (but I've yet to find one) beneath the Sol-drawn dawn of autumn skies where cut-throat trout still find the heart to run and the fullness of Summer's life never dies.
EQUINOX FOX Vernon the aqua fox, swim fast 'ere Summer's fall; wade wide-streamed Autumn's lull. Your rust red coat and socks of white will fade at snowfall's call and, hunting just to keep kits full, at moon you'll howl and nip but fail at Winter's icy onslought gale.
SEA KING The sea. The sea... In my reverie, I seek my tea. ------------------------- mindbringer, 16 October 2009
No one, only each other can hurt the other, Related by siblings, mother and father, Hug of love, each time one another sees, Warring latter the hugs like a mortal enemies.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming of one, Endlessly searching to not be alone, Excess of feeling rush in for the one, Never would unwavering love be done.
Blood like ice, and nerves of steel, Who's to say how a man will feel? When the first time comes for the use of a gun, But, it's not like the movies. Killing's not fun. So, you wish to God that it wasn't for real. That's blood like ice, and nerves of steel.
From deep within is the rumble, Thinking off letting it out, great gamble, Molten steel coursing through every orifice, But just to act is not suffice.
BY CYCLES FALL Neaped by a circadian moon, I'd reached for you in spring tide love, you who under sighed lonely loon and rose on drafts yon turtle dove. So, my wide and dark Canadian sky, I who lack June's lunar stare, shall wither here upon this vine.
Ode to a Warrior Who gave us the Respite of Peace The years pass to life's end As it must for us all Sky Light softly changing to evening's last glow Star light fades to midnight velvet black
STALK MUSINGS I ended up a stalk one night. A stalk of beans you see How I did, I do not know Unless of course in dreams. Stalked by beans? Beyond their means. By harps that sing and talk? The best of beans you see Can talk to thee in dreams it seems.
There's only one man to beat, Can the QB take the heat? What goes through your mind, Gilbie, When a Raider's clear to catch the ball And no one's stopping Cassel as the Chiefs' back is to the wall. You the man, Gilbie, you the man. There's a time to step up, you the man. What go …
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