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Shimon Peres has been a prime minister and a peacemaker. Now he's a poet.
For years, Ly Van Aggadipo served as the spiritual mentor to many Cambodian refugees in this old mill city, guiding followers at the Glory Buddhist Temple through family issues, work problems and recurring nightmares from the horrors of the Khmer Rouge.
DAY DAWNERS Awake day dawners, you sleepy yawners! A new day dawns, life's chasm yawns! ---------------------------- mindbringer, 7 November 2009
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
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.
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.
Young's Court at 2 PM © by Lawrence Elliott, 2005 I'm an empty canvas. Over the next couple of hours, I'll take shape, as the artist fuses together shadow, light and color. He hoists me on his back attached to an old wooden easel spattered with paint.
Plagiarizing poems A prisoners' newspaper at a U.K. jail may have to axe its poetry page if inmates don't stop plagiarizing poems in a bid to win a $37 prize.
BBC NEWS | South Asia | Taliban slick propaganda confronts USFrom Dawood Azami for the BBC Persian and Pashto service. He highlights the propaganda mostly in Afghanistan. As far as the Pakistani government is concerned, they have lacked the competence and sincerity in winning the hearts and minds of those affected by the turmoil.
I've made a lot of blogs on my MySpace page in the last year..so today I'll be bring them..a hint to some...there will be some poems and blogs that I made about myself. Here's a link to my MySpace:
This poem I found is about a homeless woman, which i have been numerous times in my young adult life. The reason i do foster care, is hopefully to prevent some of our kids landing on the streets, especially the teens that are in the system and will be in the system till their 18.
Sitting here deep into writing my memoir, feelings of longing are filling my heart feelings of purpose, and who am I I am strong, and can overcome anything, and i am always strong for others, till i write about me and my life and i become weak, desperate to prove something,desp …
While I have attention here, I want to move to remove fear. For without fear, it can be clear We can start to persevere. In the dawn of our new day, We move the clouds, remove the gray. Then of course they'll come to day, We all want to live this way.
Poet heads to Washington for reading of lines on love Kristin Berkey-Abbott's hopes of reading her poetry at the Library of Congress were dashed two years ago when her application was returned for not having enough stamps. Berkey-Abbott had to wait a full year before re-applying to the library's popular Poetry at Noon series.
I was taught to smile and please. Is that okay? Can't I be upset and cry? Can't I shake my head and sigh? If I open my mouth to speak Is that okay? Can I yell or whisper, jump up and down? Can I stamp my feet and frown?
Hark the angels Harold sings, bring me cars and boats and things; Susie wants a baby doll, one that pees all down the hall.
This is what I feel each and every morning as I climb out of bed joints spasm in unison, muscles groan in agreement red corpuscles array themselves against the white
Mirror Image Went to sleep, To awake in a dream. Lookin' in a full length mirror An ogre stared back. Shards of mirror,
Poetry of Jim MurdochA great collection of poems from a great Scottish writer Jim Murdoch.
Bright thing Stripes and color Shape of curve. Willing the water Resting in sand Being Being Being. Let me allow myself that time That time to sink in sand. To be washed by water To be just what I am. It is a spark It is a universe It is silent It calls out.
Sunset. Gulls leap into the air Fly into the sun. I stand on the sand. Air, sun, birds, light. The air is gentle. Whispers of the waves. Breeze in my hair. Gull squawks goodnight.
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