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January | 2013 | Art in Poetry
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Monthly Archives: January 2013. January 12, 2013. Sometimes we create barriers. Lack of a kind word, holding back, refusal? A lingering resentment unfortunate turn of phrase? Love and friendship suffer, when obscured by haze. Yet a raised hand can halt the northern wind. Or a child’s presence? But mostly open arms, that elusive grace. That comes from undemanding, maternal embrace. January 1, 2013. 8230;her violin played on.
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December | 2013 | Art in Poetry
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Monthly Archives: December 2013. Bench of Memories and Dreams. December 31, 2013. I sat on a bench of memories and longing. Have I lost my way and stumbled into heaven? Are my eyes filled with youthful enchantment? Or am I merely rapt in meandering deception. I feel behind me his knees pressing gently. How sweet is his touch, supporting me as ever,. His arm holds me firmly as always protective. Poetry by Stan i.S. Law.
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Exodus | Art in Poetry
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. November 19, 2014. He said Lo and behold, I give you Promised Land! As we listened, enchanted we bent low, elated. And hence we continue to stoop, ever hoping, to give thanks to Elohim, for this glorious right each and every morning, each and every night. Poem by Stanislaw Kapuscinski. This entry was posted in Art and Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Bench of Memories and Dreams | Art in Poetry
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. Bench of Memories and Dreams. December 31, 2013. I sat on a bench of memories and longing. Have I lost my way and stumbled into heaven? Are my eyes filled with youthful enchantment? Or am I merely rapt in meandering deception. I feel behind me his knees pressing gently. How sweet is his touch, supporting me as ever,. His arm holds me firmly as always protective. Of some gathering clouds on life’s moot horizon. But above all else, I am more than ever.
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. January 12, 2013. Sometimes we create barriers. Lack of a kind word, holding back, refusal? A lingering resentment unfortunate turn of phrase? Love and friendship suffer, when obscured by haze. Yet a raised hand can halt the northern wind. Or a child’s presence? But mostly open arms, that elusive grace. That comes from undemanding, maternal embrace. Poetry by Stan I.S. Law http:/ stanlaw.ca. January 1, 2013.
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Arctic Idol | Art in Poetry
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. December 31, 2014. My grunts vibrate over the North Pole,. Travelling right thro’ the growing ozone hole,. Then bounce and rise to the silvery moon. So well I can scream and howl, and even croon! Then I overdo acting, like the misbegotten hams,. And I roar louder, to drown the deafening drums. I also throw my weight around, jerk for all I’m worth! I’m the First, the Only, Idol of the North. Poetry by Stanislaw Kapuscinski. Aka Stan I.S. Law).
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Sunset | Art in Poetry
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. December 24, 2014. I liked staring, unblinking, into the setting sun. Painting the mists of far, far-distant, endless sea. Since I was but a little, lonesome, fearful boy. Sunsets made me elusive, protected, strangely free. I sat there looking at raging, insatiate orb of fire. I tiny, innocent, gazing at what might be. Beyond time and space, beyond the endless sea. Now I am old and hunched, still gazing at the sunset. Poem by Stanislaw Kapuscinski.
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. July 10, 2016. My head is full of wonder filled with roses? Bluebottles and poppies in fields of windswept corn. Swaying like open sea. It was the height of summer. I remember it well I was so happy then. I felt almost silly. My legs raised up, so carefree. Blue sky soaring above me, entwining puffs of cotton. He sat right next to me, his hand he touched me gently when. I remember it well I was so happy then. May 16, 2016. My gr...
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December | 2014 | Art in Poetry
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Poetry by Stan I.S. Law. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Monthly Archives: December 2014. December 31, 2014. My grunts vibrate over the North Pole,. Travelling right thro’ the growing ozone hole,. Then bounce and rise to the silvery moon. So well I can scream and howl, and even croon! Then I overdo acting, like the misbegotten hams,. And I roar louder, to drown the deafening drums. I also throw my weight around, jerk for all I’m worth! I’m the First, the Only, Idol of the North.
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