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One Second Past Midnight | Poet's Parlor
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley. One Second Past Midnight. January 1, 2017. QKJ #1 January 1, 2017. One step at a time. 6 thoughts on “ One Second Past Midnight. January 1, 2017 at 11:57 am. Adoring all the water references. Let us swim together! This way we can make it safely through the rapids…. Liked by 2 people. January 1, 2017 at 3:02 pm. Liked by 1 person. January 1, 2017 at 3:16 pm. Liked by 1 person. You are...
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He’s A Cold Radiator | Poet's Parlor
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley. He’s A Cold Radiator. January 4, 2017. He is made of stern stuff. Rigid lips that refuse grins. Hands, cold, clammy, limp. Handshake if he offers. I’ll bet his toes are cold. He gives off chilly vibes. From the corner where. He stands and glares. 4 thoughts on “ He’s A Cold Radiator. January 4, 2017 at 3:03 pm. Gosh, I can visualise this guy so clearly! January 4, 2017 at 4:29 pm.
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He can only speak in poetry | Björn Rudbergs writings
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Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side. He can only speak in poetry. January 10, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). He always thought that. Could be built as essays (unabridged). That if he listened after-. Wards he’d be allowed to speak his mind. It’s like crossing ridges. Once you reach the highest point it’s downhill. To the valley below. But timeslots slips; the aged librarian. And builds his thesis,. Breath by breath,. Strong with reason walled with words. Juxtaposed to synthesis;.
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Twiglet #6 – The Twiglets
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What’s A Twiglet. January 10, 2017. December 30, 2016. A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to prompt a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but note that comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays. 17 thoughts on “ Twiglet #6. G) twiglet 6/ whether, or not / wp julesgemstonepages. January 10, 2017. January 10, 2017. Whether, or not. Twiglet 6...
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Twiglet #4 – The Twiglets
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What’s A Twiglet. December 27, 2016. December 16, 2016. A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to prompt a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but note that comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays. 12 thoughts on “ Twiglet #4. December 27, 2016. Liked by 1 person. December 27, 2016. Unfinished Symphony Poet's Parlor. December 28, 2016. Https...
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Twiglet #5 – The Twiglets
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What’s A Twiglet. January 3, 2017. December 30, 2016. A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to prompt a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but note that comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays. 17 thoughts on “ Twiglet #5. S) Twiglet 5/ Gat (1.3) Jules Longer Strands of Gems. January 3, 2017. Liked by 1 person. January 3, 2017. 8230;] Twig...
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haiku | Björn Rudbergs writings
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Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side. Both beast and bride. March 6, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). There is something dark about the forests during winter here. The spruce is shadow, and paths are faint. I remember that my mother tied a bell around my neck so […]. Read Article →. February 20, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). Read Article →. February 6, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). Read Article →. Waiting for a ride. January 23, 2017. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). March’s Guest...
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Royal Eyes – THE POETRY OF PARADISE
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THE POETRY OF PARADISE. April 11, 2016. April 14, 2016. Turquoise It’s a calming color rooted in my mind. One that is lost in the greenish blue hue falsifying these nightmares of mine. But, I do not care for the fallacies of my reality as the lies keep me grounded within. So, I do not chase a broken spirit sins that dissipates in the wind. Life can be very transparent at times, yet astoundingly, profoundly unclear. Ironic I guessStill, I wonder if. As it all just seems so mediocre, dull, and vain. Life h...
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Sheryl's Sporadic Word Tag | A poetry blog | Page 2
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Sheryl's Sporadic Word Tag. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. October 12, 2013. This is an ekphrastic poem based upon a picture I took of the Cloud Gate, otherwise known as the Bean. It was a prompt for Poetic Bloomings for October 13, 2013. Because I could not elaborate upon an idea I had I simply turned my idea into a haiku form although it is not truly a haiku. For the eyes or for the mind. Please reflect on this. October 5, 2013. September 15, 2013. September 10, 2013.
