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The DPS: concerning futility
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It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Friday, December 22, 2006. Cast a stare into my own eyes. And their gaze envelops me in flame. Years of shattering skull. Into shards of failure - a broken face. On a wall of ambition. It dies, shattered. I die, in shards. The words you said to me. The way you couldn't turn.
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The DPS: September 2005
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It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Friday, September 30, 2005. The first poem "O Me, O Life" inspires me every time I read it. When I think about it through the lenses of faith, I agree with Walt on so many levels. "The endless trains of the faithless", "of cities filled with the foolish". How will I live for Christ?
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The DPS: pure fragment
http://wearethedps.blogspot.com/2006/10/pure-fragment.html
It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Thursday, October 05, 2006. Bow to it,. And grass leaves boil. Pour over not to tip. When the world is yellow. Orange, i mean to say). Make sure you bite really hard. And feel the grit between. The hourglass is broken. Posted by valerie salerie at 6:40 PM. Is good poetry intentional?
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The DPS: wind in hair, glancing offshore
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It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Wednesday, December 20, 2006. Wind in hair, glancing offshore. Wind in hair, glancing offshore. Stand with one leg. A little twisted to the side. While within I hold thoughts. Which for now I hide. Hold the shoreline alone. Lock my vision with watery gaze. On this ocean I find.
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The DPS: December 2005
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It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Saturday, December 31, 2005. The beginnings of a song. Nation from a worm. Planned outside of time. Will you wrestle again tonight. Some satisfaction to steal. From the Most High? Posted by Todd at 1:32 PM. His mother is lying in a coffin. And we are all. And am halted by a. Led by ...
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The DPS: die, dying, dead
http://wearethedps.blogspot.com/2007/03/die-dying-dead.html
It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Saturday, March 10, 2007. Die, dying, dead. It appears that this blog, like the weekly DPS meetings, is dead. I hope the vision doesn't entirely die. The DPS should be ressurected next year if the remaining members are not all too busy. May people be blessed by this dead site still!
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The DPS: August 2006
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It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Wednesday, August 16, 2006. Crystalline smells of Autumn flair brightly. In the nose;. Scenting their way to the wooden heart. Would that heart become enflamed with joy? Or guiltily sorrow and rot at the termiticity. Sinning its way to the calloused depths of woe. Die, dying, dead.
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The DPS: September 2006
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It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Friday, September 08, 2006. Return, return, return. Well hello folks,. Here's the low down on our friend the DPS. We will be meeting Tuesday nights at 7:00pm. Tentatively the meetings will be at The Rusty Snail. So, see you this Tuesday. Posted by shine.is.dead at 10:01 AM.
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The DPS: November 2005
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It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Tuesday, November 29, 2005. Taking hours of the mind to. Coerce this moment,. Guilt, stains, and a thousand broken promises. As I shed inhibition. While all of these clothes confess). The quick of this endless instant. Cut deep with machines and nakedness;. My greatest of moments.
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The DPS: October 2005
http://wearethedps.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html
It is our goal to deepen our understanding of English Prosody by studying and interpreting works from the Anglo Saxon period to the present. We also intend to further develop our own poetic vision by peer review and revision. Sunday, October 30, 2005. She sways in one sweeping movement. And we all see and gape. The feathers of Her hair-. The tremble of Her red brown red. Flaunting and floating, firmly rooted in the sky;. Soon She'll have neither hair nor colour to cajole. She'll melt in pieces:. The wint...
