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1st Day of NaPoWriMo | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. In honor of PIPA/SOPA. NaPoWriMo Day 2 →. 1st Day of NaPoWriMo. April 1, 2012. Hooray for National Poetry Month! 1st poem is a short haiku, in honor of the 1st of April:. April Fools Day came,. Went, and I never even. Pulled a single prank. Tune in tomorrow for more NaPoWriMo shiznit. This entry was posted in 30 in 30. And tagged 30 in 30. In honor of PIPA/SOPA. NaPoWriMo Day 2 →. One response to “ 1st Day of NaPoWriMo. April 2, 2012 at 7:00 pm.
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Weekly Poem Project | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. Time and Light →. July 31, 2015. Hey all (does anyone even still read this anymore? Mike here. My online blog presence has been silent for the past few months / years / millennia. Well, that’s hopefully about to change. Starting today, and hopefully most Fridays, I’m going to post. Anything, as long as I wrote it and it is remotely a poem. It will be drafts, haikus, thought musings, anything that comes to mind during the week. Did I mention this? Blog at WordPr...
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In honor of PIPA/SOPA | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. 1st Day of NaPoWriMo →. In honor of PIPA/SOPA. December 27, 2011. Poetry can be a great protest. In the spirit of Internet freedom, here is one about putting up walls:. Mending Wall by Robert Frost. Do they make good neighbors? Isn't it Where there are cows? This entry was posted in Poems. 1st Day of NaPoWriMo →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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30 in 30 | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. April is National Poetry Month! So, in honor of NaPoWriMo. I’m going to tap into the 30 in 30. Project that happens every April. The rules are simple: write one poem for every day of the month. If you miss a day, that’s okay, you can catch up with multiple poems. But try to stay on track. It’s about habit: churn out one poem per day, no matter what kind of poem it is. One response to “ 30 in 30. Pingback: 1st Day of NaPoWriMo Brooklyn Poetry.
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NaPoWriMo Day 3 | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. Weekly Poem Project →. April 3, 2012. A little self-serving as a poem, but it’s NaPoWriMo–anything goes! 8220; On realizing I read the wrong book the night before a paper is due. It’s all too much, I cried. At the kitchen table surrounded by. The friends of mine whose love I. Depend on to get by. Because they love me and I work so hard. Because I do so much. I do too much. Student life was never my strong suit. I can’t get none. But I try harder and harder.
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Time and Light | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. July 31, 2015. The world stand still for a moment. Each night at sunset. To pause and watch the light fade,. As if to acknowledge the sun. For a job well done–. We’ll see you when we spin round again,. How fun will that be but, sun,. For a moment let’s pour out one. For the day’s work and guiding light. And to welcome the transition to the dark of night. Where stars pepper the fabric of space. Black but for the glow. Of these New York City lights. This me, my, I.
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NaPoWriMo Day 2 | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. 1st Day of NaPoWriMo. NaPoWriMo Day 3 →. April 2, 2012. Hired to sit in security booths. Welcome to the (white) American gated community. Also known as the bunker. Who woulda thunk it:. Takes vigilante justice to a new junction. Between self-defense and murder,. Suddenly we’ve never heard such a thing. 8220;That doesn’t happen here! Here, in America. And it happens all the time. We are the nation of gates, bars and walls,. Defend your own castle, your own turf,.
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Brooklyn Poetry | Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. | Page 2
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. Newer posts →. Dreams of My Father. March 8, 2011. It’s like watching someone sink into quicksand,. The more they fight to get out, the more it traps them in,. And it has been a journey unlike any other. Because there’s nothing I can do to get him out. And so I shout and I scream into the depths of the sand,. Although I know as the echoes reverberated under this land. That pain is just a feeling, but suffering is made. From lack of acceptance of the spades.
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Poetic License | Brooklyn Poetry
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Spoken from the heart, Word from the start. Welcome to my personal blog for posting the poetry and spoken word I write, lovingly named “Brooklyn Poetry” in honor of my hometown. At the moment I am a 5th year student at Boston University with a major in Cultural Anthropology and a minor in French. I did). Now that’s what they call poetic license. BU’s one and only slam poetry group! But don’t be like a giant record label making $20 on a CD that only took you 50 cents to make, m’kay? Enter your comment here.
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