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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: May 2014
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Wednesday, May 21, 2014. On each foot raised. On the pads of aboriginals. Like the sun does daily. Like the moon when she is full. Like the coming of the fresh pure breath. Dashing and dangling the smell of Earth into the air. And the ice princess. As a chalice is lifted. Holding to her lips. She rose that cup. Above those beneath her. 169; Susan Marie. Posted by Susan Marie. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Based on a work at susanmariethinktwiceradio.blogspot.com.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: She Rose
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Wednesday, May 21, 2014. On each foot raised. On the pads of aboriginals. Like the sun does daily. Like the moon when she is full. Like the coming of the fresh pure breath. Dashing and dangling the smell of Earth into the air. And the ice princess. As a chalice is lifted. Holding to her lips. She rose that cup. Above those beneath her. 169; Susan Marie. Posted by Susan Marie. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Based on a work at susanmariethinktwiceradio.blogspot.com.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: September 2014
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Friday, September 19, 2014. Looking into your own. My whines and cries. The way my hips. From side to side. And how my palms. How it makes you feel. In all of my. If it is the same feeling. When cool sweet breeze. Brushes against your face. On a day, sweltering. Upon your tired brow. Drop by sacred drop. Or if it is like jumping. Or it may be. Like witnessing a dream. Is that what you witness. As well as your mind. And that what you see. Looking into your own.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: I Call You Self
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Thursday, February 6, 2014. I Call You Self. I call you self. Mirrored in an iris. The dew of morning, fresh. I call you self. No weights nor burdens. Speaks volumes of ages. I call you self. Alive in the turbine. The deep rich soil. I call you self. That kisses my cheeks. As my head tilts upward. Towards skies of cerulean. I call you self. For I love self. And self is love. And all of this. As the deep black dark. Velvet coat of night. As the rich morning burst. For I am you.
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Susan Marie : Writing
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Spoken Word Poet, Writer, Author, Broadcast Journalist. Poets and Writers Org. Penguin Random House First To R. Penguin Random House Panel. Poetry Verse on Vimeo. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). On Mogul It is tiresome being human with a beating heart. I wish to close my eyes to horror, yet my soul was made to speak. . Too Much, Too Raw, Too Real, Too Quick. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. 169; Susan Marie.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: March 2014
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Saturday, March 29, 2014. Like peaches in summertime. How they cool your brow and palette. That is sweltering,. Or how the speech. To explain the thoughts. That explode inside my brain. Like atoms, splitting. And I can write. Of the speech of animals. Foreign to the human sense of sound. And how only they comprehend,. And I can even write of God and the heavens. The beauty of the skies at dawn and sunset. For us all,. I can write of it all. Yet not one word. To my very own.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: January 2014
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Wednesday, January 8, 2014. Like Mt St Helen. A most fiery explosion. My hands are lined. But the souls of others. And I have risen them. Yet now, I wish to rest. That the world is on fire. Bear my melodies and songs. They are my cries. As angels in choir. Do you hear my voice? Of those before me. A most heartsick feeling. And my spirit is reeling. And in the middle I stand. To peek over the ledge. And my neck cranes. To the farthest borders. To the great continents.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: Miss Mother Nature
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Wednesday, January 8, 2014. Like Mt St Helen. A most fiery explosion. My hands are lined. But the souls of others. And I have risen them. Yet now, I wish to rest. That the world is on fire. Bear my melodies and songs. They are my cries. As angels in choir. Do you hear my voice? Of those before me. A most heartsick feeling. And my spirit is reeling. And in the middle I stand. To peek over the ledge. And my neck cranes. To the farthest borders. To the great continents.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: you are like the sun, shining
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Tuesday, February 25, 2014. You are like the sun, shining. You are like the sun. Like when the cold rain. Settles deep within your. And city smog clogs your lungs. You are like the. Sun shining on such days. A bird flutters by. With the flowers budding through. Mother - Father nature. Gather in cirrus wonder. Trying to block you. Like a stone tossed and turned. Flipped over three times. Skipped across a pond. Ending on the bank of a river. In dirt and silt. A part of history.
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings: Such Things These Eyes They Wish To See
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Poetry - Live Audio Readings. Tuesday, December 31, 2013. Such Things These Eyes They Wish To See. I wish upon embers. Falling from my eyes. Like the sunset over Makkah. I wish i can take flight. Searching for its place. And i wish that my gaze. May one day fall. Upon the both of you. As Muhammad must have smiled. A love so rare. As the love i have for you. Last poem of the year, for my two brothers]. Posted by Susan Marie. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Such Things These Eyes They Wish To See.
