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The Poet's Muse

Follow the journey of a Poet through the Ether's Mist as I release the Muse and record the Utterances of the Ages. Poetry from a life less ordinary. I am a real Renassiance man in the . (Hey, what century is this again, anyway? View my complete profile. Monday, July 16, 2007. Echoes among the laughter. Show the hidden truths. Casting a pall over the Earth. Even as the Demon's daughter. Comes to ease and soothe. Shadows etch across the pale. Moon, void of its mirth . The Warrior stands tall.

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THE POETIC OIKOS | Satiate your hunger for poetry!

Satiate your hunger for poetry! Stay updated via RSS. EE CUMMINGS: May I Feel Said He. WH AUDEN: As I Walked Out One Evening. PABLO NERUDA: If You Forget Me. JOHN DONNE: The Canonization. On NISSIM EZEKIEL: Goodbye Party…. Shrithi on NISSIM EZEKIEL: Goodbye Party…. On HENRY LOUIS VIVIAN DEROZIO: Fr…. Mridula on HENRY LOUIS VIVIAN DEROZIO: Th…. Jennifer pashel on HENRY LOUIS VIVIAN DEROZIO: Fr…. Constantine P. Cavafy. EE CUMMINGS: May I Feel Said He. Posted: May 25, 2014 in Uncategorized. It’s fun said she.

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thePoeticon - Poetic Illustrations

Drawing the Search for Love and Meaning. Poeticon is a minimalistic line drawing generated in a poetic mood using symbols. The poeticon depicts characters, situations and states of mind, incorporating approaches derived from the worlds of design, drawing and poetry. The Poeticon is about being optimistic and acting for a better life experience. Beating the tough routine with a positive say and a smile; delivering a smart message to the world, while always thinking out of the box. Love is a Key Feature.

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The Poetic Orchard | A garden of expression, grown among the stones of the Brooklyn streets

A garden of expression, grown among the stones of the Brooklyn streets. Worlds Away (Carnarsie Beach). September 14, 2013. A grey day,. A fall from the sky day. Watched by the eyes of those. Who would burn us while sleeping,. Our blue sky of freedom. 88th street is broad. And ordianry, in daylight. But on midsummer’s evenings. And touches the stars. A hooded young man crouches. And watches me passing. I long for my city. And my dreams of this city. I came full of hope. But its flame could. To get richer,.

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ThePoeticPaladin (Brant Coleman) - DeviantArt

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Or Call: 250.744.4357. To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable.". Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything. ". After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.". Where words fail, music speaks.". If music be the food of love, play on.". Sign up for our free e-mail list. Get the latest information on events,.

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The Poetic Paradox | Beautiful words, ugly world.

Beautiful words, ugly world. The Perhaps of Freedom. September 21, 2014. Birds in cages seldom know. What their wings can do. And those who drift among the lies. Can not tell what’s true. Perhaps the freedom that we prize. Is captivity as a whole. Or perhaps this freedom we desire. Is but an impossible goal. Perhaps the human condition. Has twisted what it means. To be free, to be self-governed. With none to intervene. Perhaps freedom should not. Determine just how free we are. To hang among the stars.

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The Poetic Photograph

June 14, 2009. Im going to see some friends from out of state. The very trip that you were supposed to take a while. But it fell through. Like all of you. Like all of you. Thought id make the drive but a free plane ride is in. And just like that my fear of it disappeared. Like all of you. Like all of you. And i look high and low for yesterday. High and low for you and i. Once i can see straight i might move somewhere cold. Seattle or the bay area; to see your ghost. Whats left of you. Whats left of you.

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sustaining myself with poetry | musings on life

Sustaining myself with poetry. March 23, 2015. Fifteen definitions of my favorite curse word. I hate everyone. i can’t hate anyone. i miss him. and him. and her. why does everyone leave. is it because i push them away? Is it because they get sick of me? I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I need to do a load of laundry. This coffee has gone cold. my mouth now tastes like puke. My cat just jumped on my stomach and started to knead and her claws are really really sharp. I really miss you. DREAM ONE MO...

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the poetic politico | discussing affairs of the arab maghreb and beyond

Discussing affairs of the arab maghreb and beyond. How the Tunisian Electoral Authority Robbed Me of the Right to Vote. November 13, 2014. Chafik Sarsar, the head of the Tunisian electoral authority (ISIE). Alright. Since I would be visiting The Hague, Netherlands, during the presidential elections (21-23 November), I decided to change my voting location to that office. Tonight, the ISIE released the names of those ‘selected’ to vote. My name was not on there and neither were the names of many, many ...