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What is poetry? We all agree that haikus are a form of poetry, but what about the 12,110 lines that comprise The Odyssey? Pop ballad Don’t Stop Believin’?  What about spoken word, like Dis Poem? And what about tweets? Okay, maybe that’s pushing it. After all, Quentin Tarantino once said, “You can’t write poetry on a computer.” (We beg to differ.)

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Picturing the “Past Perfect” Perfectly
Missing Zero

Photographs, like honeycomb Cells capture sweet memories Of static moments Too fleeting to be digested At the time of composure A stolen glimpse of carefree Indolence with friends Or family gatherings Around age celebrations or Announcements of magnitude Some milestone achieved And happy, smiling faces Making a show of bravery Come what may Secure in the knowledge that Tomorrow never, ever will be A mere facsimile of today.

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Destination Unknown
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I remember the first time I encountered Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken”. I was in 6th grade and Miss Clark had given us the poem to memorize. When I shared this news with my dad, he instantly perked up (let’s face it, elementary school homework doesn’t often elicit parental joy). But this time? Here was his favorite poem — something he could share with his daughter in the form of homework disguised as life lesson. He sat with me as I attempted to commit each line to memory, reciting the verses ad nauseam. ” I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” And it worked. This one line became my compass at pivotal points in life: contemplating college and graduate school options or the difficult decision of whether to accept a position in New York City, try to stick it out in Boston or move back to California. In those moments, I kept coming back to the divergent roads, knowing that the path I chose would ha

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Three Poems (Word Game, Bargain, Rescue me not) ~ Musings Of A Kashmiri
Forgotten Me and Other poems

[ Word Game ] All at once We again played a disparaging game with a word F-R-E-E-D-O-M Memorized and then Forgot I am not surprised even a little I am known to our history from ages. ~¤~¤~ [ Bargain -] I am the last trader from a jovial trading tribe of an abandoned language you love the more than you love me Come Lets bargain This trade of words won’t last for the next night-fall Fast Come Walk into brisk steps like seconds of a Time-Clock pass in a moments blink Fast,Come Lets bargain or its too late An alphabet-pointy and bold-for a dear promise to keep indelible our trade A twisty script for a rummaging autumn rain which never falls without our echoes Come Lets bargain Or its too late Fast or its too Late. ~¤~¤~ [ Rescue me not-] I die every other day of your mournful looks Its too late now, to wear ashen smiles to rescue me ,My Beloved! ~¤¤¤~ -Omair Bhat

Words of wisdom I read gave me the idea
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Do your Best, Prepare for the Worst Words of wisdom I read gave me the idea I once lived in a house, I owned with a nagging spouse I now rent a cottage I made my own The nagging spouse made trouble He said he felt for neighbours and friends But he felt for himself Only to find he had to learn the hard way I learned by listening to the wise words A loyal person once told me he was wicked God taught me to look before I leap, undo the evil planned for me A heartfelt person, quietly spoken Soothed my words Good people taught me to celebrate life When justice triumph’s He wandered of the straight and narrow And became a ghost amongst others He was addicted to thrills and led an empty life Finding the pursuit of pleasure is never satisfied I found joy traveling the wild Rather than living with a nagging spouse I do my best now, sometimes preparing for the worst I now have trust in God and eventually I see victory (c)barbmca

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Cracked Time Of The Rain
Maxima
Dry mouth
Ministry of Animals
You Have Been A Friend, Philosopher & Guide, Thanks Dad
Mission Sharing Knowledge
I Love you Jesus! (a poem i found from years ago)      
Mom & the carney boyz
May Be
Visions - As I See
Infinite Sunsets
sorceressyntax
Vile vulture
Sharmishtha Basu's poetries

Hey mister vulture with one leg dangling in grave strutting around young girls thinking you are a peacock sooner or later if curses hit the right place you will end up in bed with a money greedy vampire with warm, young flesh! This is for those old men, too common in India that make the lives of young women a hell, and force them to disrespect old men! Sadly being a single woman I meet them too often, and their shamelessness is beyond words! I believe even if someone kicks them like football all across the neighborhood they wont change! Apart from that, I believe that God wont take them and hell is too scared to have them, that’s why they live a long life dragging their leg (the one out of grave)! bringing curses to almost every lip that is cursed to live around them!

Darkwing Dubs brings Brisbane warmth to MPU
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Darkwing Dubs (aka Scott Sneddon) is being dragged down from sunny Brisbane and into the basement to help warm up your last-Wednesday in June before our winter break. Along with Dubs, we also have the all-too-infrequently seen Elizabeth ‘Lish’ Škec, and a diverse open mike, curated by the man-in-the-hat, Randall Stephens. The Basement Architects 1:1 31 Niagara Lane, Melbourne (CBD) 7pm, $10 entry/ $9 conc/ $8 MPU members DARKWING DUBS After years of performing in theatre shows, with hip-hop crews, poetry collectives, bands, beatmaking and DJing, DARKWING DUBS has come to the fore as one of Brisbane’s most exciting and dynamic performers. With a wry sense of humour, tongue in cheek observations of the world and a little bit of earnest ear bashing, his performance poetry has allowed him to travel across the country as a word-smith with the best of them. He’s been published in 2012’s Going Down Swinging and Queensland Poetry Festival Anthology 2012, but his strengths lie in th

Lets create some beauty
David Divine Brooks

Write some lines or name this poem in progress,have a great one Posted on May 10, 2013          A poem currently being created ,you can name it or you can add lines in the comment section and i will put it all together and re post with full credit to all artists .lets create some beauty today……so far we have great lines by david divine brooks, Leo,Heartafire and Kalabalu,vassillis,the running son all artists here on wordpress.check them out and add your lines …spread the beauty       Today is simple   find some beauty   it’s everywhere you look   it’s in the dust floating through   the sunbeam softly cascading upon   the dimly lit room,   And the bottle of whiskey awaits   patiently   to be opened and served   while my girl is in the bed   waiting for me,   the sun-light dances off her surfaces   I want to memorize   the scent of her,   lick the sweet fragrances   of her silhouette,   Dream with my eyes open   to feel the fire within   softness in your voice   a melody   caress my soul

6/19/2013
This Mess Has A Face

I color their eyes and faces darker than ever before, these little drawings I make. there is such beauty in high contrast. when you alter the settings you realize all color is just an illusion. the visual spectrum is a conscious effort. a long line of lies. other dimensions are far from real in this realm. dark or light figures are just dreams. and yet I know where we are going. don’t lead me on with your trite and true. I wrote these stories long ago. a vision in passing, it is now happening. a madman would scream it. I shall recess into posthumous fame. two dozen lives later I’m still ashamed. the web now can be cast greater and farther than ever before. yet the ears have not changed. I have morphed into a new creature entirely. yet a small kitten I remain. cast dice you say? I am the game.

Right Side
dishonestguy

Caught it I caught it I caught it between the throes Of trying to decide Whether to live or lie And then divide What’s left inside Of your mind’s eye Withering and failing To avail myself of your persuasion Nothing but a minuscule Black and blue abrasion To the right side of the middle It only hurts a little

Creative Attunement June 19, 2013: Artist’s Inheritance
The Write Alignment: Your Daily Creative Attunment

We’ve all heard people talk about divine inheritance, familial inheritance. Those things that are our birthright, or things which we come into as a result of our connections. Our being. Some would say that our divine inheritance (if you believe in divinity) is the capacity to love, and to have a soul. Just to name a few. Our familial inheritance, may be literal monies left for us, or a particular viewpoint or skill that we have as a result of our fathers, mothers, or perhaps even family friends. But what about artists? Do we have an inheritance? Do we have an attribute or a possession that is bequeathed to us because we create? Because we are “born to write”? “Born to draw”? “Born to think outside the box”? Do we have something that is uniquely ours, that can be accessed to benefit us, and, by extension, the world? If so, what is it? Is it physical or spiritual? Or both? And whatever it is, where is it? Is it an inheritance that we can know or

Lightening Strikes
~ Changing Tides ~

Stripping us bare Devoid – unrecognizable – sometimes Love can leave us ©2013 jill terry jillterry.com

A Very famous Poetry.
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Hello! how are you everyone today I am here with you with a very very famous poetry named “Banalata Sen” written by Jibonanondo Das.”Banalata Sen” was composed by Jibanananda Das in 1934 when he was living in Calcutta, at a time in his life when he had lost his job of Assistant Lecturer at the City College, Calcutta. The relevant manuscript was discovered and labelled Book-8 while preserved in the National Library of Calcutta; the poem occurs on page 24 of this manuscript. To see the cover photo of Banalata Sen please click here. And to download the full book click below. DOWNLOAD

Prairie Fire
haiku by kule

fire on the prairie seen and unseen wildlife run not knowing just why. © 2013 by Ron Kule, Poet. Reserved.