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Chantarelle's Notebook
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Poets and Poetry Groups. Features a Poem Of The Week and more. An interesting idea. See for yourself. A community for poets and poetry enthusiasts alike. Online journal run by poet Kristy Bowen. Online journal accepting only formal, metrical poetry. Another fine poetry journal. A more eclectic online journal. A fine and elegant looking journal. NJ print journal with poets from around the world. Drown In My Own Fears. A small and interesting journal focused around the human condition. A portal for writers.
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gLp Designs: April 2008
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Discover the fun, funky, yet oddly practical side of gift giving. Wednesday, April 30, 2008. My first experiment was to blue copper using ammonia. I got the idea from BeadStyle magazine. I decided to try it on one of my copper byzantine link keychains. I carefully cleaned and polished the keyring to ensure the patina would cover the copper evenly. After two hours, there was quite a bit of blue on the copper rings. As it dried, the blue lightened up to a beautiful rich turquoise color. Links to this post.
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cheetaahh's spot: One Bird
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I am cheetaahh. Well, I'm not really a cheetah, but I love these animals and this is where I'm posting my poetry, photos for inspiration, and thoughts. Thursday, April 1, 2010. Speaking its own foreign tongue. To understand this language. Winged creature flies home. Labels: inspired by photography. A beautiful poem. I love the absence of any sharp line between human and bird. April 5, 2010 at 10:39 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A lovely day at the beach. Cheetaah's World of Words and Ideas.
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My Poetry: dreams to spare
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Wednesday, February 06, 2013. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life. Is rounded with a sleep .". The Tempest IV,i. Of course it's 'normal',. Part of the 'process'. But after 2 1/2 years, or. 30ish months, or. All the...
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My Poetry: February 2013
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Wednesday, February 06, 2013. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life. Is rounded with a sleep .". The Tempest IV,i. Of course it's 'normal',. Part of the 'process'. But after 2 1/2 years, or. 30ish months, or. All the...
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You're Just Not That Interesting!: 2008.04
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You're Just Not That Interesting! Garbage in, garbage out," they told us. We're out to prove them wrong. Things I will get to later. Would say. It's goin' down! The ongoing Lebron versus Wiz versus Jay-Z versus lame-ass-frat-boy-Jew-wonk-playahaters- who-think-Jay-Z-invented-rap-and-hate-Allen-Iverson feud. All that and more! After um. I finish this thing I have to work on. In the meantime, here's something for you to think about:. Not about Jeroen Krabbe. Who is Nelly Yukee? Things I hate today. Wait I ...
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My Poetry: opening
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Thursday, May 08, 2014. My coffee has cooled from the breeze that also makes the willow wisps sway and dance. The very first tiny lilac flower has opened, much like a sleepy child awakening from a nap on a picnic blanket on a warm day. I would sit in this moment, and I never need another thing.
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My Poetry: where's a musician when you need one
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Monday, October 22, 2012. Where's a musician when you need one. I think it's worse when they are kind, when they are friendly, when they "let you down easy". When they offer a real promise of friendship. Or worse yet, when friendship was all they ever wanted. Sometimes a handshake is just a handshake. This ...
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My Poetry: acorn
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Friday, March 22, 2013. And rest our heads,. Here I am unwound,. Your lover, and. Here our hands unclasp. And now I bid you leave. And in my hand, one acorn. That you will never see. Friday, March 22, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I take so many pictures. This is where I write.
