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POETRY BY STACEY: The truth behind the screen
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 11 May 2008. The truth behind the screen. Trailing the internet one lonely night,. Just by chance he found a site,. 8220;Find the woman of your dreams“,. It stated it was guaranteed. Out of curiosity he took a look,. A few weeks later, he was completely hooked,. When a photo appeared upon his screen,. So now she wanted to wipe th...
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Poetic Leanings: Red Molly: "Clinch River Blues"
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Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I? Thursday, October 16, 2014. Red Molly: "Clinch River Blues". Looking for music that captures the essence of the Americana sound? Https:/ www.youtube.com/watch? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Mountainside Field In Maine. An Ode To Sarah Palin. Boardwalks To Walk No More. Country 'Tis Of Thee. Damn, It's God. Designer Dogs And Their Looney People. Dreaming Of Mr. Rogers. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind. Fear And Hate Is Jesusland. Antho...
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Poetic Leanings: Poem: Ambiguous
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Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I? Saturday, June 6, 2015. Sit here quite anonymous. Don’t tell me it’s preposterous. Watched lions hunt rhinoceros (On “Big Cat Diary”). Sometimes thoughts feel bottomless. Rise within my consciousness. Lost in the metropolis. It’s all a vast necropolis. Behold the cold sarcophagus. Comes across as ludicrous. The weight of it is ponderous. One percent of us is phosphorus (Google it! Total friggin’ awesomeness. The world is often monstrous. Three Tho...
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Poetic Leanings: Poem: Penned
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Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I? Sunday, October 26, 2014. Pen moves with a mysteriousness. Often serving expressive outlet. Sometimes no more than cheap therapy. As words from infinite places. Or musings informed by life’s events. They are all of me, yet not solely. For the words exist in each of us. I have chosen to transcribe snippets. Here are a few. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Mountainside Field In Maine. An Ode To Sarah Palin. Boardwalks To Walk No More. My Life a...
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Poetic Leanings: Selma
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Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I? Saturday, January 24, 2015. I don't know if the movie "Selma" is an Oscar-winning worthy movie, or if its lead actor, David Oyelowo, and director, Ava DuVernay, should win either. Personally, my votes would lie elsewhere. I also wish a powerful, history-based film would have been more true to that history, especially as regards President Lyndon Johnson. So as I left the theater, my hope became that "Selma" might be a movie that is shown to schoolc...
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Poetic Leanings: Je Suis Charlie
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Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I? Tuesday, January 13, 2015. It is time to put an end to radical, extremism in all religions. Islam is currently the worst strain, but all three major religions need to keep their beliefs to themselves on a personal level. Http:/ www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/01/12/charlie-hebdo-cover-je-suis-charlie n 6458876.html. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Mountainside Field In Maine. An Ode To Sarah Palin. Boardwalks To Walk No More. Country 'Tis Of Thee.
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LostNights Scribblings: March 2009
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We wander upon this world with the burning desire to make just a little piece of it our own* The Photography, poetry and writings are of my own thoughts and philosophies. I created this blog for the pure enjoyment of the spoken word. Thursday, March 12, 2009. When my grandson would come over to our place, he’s so amazed by the cuckoo clock. It would bring back the memories of my grandmother I was very close to growing up. Cuckoo Bird Where Did You Go? Tis a happy day for me. I miss him again? After the b...
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LostNights Scribblings: In A Happy Place
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We wander upon this world with the burning desire to make just a little piece of it our own* The Photography, poetry and writings are of my own thoughts and philosophies. I created this blog for the pure enjoyment of the spoken word. Wednesday, October 21, 2009. In A Happy Place. A state of bliss. Nothing is going to bother me. It’s like winning a lottery. Only if I could hang on this feeling. All of my days. I have a neighbor. Who wont listen to his kids. But gets his advice. Not feeling any ills. Ith t...
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LostNights Scribblings: Lost Dreams
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We wander upon this world with the burning desire to make just a little piece of it our own* The Photography, poetry and writings are of my own thoughts and philosophies. I created this blog for the pure enjoyment of the spoken word. Thursday, February 4, 2010. I thought I knew the pain. How it was going to be. Only I’d stayed. What was so dear. Like secretes that fell. A leaf at play in a stream. Chasing hopes so clear. Loosing to the waves. Holding close the time. I have left to dream. I find myself at...
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Feel Free to Read: July 2014
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Feel Free to Read. Glenn A. Buttkus. No Savvy, Kemo Sabe. What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see. Feel Free To Laugh. World Class Poetry Blog. Timothy Leary Is Dead. Concerto For Time Bandits. Yes, Alice, Poets Do Have Balls. Thursday, July 31, 2014. You have ...