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When You Are Old | the Poets Heart
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Master of the Pen. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The Road Not Taken. A Time to Talk. A Bird Came Down. Hope is the Thing with Feathers. The Bustle in a House. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. If you were coming in the fall. When You Are Old. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes. My Favorites (well at least a few). 8230;a daily mix. When You Are Old. When you are old and grey and full of sleep,. And nodding by the fire, take down this book,. And slowly read, and dream of the soft look. PhD, MBA .
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | the Poets Heart
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Master of the Pen. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The Road Not Taken. A Time to Talk. A Bird Came Down. Hope is the Thing with Feathers. The Bustle in a House. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. If you were coming in the fall. When You Are Old. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes. My Favorites (well at least a few). 8230;a daily mix. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;. He will not see me stopping here. November 2, 2013.
A Time to Talk | the Poets Heart
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Master of the Pen. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The Road Not Taken. A Time to Talk. A Bird Came Down. Hope is the Thing with Feathers. The Bustle in a House. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. If you were coming in the fall. When You Are Old. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes. My Favorites (well at least a few). 8230;a daily mix. A Time to Talk. When a friend calls to me from the road. And slows his horse to a meaning walk,. I don’t stand still and look around. No, not as there is a time to talk.
Comment Guidlines | the Poets Heart
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Master of the Pen. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The Road Not Taken. A Time to Talk. A Bird Came Down. Hope is the Thing with Feathers. The Bustle in a House. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. If you were coming in the fall. When You Are Old. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes. My Favorites (well at least a few). 8230;a daily mix. To help keep things positive and in focus, comments should (be). Go easy on the Shameless Self Promotion. For tips.”. Add in a positive way. To the discussion or post.
Because I Could Not Stop For Death | the Poets Heart
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Master of the Pen. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The Road Not Taken. A Time to Talk. A Bird Came Down. Hope is the Thing with Feathers. The Bustle in a House. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. If you were coming in the fall. When You Are Old. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes. My Favorites (well at least a few). 8230;a daily mix. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. Because I could not stop for Death,. He kindly stopped for me;. The carriage held but just ourselves. And I had put away. PhD, MBA .
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Awards | <3..........Laura Crean...........<3
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Living in a Fantasy World. Novels in progress…. The House of Many Secrets. The Well in the Garden. Understanding and Interpreting Dreams. 3Laura Crean. 3. I don’t know if I am going about this in the right way I’m not very good with following the rules! LOL but I think I have the gist of it accept and display your award, thank the person that nominated you, answer some questions and nominate your own bloggers for the award! So here it is, the moment you have been waiting for drum roll please maestro.
My Neighbor – My Photo Journey
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Exploring Photography and the Glory that is Life! February 11, 2015. While I am blessed to live on the glorious island that is Bald Head, I am also blessed with a beautiful neighboring city a short ferry ride away”. Southport, North Carolina, USA. Good day for a walk. In case you wondered. I am now involved in a campaign to help bring parrots in the wild back into their normal existence! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Enter you...
A lesson from Sea Gulls – My Photo Journey
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Exploring Photography and the Glory that is Life! A lesson from Sea Gulls. February 12, 2015. We choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome. We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. I am now involved in a campaign to help bring parrots in the wild back into their normal existence! March 14, 2015. You are ...
Simple Pleasures – My Photo Journey
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Exploring Photography and the Glory that is Life! March 11, 2015. It is the simple pleasures in life that bring me joy. Watching a Carolina Chickadee build a nest, birds feeding and foraging, and cardinals enjoying a bath…. I am now involved in a campaign to help bring parrots in the wild back into their normal existence! The Indonesian Parrot Project is first on my list, and with a little help from our friends we will bring the Abotti Cockatoo back into a full, strong life in their natural habitat.
Don’t | Beginnings
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Words One after another. April 30, 2014. Don’t undermine the thoughtful. Don’t dissipate their souls. Don’t further ruination. Tight noosed upon the boughs. Don’t push them towards and ending. Don’t let beginnings stutter. Don’t Worry them with wisdoms. Tight noosed in breezes flutter. Don’t toss them to the fires. Don’t hail them with cheers. Don’t turn an eye in blinding. Tight noosed, full swinging fears. Don’t let them have a moment. Don’t have them save the world. Don’t fasten tight hard chains.
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the poet's garden | 'Gardening is not a rational act.' – Margaret Atwood
The poet's garden. 039;Gardening is not a rational act.' – Margaret Atwood. Heaven in a Wild Flower. August 15, 2011. Welcome to WordPress.com. After you read this, you should delete and write your own post, with a new title above. Or hit Add New. On the left (of the admin dashboard. To start a fresh post. Are some suggestions for your first post. You can find new ideas for what to blog about by reading the Daily Post. Make some changes to this page. The poet's garden. Blog at WordPress.com.
The Poets Garret
In my opinion, most poets spend too much time writing poetry and not enough time reading it. Over the years I have found that reading good poetry is a great inspiration and a good poet is the best teacher. Times, subjects, and styles all change with fashion or mood and with exception of the truly creative poet, we only build on the lessons of the past and mostly only imitate what we admire the most. Experiments are usually only based on previous experiences, good or bad. Wherever possible I will try to p...
The Poet's Glass | τὰ ϕαινόμενα
The Poet's Glass. Poetry and Other Scratchings. Publications and Work Online. What can we know but what appears to us, what we attend to and experience? What can mind apprehend but what the senses deliver to the brain mysterious expressions that a deaf, blind, dumb, balanceless, and generally insensitive thing can somehow understand, or does it? Maybe it’s all made up, nonsense, ripples in darkness. We are bankers and interpreters coining values and exchanging things, and we bet on and pay ourselves....
The Poet's Hart
A middle-aged native of my planet.still truckin' on. I believe in self-responsible freedom.Honour, Respect, Humility and Love. Live to write.write to live! View my complete profile. Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Piece of my heart,. I’d dare to go,. There you were,. In a blue note,. Hear it in layers,. Saturday, October 27, 2012. Artist: Susan Seddon Boulet. In whatever way, yes.but we always. Have our right minds too. Everything is Everything, after all,. And the next, before anything might, or might not be.
the poet: Shazza
Monday, May 25, 2015. THE STOP WATCH IS AT 15 SECONDS. 15 Seconds Before The Wake-up Call. This is when (some) Black folk are just waking up to learn that they've missed the opportunities presented to them because they were sleeping for 7yrs. Others are going to sleep until the last second and then the few left over will wake-up 15 seconds after that and will be LATE. DON'T PUT WORDS IN MICHELLE'S MOUTH. Feb 20, 2008. Those that did the homework had and are passing (i.e. Womens Rights, Gay Rights...WHEN ...
the Poets Heart | …a daily mix
Master of the Pen. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The Road Not Taken. A Time to Talk. A Bird Came Down. Hope is the Thing with Feathers. The Bustle in a House. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. If you were coming in the fall. When You Are Old. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes. 8230;a daily mix. 8212;—————–. Within Lady Liberty burns an eternal truth,. A solemn truth against which tyrants. In night’s darkness shall ever rage. For in their blindness is the light. They can neither comprehend.
Blog de thepoetsheart - a quoi sert des gestes quand t'on a les mots qu'il faut - Skyrock.com
Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. A quoi sert des gestes quand t'on a les mots qu'il faut. Pour ce qu'il ne le savent pas j'ai l'inspiration facile. Mise à jour :. Je t'aime a chaque fois que je te vois je. Aimer c'est être capable d'accepter. Aimer c'est facile mais le plus difficile. Mon coeur est plus brulant que ma main a. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Nom d'artiste the poet's heart. Les nouveaux poèmes sont a la fin. Ou poster avec :. Posté le jeudi 29 octobre 2009 12:14. Au coeur de la nuit.
THEODORE ALARIBE BLOGS
The Poet's Hotspot is a blog spot on which human ideas are expressed in deep forms, humanity assessed, and human character placed under microscopes. Step in. Monday, 18 April 2016. A snare nor a wrath. From somewhere above or underneath. This sickness is not a punishment. Due for sin or wickedness. As we are preached to think. AIDS is not the rod. Of either GOD or SATAN. For both may not conspire! Neither is AIDS a rod. Formed for the spoiled of us. Ladies an' Gentlemen,. Tuesday, 12 January 2016.
ΟΙ ΠΟΙΗΤΕΣ ΠΟΥ ΑΓΑΠΗΣΑ
ΟΙ ΠΟΙΗΤΕΣ ΠΟΥ ΑΓΑΠΗΣΑ. Γιώργος Θέμελης, Ars poetica (2). Αρέσκεται στο σκοτάδι το Ποίημα. Εκεί σπέρνεται ανοίγοντας μικρούς φεγγίτες, που μεγαλώνουν, μεγαλώνουν. Το πολύ ηλιακό φως το εκτυφλωτικό το πληγώνει. Γιατ' είναι φως το Ποίημα, φως ενός άλλου φωτισμού, δυνατότητα ενός άλλου Ήλιου. Η Ευδαιμονία του Χορτασμού και της Οικονομίας το αφήνει νηστικό. Σαν ένα ζώο λησμονημένο κι άχρηστο. Μη έχοντας δοκιμάσει το μαχαίρι της πείνας για ψωμί και φως, τη δίψα του στερεμένου ποταμού. 1974) του Γιώργου Θέμελη.
Βίκυ Παπαπροδρόμου: ό,τι πολύ αγάπησα (ποίηση, πεζογραφία & μουσική) | Μ' αρέσουν τα ποιήματα που ζουν στο δρόμο, έξω απ' τα βιβλία: αυτά που τουρτουρίζουν στις γωνιές κι όλο καπνίζουν σαν φουγάρα· που αναβοσβήνουν, μες στη νύχτα, σαν Χριστου
Η ΕΡΤ είναι ακόμα ζωντανή / Hellenic Radio-Television (ERT) still alive and broadcasting. Οι πιο δικοί μου άνθρωποι στον κόσμο… οι ποιητές που αγάπησα. Τα ποιήματα στο δρόμο (Νίκος Χουλιαράς). Βίκυ Παπαπροδρόμου: ό,τι πολύ αγάπησα (ποίηση, πεζογραφία and μουσική). Μ' αρέσουν τα ποιήματα που ζουν στο δρόμο, έξω απ' τα βιβλία: αυτά που τουρτουρίζουν στις γωνιές κι όλο καπνίζουν σαν φουγάρα που αναβοσβήνουν, μες στη νύχτα, σαν Χριστουγεννιάτικα λαμπάκια… [Νίκος Χουλιαράς]. Από την Κρήτη στην Παλαιστίνη.
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