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<title>Cheap Vodka (The Preferred Poison of The Russian Proletariat)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 10:42:33 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Much to my chagrin you can often see them stumbling and bumbling down the street. As each and every step becomes a dramatic exercise in dangerous aerodynamic flight.]]></description>
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<title>Feast of the Wolfhound a Greek Epic Poem (Part II)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 10:23:39 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The Little Queen could no longer work her scheme. He was no more than a joke. And now she gladly would have, if she could have vanished; for everywhere there was laughter. Peithon (Staff Officer) and Arybbas (a Macedonian noblemen) ruled in his stead. Yet still, Eurydike had her mind far ahead. But only three follies would she be allowed!]]></description>
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<title>Three Poems</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 17:24:23 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Peruvian Forebear (The Pe?aloza's) - What forebear of my wife's in wet Huancayo was named Penaloza?-from which by Spanish-Peruvian erosion (perhaps none?) Rosa, Augusto's daughter, from Pe?aloza's in Argentina- A somewhat distinguished name; the vortex of history Passed and passed them by.]]></description>
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<title>The Merman</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 17:23:26 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The gray whales are going south: I see their practicalities They are surly the great pale bulks of hot blood, that Rise and fall, rise and fall, catching the wind with the sea- Turning over the deep cold waters! None of us here, remember our ancestors-this is so? Those that crawl the earth, they do! "Get out of the ocean," I howl, try to tell them, Time and time again, flukes looking for rainbows- Like rattlesnakes trying to swim, that's what I think of Them; like the birds, I call them stone clouds- Heavy footed creatures-they've taken to the sea, from time Immemorial, yet they do not belong here, or to us.]]></description>
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<title>Where The Light And Shadows Merge</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 16:02:59 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[An introspective look into how we can choose what to think. And sometimes, it doesn't always have to be all good.]]></description>
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<title>A Poem for Mom on Mother's Day</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 08:50:42 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[This poem is personally thought of by me for Mother's Day. I thought of it on the actual day, there are no preparations for this, just simply writing it with my heart. You may use it if you want to.]]></description>
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<title>Interchanging Poetry, A New Poetic Genre</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 13:21:30 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Interchanging Poetry is a narrative combining poetry with discussion, debate, dialog, or description; using the poetry to emphasize the narrative. It is a new form of poetry developing interchanging literary devices to enhance poetic discourse.]]></description>
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<title>The Celestial Moon</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 13:07:30 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA["Le Clair de lune" O! The full moon, Thou art the dispeller of darkness in a unique way, holding a magical aspergillum in your hand, spilling and sprinkling the milky white light in progression, quelling and quenching the darkness, synchronizing, yourself, with darkness and light alternatively, to teach us the difference between life and death, good and the bad, black and white, beauty and the beast. Thou art so up and high in the vault...]]></description>
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<title>Obama and Man-Caused Climate Change - Science or Fact-Faked Hoax? (Poem)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 13:01:14 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Civilized mankind's emissions - they're certainly no joke, and can be seen most anywhere - in auto fumes, chimney smoke. But, weather - is it affected - on this huge and complex Earth, or are climate cycles natural - since our planet's birth? Obama's reign seems driven by his i-deology, to rid Earth of addiction to our oil-based energy, so he seeks other forms - no matter in-efficiency, and seemingly, at any cost - though we're near bankruptcy: ethanol, solar, electric-auto, wind, now...wasting trillions pointlessly - although we're in in-solvency. But, despite his costly gambles, carbon footprints to efface, just one volcano erupting - years of efforts will erase.]]></description>
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<title>Boobala's Lament - A Poem</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 10:14:10 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[There was a woman who entered every contest, every sweepstakes that she could find. All she wanted to do was win a vacation, to get away from the rigors of daily life. She filled them out endlessly, tirelessly, wasting countless hours hoping beyond hope she might one day win her dream vacation, until finally she gave up hope, until the one day she answered the door and received a telegram telling her that she'd finally won a cruise.]]></description>
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<title>The Rorschach (Hairy Cats and Big Globs of Black Ink)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 08:14:51 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[If you didn't want the answer then why did you ask? Besides isn't it a bit strange to show me a series of weird ink blotter tests? Just what sort of deeper meaning were you looking for?]]></description>
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<title>Multi Meaning Poetry, and A View on Poetic Style</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 13:20:47 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Using multi meaning words in poetry seems to be, or has been a universal trait for the majority of poets...this in itself can be a hindrance, it eliminates a wide social-economical section of the population, to include several age groups, young and old alike; it produces obscure images for the reader, ones only the poet or the well developed eye of the reader can decipher. Thus, the poet has to decide, who he wants to write for or to, if it is the wider population, he needs to take into account his readers. ]]></description>
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<title>Strangers to Their Fathers (A Biblical Prophecy Comes True), and St Joseph's Shame (A Poem)</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 13:12:59 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[If time was a measurement, than all that lives today, can reap what was prophesized, two-thousand years ago-for I have lived it, But removed out of its sight- And now the world lives with it, especially the United States. But elsewhere, Peru I see it a lot... (they have even come to the point of allowing their children to do whatever they want, so they'll not live, and wonder off).]]></description>
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<title>Hanging of Saddam Hussein, Truer Than False, Turkey-Buzzards, Love Restraint, Old Hedgehog</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 11:51:56 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Five poems: The Hanging of Saddam Hussein, Truer than False, Turkey-buzzards!, Love Restraint (Haiku), and The Old Hedgehog. Alive-he is no longer alive! The rouge has left no trace...]]></description>
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<title>Four Poems: The Photograph, Haiku for Iceland, The Drinking Room, and Ashes</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 11:48:11 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[I had forgotten that sight: The glow of autumn in my eyes, a Light warmth, a dreamy light, Within the picture that lay. It was a simple photograph, I saw, The fair face of a young lad: Then I felt a sense of awe: Sadness blending with my joy! Here I was, at twenty-three...]]></description>
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<title>Blood and Moon Haze (A Prophecy in the Making)</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 11:35:37 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[I think of you as a great Divine King, your throne is of gold and pearl! As you look down from your throne room, past our moon of stone... ]]></description>
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<title>Eight Poems: Door of the Gods, and Others</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 16:06:57 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[How broad, tall, how strong were they? What did they look like? Who where they...]]></description>
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<title>Ode, to: The Gentile Giant of Trujillo, and The Little People</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 16:06:25 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Inspired by Manuel Valera, who during a Saturday afternoon dinner at the author's home, while sitting around talking with several guests, and the subject being giants, he told the author of his grandmother's experience, back in the late 1920s...and thus, came the "Ode, to the Gentile Giant of Trujillo." Into our sight...]]></description>
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<title>The Mistress From Hydra (A Poetic Drama/Narration)</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 16:05:55 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The Scene: inside a stone house, on the Greek island called Hydra; 1200 BC, two women with their Mistress are talking about an affair that never took place, that the Mistress wished would have. The would will not heal...]]></description>
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<title>Three Poems for Peru</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 16:05:29 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Here is a poem (for the students at the UNCP) I did especially for you, with a beginning and end, I call it "Wounded by Death" (we must remember, a poem is a short condensed story). Death comes sometimes right in front of you, Sits down right beside you! You hoot and holler at Death! Your throat clicks, tightens, It begs for breath.]]></description>
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<title>An Untitled Title</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 08:09:21 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A descriptive way to embody the sometimes long and difficult path two souls may have to take to find each other... and themselves. She kept looking out her window at the stars. This is the only way her mind could wander free.]]></description>
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<title>Rediscovering the Fine Art of Flatulence</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 11:55:10 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Last night I could feel it in the wind. Or was it some sort of universal sound? I like to call it cosmic debris. But who was that funky messenger? I suppose it's not really so hard when you have a Stratavarius between your legs.]]></description>
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<title>No More Blues In My Soul - A Poem</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 08:45:31 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[At some point in life, we all lose in love. Whether it's that first crush that breaks us, or it's puppy love or it's the real deal that introduces us to the blues, to live is to love and to love is to lose. Losing at love hurts to the core. They say it is "better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," but when you've got the blues, that saying doesn't help the pain much. But getting the pain all out does, sharing the pain with others does, and there's no better way to get the pain out or to commiserate than to sing or hear the blues.]]></description>
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<title>Little Bird</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 08:38:37 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Sometimes we see unfortunate things happen to people. This is a different point of view on reality and perception.]]></description>
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<title>Wild Flowers, Blue Honey</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 14:08:50 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[With my eyelids shut and my blinds closed tight my buttoned eyes dance quickly beneath a bright quicksilver moon. But who would imagine what would soon appear? I wouldn't call them images that were cast upon my eyes, rather they seem to penetrate much deeper bypassing the receptor cells that would swiftly send a message to my slumbering brain.]]></description>
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<title>Canadian Bacon</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 13:00:06 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[From Halifax to Regina, from Moose Jaw to Flin-Flon and from Quebec City to Saskatoon, Canadian pork products are always a cut above the rest! So don't tell me...]]></description>
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<title>Analysis of John Clare's Love Poem &quot;First Love&quot;</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 12:46:02 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA["First Love" is one of John Clare's most famous poems and is brilliantly written. This discussion will help the reader to understand the poem better and will help the reader to understand the elements of Clare's poetry.]]></description>
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<title>The Power of Motivational Poems</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 15:59:47 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Heartbreak, disappointment, and adversity will always be a part of our lives. Living a balanced life requires our ability to get through all these things, while maintaining the positive relationships with those we love and respect.]]></description>
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<title>Saying a Prayer for Mrs O'Leary's Cow</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 11:42:58 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Saying a prayer might not be necessary but you never really know. Because there have been so many rumours and thousands of people have up and died. But it may all come down to criminal culpability. Yet there was no reason to believe that there was ever any real intent.]]></description>
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<title>With Time Everything Goes Away</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 10:48:05 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[We all have friends or family members, people that we love, who make mistakes and grow apart from us over time, but time rules us all. This poem is a plea, from any lost friend or lover, to a person they care about, a person who is ignoring their own race against time, ruining their life to gain momentary pleasure. A mistake that we all make at one time or another.]]></description>
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<title>Dante's Inferno Summary - The Grafters in Hell</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 17:46:26 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Dante's Inferno contains many terrifying scenes. One of which is when Dante and his traveling companion, Virgil, encounter the Grafters in Hell...]]></description>
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<title>Ain't I Black</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 11:21:01 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Have you ever been stereotyped? Well, this emotion filled piece is my personal response to folks misappropriation of my ethnicity and how I am supposed to conduct myself.]]></description>
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<title>Just Me And You: A Poem</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 09:15:35 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[There's nothing quite as magical as finding passion unexpectedly, throwing yourself under the spell of some potential great love. There is no thrill in the world like those associated with the joys and wonders of romantic possibilities consuming your every thought, stealing away your breath. The following is a poem about encountering just such a thrill, one like you might find in any dance hall, night club, or anywhere for that matter. Put yourself in the room, as the music steals the night, creating a mood by milking the sadness from the night stars. You're all alone even though you are in a room full of people, distraught by your loneliness, when you spy that special someone who instantly steals your heart.]]></description>
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<title>The Late Night Confession of an Extraordinary Moravian King</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 11:52:52 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Life can be treacherous. So don't let anybody kid you. Putting all the cards on the table might be an admirable act. But keep in mind that not everybody plays by the same rules. So why should you sacrifice yourself on the grand altar of exalted nobility?]]></description>
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<title>Victoria the Mad</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 13:54:52 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[And so was Victoria the Mad who had long black-colored hair: a torn dark dress she wore, worn thin with hanging threads, a black cord for a belt...]]></description>
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<title>May The Force Be With You!</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 14:09:53 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Dylan Thomas is one of the most important and influential figure in 20th century English literature. This article offers a brief discussion of the first two verses of one of his best known poems.]]></description>
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<title>Sacred Images in Full Flight</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 10:21:28 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Please be advised that whether you can see them or not, I can tell you that they certainly exist. And any fool can tell you that communicating with them is not necessarily an easy task.]]></description>
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<title>Hungry Ghost</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 11:45:52 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A hungry ghost lusts for your healing-power hungry hands, Baring chest and baring trust for you. If he does not bear his cross for you to watch, then perhaps he has not paid you enough. Does he come slumming for your enlightened interior decorating?]]></description>
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<title>Seven New Poems</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 10:09:58 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[1. VULGARITY - What is there to relish in heaven, if the vulgarity of relationship haunts, even after retiring from earth? The loose threads of yearning criss cross memory, I can still feel the river's twisted flow, toward lower reaches, exhausted and stripteased.]]></description>
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<title>The Astonishing Rock and Other Three Poems</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 15:30:51 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The Astonishing Rock - The moon is more than a dead rock in the sky- It's an astonishing site for inspiring Einstein's- All one needs to do is push it a little too far to the right or a little too far to the left- to find this out-: God forbid! ]]></description>
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<title>Colorful Images in 3D</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 11:20:44 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[For ages artists have struggled to give their sketches sufficient texture, shape and depth. Yet too often a valiant effort to capture the voluptuous curves of a sprightly young vixen would suffer in vain. Lacking the spirit and moisture of an adventurous tongue, the figure fails to move the highly charged energy into a sustainable position that is a good place for him to hide.]]></description>
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<title>Clod and the Pebble and The Tyger</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 16:19:08 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The "Clod and the Pebble" by William Blake is on how we experience love. It is commendable of how the writer has put something so intricate and complex in just a short poem. The Clod of clay and the pebble are representing two phases of love.]]></description>
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<title>An Identity Crisis</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 10:09:01 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[While technologically we have improved fantastically, human issues largely remain unresolved for almost 5000 years. This is because we value things more than relationships and people. ]]></description>
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<title>The Good News About Pork</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 14:55:21 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[After years of criticism and frequent episodes of outright hostility, some members of various religious communities seem to be turning over a new leaf. No longer...]]></description>
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<title>Angels Cry</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 13:48:53 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[I have felt alone and seen the world filled with people in pain. With Angels Cry it's a chance to express all my feelings into a story. I am telling a story on how I personally see the world. Including the sadness that I am feeling from what I see in the world. I am expressing my feelings about how children are too often invisible to everyone else. At the end of Cry I want to let these children now that they are not alone and that their reflection is perfection. Who they are as a person is just perfect.]]></description>
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<title>Early Reflections - Post Trauma</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 15:34:50 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A Retrospective! Telling a story from the lens of a trauma survivor after one year in an artistic manner.]]></description>
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<title>The Hero In My Dream World</title>
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<description><![CDATA[In a dream, you are the master and there are no problems. You can do what you want in a way you want it to be done.]]></description>
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<title>What Would I Do Without A Father's Love?</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 11:54:39 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The hard work done by fathers is rarely appreciated at the right time. It is, therefore, important to thank them for their great inputs right now.]]></description>
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<title>Bland Susie and Mysterious Marie</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 14:10:31 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Surely the world is full of dynamic duos and if you believe they have passed you by, it might be better for you to begin to think hard once again. Because whether she exists in material form or is merely a figment of your imagination the tangible facts might have little affect upon your weary mind. Because bland Susie is not a notable girl. Her pleated pigtails are long. And her skirt is plaid.]]></description>
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<title>Joy Has Become My Joy And We Have Found A Way to Meet Death at Its Own Doorstep</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 13:34:00 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[I touch the cold blurry glass; She adds a green flourish To our flowerbed; if only we could Touch. Her arms open wide, thorns Tinted red, blood dripping From what looks like two arms Of a cross. She waits in soil, Petals soft, And droplets of rain upon her Green rolled up leaves; I die for her; she's so vital, fresh.]]></description>
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<title>Ode to a Grecian Urn</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 08:44:57 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[John Keats (1795-1821) studied different great poets and writers of the ages______Spenser, Homer and the Renaissance poets. From his personal life, it was known that he was unlucky in love. His beloved deceived him and the real life engulfed him in pain and dejection. He turned his face away from reality, and loved beauty in all forms.]]></description>
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<title>An Eternity of Missing Her Who Brought Life to Your Body and Soul</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 14:36:23 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The fog blocks your mind; Its wetness a deceiving kind. You find your eyes...]]></description>
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<title>On a Cold Blustery Morning Infinite Expectations and Ample Amounts of Tall White Tokens</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 11:25:04 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[When I'm fast asleep it hardly affects me when the cold wind blows. Because deep in sleep opportunity knocks as I often shudder in vain. Yet there must be something to it. No coercive ruminations or attempts to censor what may lie just below the surface. So maybe it is better to collect what may be stored in one's pockets. Efforts to drop them in the slot machine will ultimately turn out well.]]></description>
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<title>The King Is Dead!</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 14:52:29 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The King is Dead! And right and left, left and right, upon two ragged and separating shoes, the news is carried through the dying light. The king is dead! The king is dead! The word is muttered. It is said. The word is heard but, like a ball thrown into the wall-less void beyond, there is no customary response and call proclaiming the sovereignty of the son.]]></description>
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<title>Interpreting Robert Frost's Snowy Evening</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 07:57:41 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[In life there are a lot of things that humans take for granted; for instance, a bright sunny day and good company. In Robert Frost's poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," he shows the speaker in his poem finally appreciating an overlooked winter scene. However, this poem offers more than just one message. It has many. Frost uses a style that's simple, yet contains many profound views and interpretations.]]></description>
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<title>Ambient Reality, Disjointed Thoughts</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 16:57:02 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Rich and warm alone on a cotton featherbed dreaming of solid brick bellows, thinking of victorious dances high above the seas. On such a winter day the snowflakes are at bay swirling in a perfect painting with opaque images anaesthetizing the fertile valley and drifting across the plain...]]></description>
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<title>Arun Kolatkars Poetry</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 08:52:30 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Arun Kolatkar (1932-2004) was a poet from Maharashtra who wrote in both Marathi and English. His poems reveal a keen eye for observation and deciphering things. Seven years post his death; his poems in either language continue to inspire poets and readers alike. Kolatkar first burst into the limelight with his collection Jejuri (1977).]]></description>
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<title>Sacred Peru and Other Poems</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 17:43:23 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Here are four poems inspired on Peru. Read more...]]></description>
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<title>Warm Wine, Salty Air</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 13:17:56 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Deep red, short and blue. It trickles from my glass. Makes a definite impression until I decide to catch my breath and take another drink. But you know it can be hard to classify. As in the end it may all come down to the tastiness of the ripened grape. But I try not to think about it so much. Because it takes me on a trip over the clouds and across the sky, the bittersweet ambience allows me to feel the flood of crimson blood running through my veins...]]></description>
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<title>Love Poems - Elements to Include in a Love Poem</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 13:35:45 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A Promise and Clothes of Time: I still miss the bones of your hands, those lips that rocked my ribs, those gaze that skinned the metamorphosis of my flesh. These are lines from my poem. This is an example of a contemporary love poem.]]></description>
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<title>Poetic Phrases For The New Year For My Dear Soprana, Elena Georgian</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 14:11:35 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Some poems and phrases of all the lovely thoughts and ideas I hold for my dearest soprano, Elena Georgian. Elena Georgian not only being my friend but a lady whom I wish to represent as her manager in the world of opera that she might gain the fame which is owed to a lady of her talent and passion for opera.]]></description>
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<title>The Orchid of Catalina</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 10:44:43 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The Catalina Orchid grows in abundance in the innermost reaches of the country of Columbia. It's beauty captivates and the fragrance is inviting. The gem lies withing the violence that has enveloped a beautiful country and the people are caught in a war with no end in sight.]]></description>
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<title>Sensual Poems For My Angela Gheorghiu</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 10:05:03 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A few poetic lines and phrases dedicated to my favorite all time diva. It being Angela Gheorghiu's image which has provided me with many an idea to write about and express in so many stories and poems as to make me want to fully declare my gratitude toward her in so many ways.]]></description>
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<title>Searching for Solace in a 13th Century Armenian Church</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 17:44:33 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[To be sure, psychological comfort is a necessary thing. And for the descendants of Noah such comfort may not need to feel so far away.]]></description>
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<title>Nurturing a Gentler Worldview</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 16:20:21 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Is there a connection between the hustle and bustle of life and a lack of gentleness we'd otherwise wish to embody? That's the thesis here; that the gentler worldview can only be nurtured when life is made to slow down.]]></description>
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<title>Saint Valentine's Day Poems Upon My Angela Gheorghiu</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 13:43:36 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A poem dedicated to my dearest soprano. Angela Gheorghiu's Saint Valentine's kiss sensual crimson delight...]]></description>
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<title>Poems Of Spring For My Angela Gheorghiu</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 13:42:06 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A few poetic lines and phrases dedicated to my favorite all time diva. It being Angela Gheorghiu's image which has provided me with many an idea to write about and express in so many stories and poems as to make me want to fully declare my gratitude toward her in so many ways.]]></description>
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<title>Uncharted Seas</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 09:34:32 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Our human nature with all its moods and feelings Inclined to vary with a change in circumstance Like the waters we observe so well on our earth Are troubled, disturbed by threat of winds of changes Though unaware, our common feelings held by all Are needed stilled to bring a state of harmony Allows us sail free and safely the seas of life ? All our Earth's known waters and its uncharted seas, Are susceptible to the slightest wind or breeze So combined, expansive ocean of human...]]></description>
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<title>Our Fresh Water Lady Arises From Her Lake and Marches to the Sea</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 14:34:49 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Our lady of the lake - Lies within her shadowy state - Both a monarch and a lady - Poured by springs into her bed. Her dreams stir deep - Within her though she - Dries up in the winter - And she's such a joyous woman - No more perfect will you see. ]]></description>
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<title>Stung by The Bee and The Mysterious Lady Chased in the Heat of a Sun's Orbit</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 16:00:37 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The screw turns tight into the rock The barrel empties at the cock I am empty, body dry Hand on stone I start to climb. Her breasts were tender, face serene Her body haunts me all the time The leaves and branches have all died The sack is now a wrinkled hide. The screw is planted in the rock The sack is just an empty hide I clutch, pull, and then push up My strength is gone, joints dry.]]></description>
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<title>Beethoven the Unconquerable</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 14:07:42 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Beethoven: Diary entry: December, 1795 	He strides the sunlit uplands vast, A titanic figure of heroic cast, Conversing with Gods, gigantic he towers, Supreme among mortal and heavenly powers. His life was a maelstrom of tempest and storm; Of deafness and suffering and yearnings forlorn...]]></description>
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<title>Love and What I'll Do and Where I Am and Who I Am Not and Leaving in One Direction to Go in Other</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 12:59:26 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Love? It's a splendid thing sweet harts and chocolates and diamond rings It emerges at family functions it's a positive unction to propel me and you to make one being of two.]]></description>
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<title>Caution! Toxic Shellfish Warning Remains</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 10:45:56 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[I hate to spoil the party. But I will tell you so you know. This is no time to dabble. The toxic shellfish warning remains.]]></description>
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<title>The Contended Life</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 07:41:54 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[As we stand at a distance to ourselves, reflecting over life, the world, and the universe, and about how it all works, we come back, ultimately, to ourselves. The idea of life, as it's personally lived, is living content through the ages... turning each page, through each stage of one life - us, in our intrinsic oneness.]]></description>
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<title>Smiling Thoughts</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 12:35:42 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A little comedic poetry. About how our thoughts talk to each other. Unaware as we are about it.]]></description>
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<title>Needless Corruption: Deep and Wide</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 17:20:32 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[From dire circumstances they always seem to emerge. Ambitious men with unsavory tongues and a very strong appetite. And don't you know that such desire often proves to be a dangerous thing?]]></description>
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<title>Write It, Rhyme It</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 16:29:12 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[There had been instances in my life where I just want to hold a pen or press the keyboards. If I can't do that, I feel restless and I have to move to and fro. If I can't write in whatever form, I try to make-up something on my way to write.]]></description>
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<title>Native Child, Desert Shadows (2 Poems)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 15:10:10 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The first poem asks the questions "Who am I? Where have I been? Where am I going?" The second poem: Centuries have crossed your way, leaving messages behind. Starkly mute, impersonal, for curious Man to find.]]></description>
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<title>The Prelude As the Spiritual Autobiography of the Poet</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 16:01:57 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[This autobiographical poem is written in blank verse by William Wordsworth. He wrote its first version at the age of 28 and continued it for his long life without publishing it. It was published three months after the death of the poet in 1850, and it was entitled by his widow Mary. It is not an external autobiography of the poet, but it is an internal autobiography.]]></description>
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<title>Oh No! A Highly Regrettable Song For an Obstinate Ignorant Dunce</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2012 17:23:55 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[What a pity! But how could it have happened? Your teachers must have failed you. But didn't this happen such a long time ago?]]></description>
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<title>Sawdust Voices (Poems)</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2012 11:45:34 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[A prayer for the end of a summer's day! Oh yes, we all must let them go, grieve them if you must. For there is a certain delicacy, sensation, vagueness, intensity to each one, and no one is any longer or shorter than the other, except for the last one, which is shorter.]]></description>
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<title>Writing Poetry, Pen and Paper, Removing Your Gloves... Delicately, and Inner Guidance (4 Poems)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 16:19:21 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The first poem pertains to encouragement and the freedom to write. The second poem is one writer's response to the query: "why do you write?" The third poem: A teacher of creative writing, wisely and gently, encouraging her students to risk being truthful, no matter the consequences. The fourth poem: Your dreams are filled with sweetness, the stuff that poets sing.]]></description>
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<title>Crimean Tatars (A New Life After the Surgun)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 13:38:14 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[If history is anything more than a capricious wind, isn't it time to batten down the hatches and prepare for what may lie ahead? And when we look to the fabled Tatars in the land of Qrim, can anyone point to a more drastic twist of fate? Once the proud warriors who had migrated from Central Asia and established a strong foothold in the land of Ukraine, their actions were considered to be the stuff that legends are made of and upon which enormous empires are built.]]></description>
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<title>&quot;Childhood&quot; Expressed in the Ode 'Intimation of Immortality'</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 14:46:53 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[William Wordsworth is really a great lover of nature in all forms. It has remained his main theme and made him able explain his inner feelings. He has composed several poems on childhood, but this poem is known one of the best poems. It was completed in 1804 and published in poems, in Two Volumes in 1807.]]></description>
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<title>True Greatness</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 10:29:33 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA["A brave spirit struggling with adversity is a spectacle for the Gods" - Seneca. ?It is not in the glare of glory; When the crowds are at your feet, Or the city's bells are pealing; As you mount the victor's seat. All that is but a passing show; A fleeting flash of light; A rain-drop glistening in the sun, A shooting star at night...]]></description>
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<title>Aesthetic Aspect in Bulbul's Poetry</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 16:07:04 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Our Sindh is prosperous with the eminent poets of all ages. They gave marvelous progress to the Gazal by creating novelty into its diction, form and expression. The great poets in the Ghazal were Mir Abdul Hussain Sangi, Ghulam Muhammad Shag Gadda, Murtaza Thatvi, Akhund Qasim and Mirza Qaleech Baig.]]></description>
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<title>Trip To The Store</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 14:09:06 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[He asked: "Would you mind going to the store?" I quickly replied: "I can't. Why don't you go?]]></description>
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<title>Taking the Toboggan Down</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 10:56:22 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Open up the chute! And let us all travel quickly down to the porous ground. With five friends before me, I act as a rudder to direct our slippery skid. And as we carefully slide over several glassy patches of lubricated ice We learn how to dampen the whiteness of an untrodden snow. But more than anything else, it is the camaraderie that I like! As we huddle upon a wooden sled somewhere out in the lifeless suburbs near a blazing set of cantankerous fires.]]></description>
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<title>The Heart of The Sun Poem</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 14:41:31 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[This poem is the first item in the book 'The Heart of The Sun' and discusses the idea that all the energy in our bodies emanated from the sun, through the plants we eat, or throught the animals which we eat who fed on plants that grew from energy from the sun. This very idea which is behind 'Sun Worship' which has been practiced in some way by every culture since the beginning of time. This poem captures the transition of the energy from the Heart of The Sun to a little girl here on earth.]]></description>
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<title>Writing Poetry - How to Create a Poetry Blog</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:56:25 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Poetry is art and art is whatever you find beautiful. I believe if you invest into whatever talent you have, there will be progress. The world is fill with a bunch of readers that are willing to tap into the world of Poetry, Prose, Poems, and all kinds of different literature. I welcome the seekers who venture into this world to understand that poetry is from the heart and I hope you all will enjoy my future articles on Life, Love, Reality, And Knowledge. Thank you for reading enjoy.]]></description>
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<title>The Valley of Hinnom (Or a Wicked and Diabolical Place in the Ancient Land of Gehenna)</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 16:22:27 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[In the valley of death, in ancient Aramaic I hear his voice muttering profane obscenities as he desecrates the sacred name of Jesus Christ. But all in all isn't it fitting for a forsaken king? To be surrounded by wailing carcasses upon a despicable mound of loathsome feces. For this is a noted spot situated somewhere close to the old city of Jerusalem. Yet it is in the voice that I can here the sounds of tender virgins crying.]]></description>
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<title>Prophecy in Farm Yard Flesh Part 5</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:35:06 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA["Oh I must think. The father gave you, cow, a craftier brain than mine. The wisdom of debate lies in a futile position and the quickest mind, of which I have the mind, but my wisdom full known, I am but a target for the 'cluck' and 'moo,' oh moan.]]></description>
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<title>Prophecy in Farm Yard Flesh Part 6</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:15:51 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA["You would not play with my torture, peel it back with rhetoric and read to me the layers each one as it tears my skin. I know what, cow, is the imagination God has given you. None around respects you As do I, except he, the one put me down.]]></description>
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<title>Prophecy in Farm Yard Flesh Part 4</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:07:21 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA["Unnatural perversions such as the world had never known before. Some of the sheep actually followed him away some were lost, some again found; the farmer had to pay His life's savings for each sheep gone astray quite a debt to have to pay. But still he kept the snake on.]]></description>
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<title>Prophecy in Farm Yard Flesh Part 3</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 08:49:12 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Prophecy fleshed enjoys the little run. Chick on back she scurries right and left- and all she hears are laughs from the little one, "Mama, will the snake go away?" "Just give him time to prey upon us for a little while honey," she says, and laughs and jumps - taking her chick to all new heights of six feet or better.]]></description>
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<title>Prophecy in Farm Yard Flesh Part 2</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 08:48:54 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The farmer dies. The son sits in traction right now. All that's left of the farm is plow and woman so heavy, but the sun burns her fair complexion.]]></description>
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<title>Prophecy in Farm Yard Flesh Part 1</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 08:48:35 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The flesh of God is His own very word the bones underneath the skin are light but true to the weight upon which they take the throne drips from sacrifice of God to man. We cannot bow before it, too pooled too blood-red from the dam of tears and blood poured for you. The seventh angel spreads its wings The prophecy is that flesh unhindered comes back into its own self.]]></description>
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<title>What Beauty Is I've Never Known</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 16:04:30 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[What beauty is I've never known, For if you snare it, lo - its flown. But comes a moment, unaware, She softly whispers: "I am here".]]></description>
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<title>Shifty Skating On a Smooth Sheet of Slippery Ice</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 13:58:44 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[On a vapid pond beneath a windswept ashen sky, with head tilted downward and abdomen bending forward, an athletic body is propelled on with thick thrusting thighs and hard pumping calves, like a whistling bobsled with sharpened blades cutting ever so deeply into a thinly made sheet of oscillating ice. Risky business you might say, But he has done it more than just a few times before; Yet always during the onset of the season's most calculated breeze; But explaining it is no easy matter; Stilting fate might be an obvious reason to rationalize the perpetration of these...]]></description>
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<title>Mother Earth Song of Tears</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 14:36:28 -0600</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[The only habitable planet we know of, and it seems that we are doing our best to destroy her. A poem that explores the importance of our planet earth as our Mother and home and what she is going through as a result of our actions.]]></description>
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