[WHM] Miriam Makeba Sings Her Soul
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Happy Woman’s History (or Herstory) Month!! This month, I’m going to blog
every day about various women and the impact they have had on society and
culture...
The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! - # 90
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*The Poetry Pantry*
*2nd Chance Poems or 1st time shares*
*Anything goes!! All Poems, all Poets, All Week!!*
Do you have a poem you would like to share...
Fairy rides to New Yearnings
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There are shiny lights
Where you are
Crowds and dirty streets
Wonders that everyone
Wants a bite of
Exhilaration
Till no one sleeps
The clamor comes d...
THE 2012 OSCAR PREDICTION POST
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It's almost time. This Sunday is the annual celebration of the best in
film, according to the Hollywood elite that is The Oscars.
I always look forwar...
Peace Fans
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I hope everyone is doing well. I want to update everyone. I have all the
text file from the movies posted and some of the rs links still work. So
you can t...
Lucio Dalla - Caruso
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I love Lucio Dalla's version as well as Luciano Pavarotti's.
Lucio Dalla's song is about Enrico Caruso.
I always loved this song, the sadness is as sweet...
Expectation: Four Poems
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* inspired by todays @Baffled #HaikuChallenge #1 Dead expectations wait
behind cracked doors within this redundant realm. #2 There’s only one
rule....
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Your soul is like a vagrant,
slinking through the alleys
of exposed cat ribcages
and rotting mangoes
and maggots lacking wings.
You watch a rabid mutt
pe...
Big Ghost's Message of Hope for 2012
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Ayo whattup yall...you now in the presence of the Grand Imperial Volcano
Hands aka Phantom Raviolis the Inventor of Slaps...otherwise known as The
Hands ...
Lubricant Review
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There are certain words in English that do little for me in certain
contexts yet are incredibly powerful in others.
To me, one such word is *slip*.
It's ...
Dear Fans...
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Fans of Climb to Nowhere have been sending me emails and asking for a new
story. They want to be on the edge of their seats while falling over with
laught...
It's been awhile, hasn't it?
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I don't know. I haven't been feelin' it too much lately, but the last
couple of days have been lovely. I didn't get any pictures, since I hadn't
realized...
Think Before You Break Up
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The best and worst advice is “you should break up”. If you’re Tina Turner
in the 70’s that’s great advice, but if you’re a woman pissed off that her
man d...
Hello autum. (back)
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The autum skies sketches so far that it almost touches the stars,
9 a.m and I began the day under the stretched skies. The warmth of the sun
greeting my ...
magda boreysza: art crush of the week - sept. 6 2011
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magda_boreysza - her blogsite, fox and comet
i spent YEARS avoiding my talents as an illustrator but recently i've come
across many fine artists (online an...
Circuit Boards and Menthol
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microchip my brain
with electric tranquillers
and funnel my sorrows
into the insides of ticking circuit boards
until my soul is fastened
to the serial ...
writer's block
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scarface's rough rhyme
fills the space in my mind
hood anthem chorus
of few built just for us
...on my block...
no writers, no readers
no bloggers, no twee...
Day 2
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2. Something you feel strongly about?
*Psychology*
*My life*. I loved it since I was 9.
The study of human behaviour is just something I cant go a day wit...
The Scientist
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Art became science.
Those brush strokes that would stir
Alchemic lava deep within veins
Were disconnected
Despite the molten discourse
No more fingers glide ...
The whole world's a stage...and in these days, not one I'm especially proud to stand on. Until we all clue in to how we can end the suffering, we will constently be subjected to repeat performances. Great take on an equally inspiring photo.
I have been missing you my fine friend...missing your presence and reading your words...happy to find you here tonight...I've said it before, I truly dig your poetic style...presence..being. Peace, Lovely Annie
I like the end line that says "where the decimated stage upon which they stand tends to hold repeat performances." It's just so true. The world just keeps on going and going and you hear one atrocity after another and seemingly nothing changes.....beautifully written....
Fine poem, and far reaching in scope. Makes me think of how key players might know something subjects do not, especially in conflict.
ReplyDeleteyeah...similar resonance...the more things change the more they stay the same...again and again...
ReplyDeleteThe whole world's a stage...and in these days, not one I'm especially proud to stand on. Until we all clue in to how we can end the suffering, we will constently be subjected to repeat performances. Great take on an equally inspiring photo.
ReplyDeleteThe whole work is loaded with double entendre and more. A metaphor for what's gained and lost and who has to pay. Excellent.
ReplyDeletedasuntoucha, I would say that about sums it up, nicely done.
ReplyDeletePamela
I have been missing you my fine friend...missing your presence and reading your words...happy to find you here tonight...I've said it before, I truly dig your poetic style...presence..being. Peace,
ReplyDeleteLovely Annie
I agree with flaubert. This really sums something up.
ReplyDeleteIt was kind of you to find amusement in my cod Shakespeare based on the same picture.
I can paint a picture.
ReplyDeletethis is amazing and you are amazing!
xox
I like the end line that says "where the decimated stage upon which they stand tends to hold repeat performances." It's just so true. The world just keeps on going and going and you hear one atrocity after another and seemingly nothing changes.....beautifully written....
ReplyDeleteStunning piece! Powerful depth, profound imagery.
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