Durch den Regenbogen
bin ich mit dir geflogen
der Sonne entgegen
um sie zu küssen
und so stark war unsere Liebe
dass wir uns nicht verbrannten
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Added by Barbara Zieger on November 18, 2009 at 1:30pm —
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A poem sticks deep in my throat.
I cough and cough, yet
it will not rise.
I ask the poem, Why do you rebuff
the poet's embrace?
Comes the reply, Why do you not
disrobe and go naked as you are?
I say, Out of the question- I am a man of Earth
and depend on this body.
The poem, And insist on hugging a corpse
when a Universe is there to court?
Such is the enigma baffling
a poet humanoid- a question of beingness.
Vacant in a motion like wind,
set and established like time.
Intangible as love,…
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Added by Francis Don Daniels on November 18, 2009 at 11:30am —
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Standing on the maintop
foolhardy traveler of the wind
on the look out for the tangible
charting the geometry of cities
eyes barren
you smile to the absurdity
and the emergence of the ideas
presses your voice
in a freefall of words
Mermaids of memory
the Muses
ecstatic at the call of the poet
sing, enchanting
and from cove to cove
from syllable to syllable
you reach at twilight
the bluish shores of laughter
of chatter
in the archipelago of language.
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Added by Raymond Miot on November 18, 2009 at 10:30am —
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Oh my Lord –
When will You come?
Will I be found, before my earthly life is done?
Will I experience Your Resurrection Power
and observe how sin You have conquered & devoured?
It’s a win-win scenario, for me, in any case –
As I long to see Your radiance, revealed at Heaven’s pace.
To enter Your gates with humble willingness
is real, knowing that I’m clothed by Your Righteousness.
When will You come?
Will I be found, before Death has finally succumbed?
Although Your timetable has not bee…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 18, 2009 at 4:50am —
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Oh my Lord –
When will You come?
Will I be found, before my earthly life is done?
Will I experience Your Resurrection Power
and observe how sin You have conquered & devoured?
It’s a win-win scenario, for me, in any case –
As I long to see Your radiance, revealed at Heaven’s pace.
To enter Your gates with humble willingness
is real, knowing that I’m clothed by Your Righteousness.
When will You come?
Will I be found, before Death has finally succumbed?
Although Your timetable has not bee…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 18, 2009 at 4:50am —
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You there
universe -
little dot
There you sit
acting big
do you not
Yet these untold
dark lies
are your lot
And a trap
for high spirits
your lot
Some far dream
gone so wrong
yes your lot
Yet had we
made you
then forgot?
I think so
yes I do
little dot
~~~
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Added by Kent Davis on November 17, 2009 at 11:51pm —
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Everyday Practices for Young People Who Want to Help Save the World
© 2007 Amy Wachspress (visit
www.wozabooks.com)
1. Pursue your passion.
This is the most important thing a young person can do each day to make the world a better place. When you do what you love, then you send your love out into the world. Discover your personal gifts and talents and pursue them with passion. Grow yourself. Find good teachers.
2. Take care of yourself.
Exercise, eat nut…
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Added by Amy Wachspress on November 16, 2009 at 4:25pm —
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“The Call to Shakabaz is a children’s book that is important for everyone to know about. I suggest you buy it and read it together with the whole family.” -- Bev Smith, nationally syndicated talk radio host
“This is a book about finding personal strength, in all different forms, and appreciating the talents of others, and the strength in uniting different people, and so much more! I want to buy a copy for everyone I know, regardless of age, race, or sex. It’s part fantasy, part history lesson,…
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Added by Amy Wachspress on November 16, 2009 at 4:24pm —
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EXCERPT FROM THE CALL TO SHAKABAZ: BUTTERFLIES
“I think Compost travels somewhere on this road, otherwise we would see people on it,” Jasper called to the others with concern. “Look sharp.”
Only moments after Jasper’s warning, a tiny puff of dust appeared ahead of them on the road and a terrible smell like rotting vegetables wafted to them on the breeze. “Into the field, quickly,” Jasper called to them. “That’s Compost up ahead! I can smell him.”
The travelers tumbled off their tigers and rolle…
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Added by Amy Wachspress on November 16, 2009 at 4:22pm —
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The Call to Shakabaz, by Amy Wachspress, is a children’s fantasy adventure of a different color, many different colors in fact. The book is set in an African American cultural context and all the characters in the book are Black, or Black mixed in with other vibrant hues. There are almost no books for children and young adults in the fantasy adventure genre with any Black characters, let alone a whole book featuring them. The book is also unusual in that it does not depend on the typical Anglo-S…
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Added by Amy Wachspress on November 16, 2009 at 4:20pm —
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Today is Remembrance Day 2009
Parades arrive at the Cenotaphs.
In our City of Hamilton’s Gore Park
Time: 11:00AM
On the 11th Month
On the 11th Day
Prestigious Ceremonies.
Bugles sounds softly heard throughout the world.
Generals’ salute, planes fly bye to everyone’s delight.
Visitors stand motionless wear poppies on display.
Wreathes set down at base symbolically remembering.
One minute silence in schools or in work places
Remembrance day for World Wars Veterans..
Like the Cen…
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Added by Geneva M. Neale (Audain) on November 11, 2009 at 3:53pm —
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Morning Messengers 11/7/09
Six ravens circling an autumnal sky
Bleak harbingers of approaching winter
Or, prophets of transformation
Angel of Vespers 11/7/09
Starless night, clarity in indigo
In the music of silence, serenity descends
My contradictions meld into wholeness
Beneath the blue robed angel’s wings
At the Threshold 11/8/09
Single withered leaf on a naked branch
Late autumn enfolding all
Threshold to deeper things
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Added by Clare Gnecco on November 10, 2009 at 7:11pm —
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Absolution
In the magical surroundings of
The Chimney Rock Mountains
My grandkids were enjoying ice creams.
The little one climbed over the table
With ice cream con in his hand
Eating and showing to a young couple.
The woman was eating not the ice cream
But listlessly moving the spoon in her mouth
And the man was looking down to his back.
Did they come to confess to one another
Over the privacy of the ice cream?
Their past was flowing over the table,
Neither there was any sign of the rain
Nor…
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Added by Dr. Ram Mehta on November 9, 2009 at 8:23pm —
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Materials of surprise startled friends.
Gallons of paint, sand paper and dry wall nails.
Wait until twenty years to buy renovations.
Carpentry indeed apprenticeship practice.
Railings to correct cantering down stairs.
Ownerships, responsibilities decisiveness.
Rain water no longer pour down wall.
Creek no longer through the ceiling fall.
New shingles an embellishment to neighborhood.
Energy saving devices alert sirens tingles.
Cupboards on each room would do the trick.
Storage of all Christmas…
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Added by Geneva M. Neale (Audain) on November 9, 2009 at 7:59am —
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I decided to figure it out, the reason why I now sat on a park bench, the sun on my back, watching breezes ripple the surface of a cool pond.
I knew a simple reason existed, and also I knew I now avoided viewing this truth.
It floated just out of reach, a shade behind the reality of the usual.
Then I suddenly knew.
Here I was, because everywhere else, I was not.
~~~
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Added by Kent Davis on November 8, 2009 at 4:17pm —
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----- Forwarded Message ----
From: Writers & Illustrators of the Future
To:
Sent: Sun, November 8, 2009 12:09:30 AM
Subject: Artist's Letter to the President
Dear Friend,
As an author or artist, I wanted to let you know of a way you can support the protection of your valuable works by protecting the copyrights in them.
On November 16th, the Copyright Alliance will deliver a letter asking President Obama and Vice President Biden to pursue policies that respect the rights of artists with ea…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 8, 2009 at 2:12pm —
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Senior Scenario
~Set of circumstances affecting all others near, under, over, or around it, at a certain point in time.
Two choices here:
1) Leave your head in the sand
(yes, you know **something** is going on)
2) Watch this documentary video
If ever there were a turning point in history....
The video:
(download or watch online)
"Fall Of The Republic: The Presidency Of Barack H. Obama"
(an actual imminent implosion of freedom)
h…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 8:30pm —
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Updated galactic rendering based on new data.
That's Old Sol, our sun, and just another star among countless trillions in this galaxy, at the center of the spider web grid.
That's us, lingering out nearer the end of the Orion Spur, branching off of the larger Sagittarius Arm, curving out from the light tan glowing galactic core.
I hear there's a great little hamburger stand in the next spiral arm over.
I'm hungry, be back in a few durations. Leave the lights on.
Leave Earth on too.
Thanks…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 2:35pm —
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I wrote my words as language grew,
and then I sunk into the earth
as a seed awaiting rain,
a touch of sunlight far above the misty blue
I plodded on, with tense my devil
Future-tense: He will fly
Present-tense: He flies
Past-tense: He flew
Eventually I had it down and cold
and the pages, like dragons, I slew
Now a writer, my enemy,
grew deep within another chapter
of the novel called existence
And on parchment made of stuff
between unalike dimensions,
into a chilling little tale he wrote me…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 3:33am —
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Craggy of feature, torn by hot wind, he peered out across a burning desert to the sea.
He could almost smell the seaside spray, cool with a salty tinge, inviting sailors with their own dreams of maiden mermaids, back to their calling, rolling with the waves.
And there he dreamed the dreams of divers meeting sunken mountains deep below rolling tides and layered fathoms called brine.
He dreamed of deep, of darkness far below sunlit sails of vessels hurled along on flowing breeze.
And there the…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 2:09am —
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Mit dir
A Question Of Beingness
To the Poet
Poem: When Will You Come?
Little Dot
Everyday Practices for Young People Who Want to Help Save the World
Remembrance
Daily Epiphanies
Absolution
