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Desperate Housewife Triumphs Through Poetry Writing
FantasyControversy or My Reality is triumph over the desperate house wife syndrome. After Ruth Garnes walked away from a fulfilling career to become a fulltime wife and mother, she claimed that she momentarily became a desperate house wife. Not wa...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Ruth Garnes
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Beautiful City
Tennyson wrote this centuries or so ago, and I ran across it during the Moslem riots in France. We've been at war, Christians, Jews and Moslems, for a very long time. It seemed timeless, so I decided to try to make an updated version of my own with...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Karen Peralta
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Roses of Sharon
I wrote this poem in honor of any non-Japanese who kept Japanese-American property safe on Bainbridge Island, WA, during the WWII Japanese-American Internment. If there even were any such people. Most other Americans ripped off J-A property, and bo...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Karen Peralta
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Christmas From the Heart
Family grows and moves on, but yet our hearts are always together. Getting ready for a family reunion, this poem was written with the heart and soul of a mother waiting for the return of her family from far away places. A son from the danger of w...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Victoria Blatzer
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As the River Flows and The Goats of War (Poetry and Notes on War)
1) The Goats of War
We are all of us, dirty
None innocent
All alike—war has
Rolled over us like a train
In High gear—:
Blood, boots, bombs
And sharp metal:
A crude lifestyle
We never seem to get
Tired of…
The emphatically brave—
Come ho...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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On the Porch
On the Porch
It’s cold on the porch
This Thanksgiving Day—
My breath makes a mist
Near the window…frame
Leaves in the street
Flying every which way—
Most of them are off
The trees, I see…today
Smoke from the Chimneys
It’s cold on the porch...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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Out of a Ghouls Hive (A Poetic Tale)
Out of a Ghouls Hive
“They dread red…”The King said,
As was on every pillar in the kingdom; thus,
“A certain amount of red appeared…”
(so he said) “…red, red is where
Death occurs.”
One pillar she noticed had a light shade—
Another dark; one pilla...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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Three November Poems
Show-shine Boy
I’m warm
Safe
Surrounded by books
Under my heart beat
Resides a phantom
—an old drunk
On the long walk
From 12 to 58
I never forgot
The Shoe-shine Boy
In me!!
I never ran out of polish—;
When I looked into my shine,
As n...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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The Beauty of Minnesotas Autumn (A Poem; With Notes)
The Beauty of Minnesota’s Autumn
Now droops the troubled trees
The cold sunset, darkens the leaf.
A fear so holy,
A grief, elusive,
Creates the changing of the year
The weary sigh—from long winds
Itch the sky,--with blue tints;
A dream
For a dreame...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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By Being Simply You
You make my heart sing an ancient love song,
And I know that with you is where I belong.
Your sweet gentle touch sends thrills my body over,
No one else in this world could ever be my lover.
Your strong arms around me, shielding from all harm,
D...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Saundra L. Washington
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Be The Changes You Want To See
Believe.
Know that your history is not your destiny.
Give up judgment—
Know that people just do the best they can.
Persist.
Pray and move your feet.
Give of your gifts and passions.
Volunteer for something you love to do.
Believe that anyth...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Denice Moffat
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Various Poems - Inspiration, Nature, and More
Snowfall
Looking out on the field of purest white
That our peaceful neighborhood has become,
I feel wind and snowflakes so very light
Gently touching my face in the night's cold glum.
Coming back in to warm my cold hands
In front of the old firepl...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Owen Johnston
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Collection of Haiku
Spring
Watching the birds fly,
My mind wanders to the sky,
Searching for beauty.
Summer
Practicing under
The shady sycamore tree -
The sun still finds me.
Fall
I read by streetlight -
Solemnly the silent owl
Watches me walking.
Winter
Wintry tre...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Owen Johnston
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Under A Black Halo
I would like to share with you a poem which has been with me for over a decade. It was conceived in Marrakesh on a trip to the airport from the old city. The moon was huge and orange and on its way behind the Medina wall. I was in a rattling old ta...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : John Redvers
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The Two Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes is known to us because of his poetry. But he was a medical doctor and professor at Harvard University Medical School. Some don’t realize that he and his son were not the same person.
At http:www.2020site.orgpoetryowh.html ...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : John T Jones, Ph.D.
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The Rimac Rio (a poem)
I sometimes wonder, if you are for real (My River);
I see you are worried and frightened.
I am sure,
neither one of us have anything to fear
but the element of time:
some call this death, death, death!…
Yet you river, coy as you may seem,
go on...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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Top Ten Autumn Quotations
"Autumn's the mellow time." --William Allingham
"Autumn.. the year's last, loveliest smile." --William C. Bryant
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf's a flower." --Albert Camus
"No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen ...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Danielle Hollister
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Still Alive (El Salvador - Images out of Latin America)
Images out of Latin America
Still Alive (El Salvador)
Introduction: long overdue is this poem. I lived through the 1980s (the war of El Salvador)) the Reagan years)); also, Vietnam (of which I was part of, in the seventies); and been to Central...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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Poems Out of Bogotá
25) “Catedral de Sal”
(Zipaquirá, Colombia)) by Bogotá))
Colossal pillars gleam,
At their insuperable posts,
Who guard the holy Cathedral
(hundreds of feet blow—in the deep
salt mines of Zipaquirá).
And flames in a silent cross’s
Deep in t...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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Poems Out of Peru
22) Peru’s Demise
War may be an evil sin (but not an elusion)
“…but who cares?” —says the winner… (and who
dares point fingers—after all is said and done?
((surely not the loser)):
thus, the weak get buried with the weeds..:! Never
to be seen a...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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In the Haunting Gloom of Twilight (the Devil at Dusk)
In my poetry I shall tell of the trials, woes, and joys—
To time yet unborn…;
Of sleep and death that lie ahead…and of strange music
As He beckons the world to his command,
In the haunting gloom of twilight—.
Somewhere I lost my passing gra...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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An October Afternoon in Lima & The Wild-cats of the Nevados
11)An October Afternoon in Lima, Peru
The sun sets upon my brow
A book upon my lap—
The city’s cars I hear nearby
—as a realm of thoughts…
Sink deep into my mind—
I am subdued by the cooing birds
And angels that whisper nearby—
My body seems...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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Deathless Wings (The Beauty in Martinas Hands) - In English and Spanish
The art of beauty I have found
In the hands of Martina—de Peru
;
The artist of: skin, flesh and beauty;
She lifts up an alien face—
Whom calls for the ole sun to rise
(a little beauty, lost somewhere—
somewhere—in the night).
I have seen the...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
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Read this Article if You Are Not Afraid of Bird Flu
Are you tired of being in fear of this or that or what ever it is today? Are you tired of the BS and Hokum from the folks who brought us Y2K?
Are you sitting down and watching too much TV until your rear is sore? Are you simply fed up with the pros...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Lance Winslow
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Federico Garcia Lorca
Born in Fuente Vaqueros near Granada in 1898, Federico Garcia Lorca was the son of a prosperous farmer and a school teacher mother. It was from Lorca’s mother that he took most influence in early life – she taught him to play music and sing – skill...
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rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Mike McDougall
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