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A resource for poets looking for practical examples of poetic forms, poetry exercises, and an extensive listing of example poets and some of their works. Tuesday, September 14, 2010. The Point Is - You Should Be Writing. Four seasons fill the measure of the year;. Four seasons are there in the mind of man. He hath his lusty spring, when fancy clear. He hath his summer, when luxuriously. He chews the honied cud of fair spring thoughts,.
Struggle - Pain - Solipsism - Wit - Perseverance. Friday, October 1, 2010. Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;. Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father now! Will man lament the state he should envy? On My First Son.
Loss - War - Heroism - Emptiness - Longing. Tuesday, September 14, 2010. We chaired you through the market-place;. Man and boy stood cheering by,. And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come,. Shoulder-high, we bring you home,. And set you at your threshold down,. Townsman of a stiller town. Three foggy mornings and one rainy day.
The Basics - Modeling - Practice - Forms - Organization. Monday, May 17, 2010. I figured I simply had.
Spirituality - Nature - Renewal - Romance - Connection. Thursday, October 21, 2010. What is Spring Poetry? When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,. The moon and the stars, which You have ordained;. What is man that You take thought of him,. To pass on the image and the feeling, they have.
Supporting the Poetry Center of Chicago. Hands On Stanzas Poetry Anthologies. Poetry Center of Chicago Chicago Cultural Center 78 East Washington Street Chicago, Illinois 60602.
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To be seen and not heard. I live in a world that I can be seen and not heard. I live like a doll on a shelf that is seen. Ever if I was to talk no one will hear me. Its sucks but that is how life is. I feel like there is something missing. Maybe just a piece or some thing bigger.
Love me for Who I am. Well some people asked me why so serious so many time. Please enter the sequence of characters in the field below.