poetry
poetry
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
Light shimmersthrough louvers.The empty bed, rumpled,is an open wound.A yellowing newspaperlies on the floorits date blurred.Outside, gardenia windsrustle the leaveswhispering,"Come back.Come back"---...
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by Lexi Jewlgia - 2007-03-12
The structure of a poem is essential. Structure pertains to observing a poem's patterns in lines and stanzas. The way a poem is presented visually, and the way the poem sounds can affect the way the r...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
Children always tell the truth.If they don't like you,they tell you.They might like yellow,but not purple.They might like broccoli,but not string beans.Grown-ups may have to spendten years on a therap...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
When I was young,I loved my crayons:first the boxes of five,bright primary colors.Later the jumbo boxesopening me upto the wonderfulworld of color:pinks and yellowsthe colors of pretty dresses,greens ...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
On MondayI begin again.The dreams of Sundaydisappear,enveloped in the fogof Monday's realities.My hands, my feet,and one small partof my brainmove through Monday,savoring Tuesday.---------------------...
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by Richard Pettinger - 2007-03-13
What is the nature of love? True Love is at once inexpressible and to speak of love is to lose its essence. Yet the great poets have sought tirelessly to give expression to the deepest yearning of the...
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by Ugur Akinci - 2007-03-13
In the spirit of gratitude to the masters that have gone before us, and in the hopes of helping inject a moment's worth of tranquility and reflection into a world that desperately needs some, I hereby...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-13
Internal signalshelp us understand our needs.External signalsbombard us continuously, pushing us to questionthe competency of our choices. Internal signals are more reliable,growing out of perceptions...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-14
In one far corner of a cornerexuding messages you stand.Prim, waxen whitebell-shaped, yellow-tongued,long green throatsinging in the wind.You sing, but not for me.You in your own sweet destiny are wra...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-14
It was sunnyjust a moment before, then clouds, thunder,flashes of lighteningthrough the rain. Just before the sun reappeared,a young man,leaving his office,was struck bylightening---------------------...
