The Life I've Lived
Beauty’s Grace for my Life
Seeking and Believing
The Time We Spend Together
Poetry’s Pathways
There are many wonderful poets who contribute to the marvelously eclectic material posted on All Poetry. I do not have "family, favorites or friends" preferred to other participants here. I try to find someone new to read and enjoy whenever I log in. However, I do recommend the following for their scholarly approach to language arts, their skillful construction and for the intellectually and emotionally compelling content of their poetry:
http://allpoetry.com/cricketjeff
http://allpoetry.com/Exit-Stage-Right
http://allpoetry.com/Eusebius
http://allpoetry.com/Mairi%20bheag
http://allpoetry.com/Vera%20Rich
http://allpoetry.com/Zahhar
There are poets of comparable skill and grace among the hundreds who post their poems here. And, of course, not every reader will find these poets appealing to his or her taste. I just particularly admire the talent and dedication to poetry exhibited by these writers.
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, and quote is "We should seek and be unafraid to believe more than we have already received". - I am a 55 year old man (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm imagining transcendent possibility.
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She learned how to walk as a daughter of wisdom
and raced with the freedom of learning unfettered. -
We plunge into the sparkling, ever darkling, depths
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A poet groaned and said to self,
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across the earth in undulating robes,
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O, let us have a war in which to fight
where all are damned for glory’s honor bright!24 lines, 6 comments, August 23, 2008. In War -
Their grace I may admire but not begrudge:
The trees were never made for me to judge. -
A figure unwieldy and awkwardly framed,
His body was fragile but only a shell. -
I thought to walk where paths would not be found
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A tree fell in the forest with a crash,
But none was there to hear the sound it made. -
Our reason starts and ends with data sensed,
but things not sensed exist no less for that.
Active Contests
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Read the rules and enter a Rondeau, a French form of 15 lines in 3 stanzas with rhyme scheme aabba aabR aabbaR.1500 points, ended November 20, 15 entries In Big points, Rondeaux
My Poetry
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17 lines, November 18. In Lost love
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I am a symphony of four distinctive harmonies
Performed by seasons seen in timbres of chromatic keys,25 lines, 2 comments, November 16. In Nature -
The radiance of sun-bright air,
a kiss that’s never felt upon a face upraised,
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Poetic expression is constrained by the language, history and culture from which it springs, but it is not confined by these. Poetry has traditions, but every inspiration is as unique as each human soul. Everyone experiences life as no one else does, or has, or ever will again. Each poet’s creativity is inspired th
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Posted items are from my point of view with my understanding and assumptions. However, readers respond from their own backgrounds, and they may comprehend my intentions or not. Their impressions represent how my words struck them, but my intention may not leave the hoped for impression. Likewise, I may or may not uOctober 11, In Thoughts. 400 words. → Make first comment?
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The nature of humanity is to observe, wonder about what we see and imagine or try to discover what it means. We are wont to consider the vast array of evidence from which we might learn more about the nature of existence. As rational creatures we consider cause and effect, seeking logical solutions to life’s myster
