Peteskid at Allpoetry
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Member since February 4, 2007.
- I'm a screaming dragon poet for 12,386 comments.
- My mood is
 , and quote is "Nunca me esquecerei que no meio do caminho".
- I am a
man
(United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a prayer for HOPE and CHANGE .
- I support the site as a gold member
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 - I am in the groups Cricketers, Ink Angels Contributing members
- I have 12,386 comments, 68 contests, 1 column, 1,724 poems, 2 stories, 11 journals
My Lists
Poems I'm focused on
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Golden moon filled night in sepia shades
and clouds made a gauzy haze
35 lines, 28 comments,
January 17
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until the end of snow
life is like the day of a child
24 lines, 24 comments,
December 19, 2008
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I dont think she had any idea
of how she had moved through time
52 lines, 12 comments,
November 18, 2008
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You will raise her skirts above bent knee
and thrust hip to pound stacatto beats into helpless boards
38 lines, 22 comments,
October 19, 2008
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8 lines, 51 comments,
January 15, 2008
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How satisfying this fond illusion
sky and clouds,
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13 lines, 53 comments,
September 13, 2007
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there was always a difference
between sitting for an artist
15 lines, 36 comments,
September 11, 2007
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37 lines, 52 comments,
May 21, 2007
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Part One
To whom much is given, much is expected.
531 lines, 27 comments,
March 10, 2007
My Poetry
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the spells of silence work well enough
to suspend the roll of time, thought
23 lines, 2 comments,
November 20
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There were whispers on the mantelpiece
shushed whimpers on corridor walls
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I borrowed a dream from a lover
and played it as a song,
27 lines, 14 comments,
November 16
My Stories
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And there came a day when the Ants sent an emissary1 / to plead for peace in the world;2 / So too did the Honey Bee for the stress of life
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He had read a book about personal redemption. / The story was about a man on death row, condemned; / and how the guards yelled “Dead Man Walking”. / An unforgettable story perhaps, but he had fo
344 lines, 6 comments,
April 10, 2007. In <600 words
My other items
My journal entries
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October 26,
400 words.
Me only.
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October 23,
300 words.
Me only.
Guest Book
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Happy biffday... soso sowy I'm a tad late!!
Hope your day was filled with laughter and goodness. May you have a blessed year ahead!
  Becks
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oh, i love the new page.
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Christian Glitter by www.christianglitter.com
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, PK!
America
Little dark baby,
Little Jew baby,
Little outcast,
America is seeking the stars,
America is seeking tomorrow.
You are America.
I am America
America— the dream,
America— the vision.
America— the star-seeking I.
Out of yesterday
The chains of slavery;
Out of yesterday,
The ghettos of Europe;
Out of yesterday,
The poverty and pain of the old, old world,
The building and struggle of this new one,
We come
You and I,
Seeking the stars.
You and I,
You of the blue eyes
And the blond hair,
I of the dark eyes
And the crinkly hair.
You and I
Offering hands
Being brothers,
Being one,
Being America.
You and I.
And I?
Who am I?
You know me:
I am Crispus Attucks at the Boston Tea Party;
Jimmy Jones in the ranks of the last black troops marching
for democracy.
I am Sojourner Truth preaching and praying for the goodness
of this wide, wide land;
Today’s black mother bearing tomorrow’s America.
Who am I?
You know me,
Dream of my dreams,
I am America.
I am America seeking the stars.
America—
Hoping, praying,
Fighting, dreaming.
Knowing
There are stains
On the beauty of my democracy,
I want to be clean.
I want to grovel
No longer in the mire.
I want to reach always
After stars.
Who am I?
I am the ghetto child,
I am the dark baby,
I am you
And the blond tomorrow
And yet
I am my one sole self,
America seeking the stars.
~~~Langston Hughes
I hope your day was everything you dreamed!
~ten~
I'm very pround of this young and talented boy
JJXtreme
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Golden moon filled night in sepia shades
and clouds made a gauzy haze
35 lines, 28 comments,
January 17
-
until the end of snow
life is like the day of a child
24 lines, 24 comments,
December 19, 2008
-
I dont think she had any idea
of how she had moved through time
52 lines, 12 comments,
November 18, 2008
-
You will raise her skirts above bent knee
and thrust hip to pound stacatto beats into helpless boards
38 lines, 22 comments,
October 19, 2008
-
8 lines, 51 comments,
January 15, 2008
-
How satisfying this fond illusion
sky and clouds,
-
13 lines, 53 comments,
September 13, 2007
-
there was always a difference
between sitting for an artist
15 lines, 36 comments,
September 11, 2007
-
37 lines, 52 comments,
May 21, 2007
-
Part One
To whom much is given, much is expected.
531 lines, 27 comments,
March 10, 2007
My poems
-
the spells of silence work well enough
to suspend the roll of time, thought
23 lines, 2 comments,
November 20
-
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There were whispers on the mantelpiece
shushed whimpers on corridor walls
-
I borrowed a dream from a lover
and played it as a song,
27 lines, 14 comments,
November 16
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Happy biffday... soso sowy I'm a tad late!!
Hope your day was filled with laughter and goodness. May you have a blessed year ahead!
Becks
-
oh, i love the new page.
-
-
Christian Glitter by www.christianglitter.com
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, PK!
America
Little dark baby,
Little Jew baby,
Little outcast,
America is seeking the stars,
America is seeking tomorrow.
You are America.
I am America
America— the dream,
America— the vision.
America— the star-seeking I.
Out of yesterday
The chains of slavery;
Out of yesterday,
The ghettos of Europe;
Out of yesterday,
The poverty and pain of the old, old world,
The building and struggle of this new one,
We come
You and I,
Seeking the stars.
You and I,
You of the blue eyes
And the blond hair,
I of the dark eyes
And the crinkly hair.
You and I
Offering hands
Being brothers,
Being one,
Being America.
You and I.
And I?
Who am I?
You know me:
I am Crispus Attucks at the Boston Tea Party;
Jimmy Jones in the ranks of the last black troops marching
for democracy.
I am Sojourner Truth preaching and praying for the goodness
of this wide, wide land;
Today’s black mother bearing tomorrow’s America.
Who am I?
You know me,
Dream of my dreams,
I am America.
I am America seeking the stars.
America—
Hoping, praying,
Fighting, dreaming.
Knowing
There are stains
On the beauty of my democracy,
I want to be clean.
I want to grovel
No longer in the mire.
I want to reach always
After stars.
Who am I?
I am the ghetto child,
I am the dark baby,
I am you
And the blond tomorrow
And yet
I am my one sole self,
America seeking the stars.
~~~Langston Hughes
I hope your day was everything you dreamed!
~ten~
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