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Ah . . . the delicate musings of poets must not be disabled
by drunken politics and books of computerized drivel.
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Your heart can sing It can sing you the world
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Rejected manuscripts mean everything to me now
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If you're going to put a poem out there
Expect for it to be ripped apart
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alright. i can play your game. we shall see what you have for me
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Powerful words, words of power.
Thoughts and ideas expressed
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What happens when the intangible,
Turns into tremors of feeling?
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Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
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In the land of Cimmeria
things are far scarier
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Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
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Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
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Writing poetry is my art
I write poems using my brain and from my heart
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Always Writing
Seems most of this life is
by JasonFontaine
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 29 1:44 PM 2007. In Unique, Poetry, New, Authors, Poets, Abortion, Pro-Life, Revolution, Thougths, Oughts
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the chill of the fall air
soothes and pacifies me
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They laughed
when I spoke
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To be Blessed is not a talent,
but to have talent is a Blessing.
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Once you've been bitten by the 'muse'
it's a torment that you never lose?
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A poet could be anybody,
Just trying to survive the day...
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Poets / carry a gift / of individual / creativity; expressed in / their Art /
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Oral Poets, deficient of parchment, prayed to the highest Muse. / Memorable words flowed like a living stream and did infuse. / Tapestry words of earthly wonders for the Heavenly Devine. / For eons their pen of love hel
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bury them in their graves / the lost souls and poetry's slaves / the mindless wander's youthful face despised / never again to the see the sun fully rised / shot killed maimed murdered without vengence / and left i
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The best state for a poet to be in Is not in love or hate
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What lies deep within them? What lies buried way down?
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Life is not a painting you're able to finish Not in this life time as your days diminish
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Written down in a manner designed for
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A horrible thing, to live soulless. Not feeling love or pride or bliss.
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