Tag: books
group name: thepoetryreview
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November 08, 2007 05:17 PM EST --
I'm excited to welcome authors Dave and Lillian Brummet to Gather today. Thank you for stopping by to discuss your latest book, PURPLE SNOWFLAKE MARKETING. You also have your . . . more
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October 09, 2008 03:33 PM EDT --
UPDATE : Rumor around The Swedish Academy is that the nomination of Le Clézio was (gasp!) leaked ahead of Thursday's planned announcement I read the Reuters article twice to try to figure out what . . . more
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March 27, 2007 03:21 AM EST --
Loving Father
I suffer.
In love, I watch my children.
Son plants green cacti,
deep into the fine, brown soil.
Pleased – eager.
He learns, looks to me – curious.
Daughter marvels . . . more
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January 01, 2008 10:36 AM EST --
Happy New Year!
May free from fear!
Far away from tear!
Here, there and every where!
The whole world is one family,
And we all are its member. . . . more
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July 03, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
I don't pretend to be all that important. I run a small...tiny...itsy bitsy...press, Bards and Sages. It turns a profit, but I don't do it full time. I haven't published . . . more
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January 31, 2007 08:31 PM EST --
I'm sure you know me very well,
for you use me everyday;
To ruin reputations,
LIES would be my name.
Now don't claim you've never met me,
for you know me, oh so well;
I am your' . . . more
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July 24, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
Dusty books gathered
Never removed from here
Failed library
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October 10, 2008 10:25 AM EDT --
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Resurrection , by Amy George
I don't remember
when you grew wings...
when they flared out
from your back
above the stab wounds
now only scars.
I just remember your . . . more
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May 27, 2007 05:35 PM EDT --
In the great scheme of things
Does it matter what we think?
Will we someday run out of paper,
Or will we run out of all the ink?
The writing of the centuries,
Cross over time and space
Until . . . more
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June 15, 2007 11:05 AM EDT --
Why do you invade my space?
I feel you all over the place
In my clothes and in my food
I’m really not in the mood
I feel you crawling on my skin
Even when I haven’t touched the gin
I . . . more
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July 14, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
It's a chilly Autumn morn
It's just the break of . . . more
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April 29, 2007 12:10 PM EDT --
In life, as in Dreams,
Nothing is quite, what it seems.
-Dean Koontz
I love Dean Koontz as a poet!
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May 22, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
Sal and Sally
Published by Gather Community Press
Author Bio
Jay Miller
I am a retired Engineer, and proudly present Sal and Sally, my second toddler book of my All God's . . . more
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April 13, 2007 08:39 PM EDT --
Proimos, James (2002). If I Were In Charge The Rules Would Be Different. New
York: Scholastic Press. [Author and Illustrator]
I didn’t find this book; . . . more
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April 29, 2007 12:11 PM EDT --
Strawberries and hypocrisies
are strewn by the way
that I place my choices
and make my day.
Water is the source of life
and my inspirational cue.
Let's have a clue
about who we think . . . more
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September 08, 2007 11:26 AM EDT --
“All progress is made by the unreasonable man” – the man who transcends the prevailing reason of his time. In Howard Roark, Ayn Rand created an individual who epitomises the ‘unreasonable . . . more
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August 07, 2007 12:32 PM EDT --
In the center of the tiny village
Sat an aged man, with flute in hand
Softly weaving a tale with breath
Reverberating in the wooden tube
With notes that carried many actions and feelings
Breathed by the . . . more
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May 04, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
While premiers are given powers
as the elephants fight
and the soldiers are charged
by armed gangs,
the court told the man:
'Admit to the theft of the poor
so that the domain . . . more
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July 16, 2007 11:37 AM EDT --
O my guest of heart!
Let me entertain your intoxicating smiles.
O my peer!
Let me read your mystical face!
O my dream'smerchant!
Let me decorate the assembly of love.
O my soul’s . . . more
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August 05, 2007 11:35 AM EDT --
The day is declining.
Stars begin to twinkling.
The birds of variegated plums are singing sweet songs,
while my loneliness is rising.
The wind is making cloud dance.
While my heart's desire . . . more
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