Tag: arts
group name: paree
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July 30, 2007 08:20 PM EDT --
Time to be a creative poet. Today I invite you to make a Haiku poetry.
Use your philosophical thoughts to swim across the Haiku passion river.
It is very easy and only three verses/lines are required . . . more
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August 25, 2006 01:10 AM EDT --
The poet in a lone line
Can blow your ever-loving mind
In just a sentence or two
The poet tells true
What it takes a novel to do.
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October 11, 2006 12:42 PM EDT --
Rodin carved your pensive reverie
A reflective moment etched in imagination
Eternally trapped in brooding repose
Questioning the Gods of reason
Your demise is nearing
Soon the figure head . . . more
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May 24, 2007 04:09 PM EDT --
Recently, I was fortunate enough to have my dark children’s novel The Ghost Mirror accepted for publication by e Treasures Publishing. You can imagine how excited I was to have my novel . . . more
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July 22, 2007 11:19 PM EDT --
If you've seen my profile, you know that I participate in 3 online reading discussion groups. One is for Pulitzer winners, one is for classic literature, and one is for fiction in . . . more
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September 15, 2006 07:44 AM EDT --
Listen to the breath of ageless wisdom,
coming from your elder's creased lips.
Feel the whispered strokes of love
from passion's partner in crime
Taste the nectar of the Gods
on your thirsty . . . more
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July 26, 2006 01:57 PM EDT --
Our cars and our stars all look the same
What happened to originality who can explain?
Our art is defined by the greed of the market
Cash flow charts and the big box office
A new show comes out that's . . . more
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July 25, 2006 09:51 AM EDT --
Haiku to you too
I love the rhyme you do do
To keep Haiku true
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August 11, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
With toes curling
in and out on the
the thick pile rug,
I begin to
imagine in my head
The words to pen
that set us apart
and unequal
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Fingers play
the keys
I hear
in my head
Now . . . more
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August 17, 2006 05:07 PM EDT --
Where do we meet?
Yes, I know at gather but where do you sit to meet with your gatherites. What kind of place is it? Idea?s can be shared so why not how we uniquely make our space in our homes. To have . . . more
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August 26, 2007 03:42 PM EDT --
I know what I want to say here, but I'm not sure I make my point. Still, I think there is some value here.
To my wife of 43 years.
She was a city girl and I a small town boy. . . . more
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August 10, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
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August 11, 2006 12:05 AM EDT --
Out of the blue
my lover came to me
Then out of the blue
he was gone.
My love for him
never ended...
Thirty years that
Took us through:
A husband or two,
children,...
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May 23, 2007 08:55 AM EDT --
Acrostic poetry can be traced as far back as ancient Greece. It was a very popular method of form poetry and still is today. Acrostic poetry is very specific in its form and has a well defined structure. . . . more
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July 24, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
What do you think of "O", Oprah's magazine? Do you ever purchase it? Read it? Like the content?
I got a few free issues about a year ago and I . . . more
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June 14, 2007 07:47 AM EDT --
I am excited about my position as Thursday editor for the new Gather: Writing Essential. I look forward to reading each submission and adding my comments to the ongoing discussions.
I plan to feature . . . more
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July 19, 2006 02:23 AM EDT --
The anodyne for loneliness arrives with you--and what you have to say.
Ear Balm
Your warm gentle breath
Chaperoned by loving oaths
In my anxious ear
© 2006 Jim Ross
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January 03, 2007 08:21 PM EST --
The land outside my town pours around decaying ranches and rusted cars, past lean cattle dogs and brown men in cowboy hats and torn jeans. My friend, Leo, lives here, lives in a stucco home with a dog . . . more
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July 12, 2007 07:00 PM EDT --
Today's Writing Essential explores darkness, fear, things that go bump in the night. Gather's writers have posted some incredible stories and poems of their dances with the devilish. I'm enjoying . . . more
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September 13, 2006 06:17 PM EDT --
He moistens his lips
Raises his brow
Masters the art
Of seducing the page
Sheds a tear for longing
Wipes his eyes with shame
Gently rubs his temples
Sacred ink stained pain
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