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We shoved off.
I took starboard,
you took port and rudder,
I the jib.
The rising sail puffs proudly,
slackens then inhales in sport.
Will we have
shifting gusts or calm or gale?
Above the...
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When players
know their instruments so well
that thought is act
and both of them are one
or when impassioned poets
in a spell hear chanting faster
than a pen can run
or when an artist
in a...
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Religious and spiritual prose poem by aspiring poet Peter Menkin, written and recorded for audio by the writer. About a rooming house in Larkspur, California USA (north of San Francisco).
This is...
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John Gielgud in Prospero's Books
A Poem by Charles Bryant
Music and text both admirable,
concept intriguing, performance beyond reproach;
for...
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poetry visualized
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