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The Rhythm of Picking Sides
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Circles of energy, electric anger in loveā¦
The falling sky, ominous and foreboding presses gravity upon ...
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An excerpt from "The Force of Poetry"; a poetry reading and talk on the meaning, mechanics and significance of poetry. Endorsed by Maine Public Broadcasting. Find the entire film on DVD at...
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Photos by me
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood...
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Again she sits
examining her feet.
This not-so-youthful dancer
sees new roles now go
to younger girls.
And in her soul she knows,
though wise, still strong,
she can't compete.
"How many...
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When in the Morphean realm oft' have I seen
Sublime, fantastic visions of the night.
Once as I slept within a forest green
My eyes beheld a most adventurous sight.
Pitch dark it was, but then...
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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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Oh welcome sisters of the sacred well,
Who married Cadmus, mourned Achilles' soul.
You guard the chest of endless unsung scrolls,
What greater tales have you yet left to tell?
Between your...
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Just stop and listen.
Don't you have some song or other
all day running 'round your brain?
Why THAT tune?
Each one driving me insane.
Some dawns I think:
"Did THAT go all night long?"
And...
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