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Heres a virtual movie of the poet John Keats reading his lovely "Ode on Melacholy".
Please try my Dailymotion video websites where you can see the great poets oldtime acoustic blues performers...
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audio visual poem iv made, let your imagination run wild with it.
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I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells,
Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone .
I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells
And dances, love notes, babies of her own.
But dare I wish...
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The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
The winds, they die.
The winds they blast.
Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines
As he darts mid the rigging and sails?
Does his ship rock him...
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The speeding carts
in darkness lunge and squeal,
(eyes glow then fade)
down through a dragon's jaw,
passed bats and skulls.
Kids shriek with anxious awe,
but, though we duck,
few think the...
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When they approached they knocked upon the gate.
The agèd Porter asked, "Who are you two
Who dare to call on us. You know it's late."
Etain cried out, "We'll sing and play for...
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A poem that speaks of a poetry workshop participants at St. Stephen's Church, Belvedere in Marin County, north of San Francisco. Mostly a statement of the human self in relation to God in Christ.
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Broken Puppet
By MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
There are strings and there are… strings.
Threads of silk and steel, of hand me down love and rusty angst...
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