“Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.” ~ Oscar Wilde   As we write, we express and as we express we teach. Not everyone out there understands the heart of a poet or even breathes the same air but I believe a passion is felt even when the definition of feeling is not understood. I was reading an older poem by one of our members...
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INCREDIBILITY Those “Ready” Feelings    “Never be sad for what is over, just be glad that is was once yours.”  “Relationships are like glass.  Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.”              I still remember those first feelings of being in love.  The moment captures you and all you can think about is that special someone.  But I also remember...
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Welcome to the Dark Poetry Explosion with Valentine’s Day quickly approaching what better topic to explore than being the other woman or man.  Before you turn away, just think…some of you may have found yourselves involved with a married man or woman.  Maybe it wasn’t intentional, and by the time you found out the truth, you were already lost in love.  Maybe some are generally unhappy… but ask yourself...
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“The so-called Beat Generation was a whole bunch of people, of all different nationalities, who came to the conclusion that society sucked.” — Amiri Baraka Every generation has a movement and every decade starts a revolution and in poetry every century speaks a new language of expression. Who would’ve thought classic poets such as Walt Whitman, William Blake and Henry David Thoreau would influence a new definition of American...
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moonlight I’ve heard of domino theory and virginity never believed either questions – always questions . . . premises, postulates, and posits piss! catalysts of change? streets ran white with idealism all shades of grey – even black became a colour – it was beautiful! rivalry’s standard – a cartoon never shown on Sesame Street my favourite barber is...
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No Entry And No Exit There are no entry and no exit in our life. No entry and no exit… Besides birth and death. We are born into this world in order to live and love, sometimes to laugh and cry. Our days go on, Our days go on and fly. In every moment of our life we lose...
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The Poet And His Guitar He gathers what he needs Heads down to the green fields With an overcast sky above him The sun smiling at a distant horizon. Humming breeze, chirping birds on the trees One said “good day” to him This little blue robin sitting on a small branch. Armed with a guitar on one hand With...
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Reflections (a day of grey) I felt inverted, walking on overcast, the abandoned terrain, above weeping moss and overturned clay, uncertainty on every side. An empty vessel, weightless, somewhere out there, among the unmarked graves, where elephants go to die and scavengers remain vigilant. The rain slowed to a stutter, tree’s winter-skin silhouetted over abandoned canvas, your giant eyes...
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