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Review: Patchy poetry in Long Beach Opera's 'Ainadamar' - Los Angeles Times

Review: Patchy poetry in Long Beach Opera's 'Ainadamar'
Los Angeles Times
The Long Beach Opera offers up a generic take on 'Ainadamar,' Osvaldo Golijov's reflection on the murder of Spanish poet Federico García Lorca. Suzan Hanson at the dress rehearsal of Long Beach Opera's West Coast premiere of Oswald Golijov's "Ainadamar ...

Odes to turbulent times, from India's 'bhasa' poets - TwoCircles.net

Odes to turbulent times, from India's 'bhasa' poets
TwoCircles.net
By Madhusree Chatterjee, IANS, New Delhi : The new vernacular poetry in India is moving away from the softer shades of nature and love - the genre made famous by poet Rabindranath Tagore - to negotiate the turbulent contemporary times by addressing ...

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Milat poetry reveals lack of remorse - Ninemsn

Sydney Morning Herald

Milat poetry reveals lack of remorse
Ninemsn
Poetry written by convicted teenage murder Matthew Milat since his arrest reveals a lack of remorse and an offer to "kill for cash". In a poem called 'Cold Life' tendered to court, Milat's fascination with bloodshed and murder seems apparent, ...
Killer Matthew Milat's meat axe poetryAdelaide Now
I am not fazed by blood or screams: Belanglo killer's chilling poetryHerald Sun
Milat, Klein face sentencing hearingFraser Coast Chronicle

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Poetry recital: On flights of lyrical wisdom - The Express Tribune

The Express Tribune

Poetry recital: On flights of lyrical wisdom
The Express Tribune
By Our Correspondent Iftikhar Arif recites poetry at the mushaira that took place at NUML on Monday. PHOTO: THE EXPRESS TRIBUNE To give vent to poets and poetry enthusiasts, a Mehfil-e-Mushaira (poetry recital) was organised at the National University ...
Mushaira fills NUML atmosphere with calls of encorePakistan Daily Times

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THE POET'S PEN: The Real McCoy - Wicked Local

THE POET'S PEN: The Real McCoy
Wicked Local
By Bill “Liam” Alberti Poets are lovers…of words and phrases. We also enjoy learning the history of idioms. Recently, I stumbled on one of the espoused entomological origins of the phrase “The Real McCoy.” There are actually several proponents, ...

Poetry Analysis: 'Meaning' by Czeslaw Milosz - The Epoch Times

Poetry Analysis: 'Meaning' by Czeslaw Milosz
The Epoch Times
The poet expresses a boundless hope, one that exposes the ultimate duplicity of a passing world—one in which those who live on “this side” must confront. “The lining of the world” emphasizes a higher order of life has persists in the face of the ...

26th annual Dakota Cowboy Poetry Gathering - Dickinson Press

26th annual Dakota Cowboy Poetry Gathering
Dickinson Press
26th Annual Dakota Cowboy Poetry Gathering Memorial Day weekend, May 26 and 27, 2012 Medora Community Center Medora, ND The 26th annual Dakota Cowboy Poetry Gathering is set to kick off at 1 PM, Saturday, May 26th at the Medora Community Center, ...

Gary Glazner's poems bring joy to Appleton dementia patients - Appleton Post Crescent

Gary Glazner's poems bring joy to Appleton dementia patients
Appleton Post Crescent
Alzheimer's poet in Appleton: MAY 21, 2012: Watch acclaimed poet Gary Glazner, founder and director of the Alzheimer's Poetry Project, share a poet with residents of Appleton Health Care Center. For more information on the Alzheimer's Poetry Project, ...

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RAW Talent students perform poetry about incarceration in “From the Pen to the ... - San Francisco Chronicle (blog)

RAW Talent students perform poetry about incarceration in “From the Pen to the ...
San Francisco Chronicle (blog)
Poetry comes from the heart, and whether that heart is imprisoned by the mind or cold steely bars, what's scribbled down on paper can make life-changing differences. That's the message 19 young Richmond poets spoke about at the East Bay Center for the ...

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Cap Metro's newest enhancement? Poetry on a bus - Austin American-Statesman

Cap Metro's newest enhancement? Poetry on a bus
Austin American-Statesman
By Patrick Beach Starting likely this week, and it's just a start, some 150 Capital Metro buses will have placards containing locally written poems and the Austin Poetry Society is launching a contest for budding bards or struggling soliliquists to ...

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In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating Poverty out on every street(In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with desire causes stirring.Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986);Summer kept us busy, buildingA medical clinic, in the mountains?.

Spell of the Andes: (in English and Spanish)
Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru, from Huancayo to Lima. I sensed I was but an ant, among the mass of stone, earth and foliage of this enchanting, and enduring landscape.

Ive Learned
You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved.

The Ballad of: Brawling Mad-dog Sergeant Rook [Now in: SPANISH and English]
English VersionA bunch of us guys in the hutIn ?NamWere playing cards, singing songs;In a solo-room, back of the hutLay mad-dog, Sergeant Rook;And watching from a distanceWas his sidekick, Corporal Cook.When out of the night, he wantedTo fightThis bully of six-foot-twoDog-drunk, smelling like a skunkI wanted to fight him too.

Shadows of the Andes; Ollantayambo; and Cesar Vallejo [Poems in English and Spanish]
1) Shadows of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]I shall blend-in, into theMountains-Into the faintest thinShadowsof the mountains!Like the moss on moistenedStoneLike a leaf blown far fromHome?(freshly fallen)!I shall blend-in, clingingTo the mountains-Into its faintest thinShadowsNote: when I arrived back home from Peru, my 7th trip in five years [April, 2005], I had spend about 30-days this time on the trip. I visited the Mantaro Valley, Huancayo, and drove through the Andes.

Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concludedWith the pastor shaking hands,Offering words of comfortI didn't quite understand.The undertakers came forthAnd summoned pallbearers' four.

Four Poems: Harvest of Apoplectic Horses [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Apoplectic Horses((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before:Nearby and afar,Where the four-horses ofApocalypseWith their flaming nostrilsBreathed in the fury of the windsOnly to vomit out, disaster; -Then galloped away,Against pale faces!..

My Grannio
I never thought I would have to say GOODBYE to my best friend? But that's what I had to do today I had to let go of her forever -There was no other way For me to face reality Or pretend to be okay I had no concept -Of how hard it would be To actually let go Of this huge part of me? Not tomorrow or ever -Will my life be the same Without my Grannio here Life seems to be a game - Of chance and questions?Questions that never end And have no answers That can begin to mend The gaping hole inside of meNor come close to healing My heart and soul that Seem to be feeling Lost, numb and empty-Completely hollow? Like I have nobody left To really follow - Through life with respectShe was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that before She left this earthAnd I told her so More than once or twice Because she had to know Just how very special -And truly blessed I felt to have her as my friend She was the best Without a doubt -My Grannio gave me More than anybody Will ever really see? It was an unspoken -Kind of love That came with no conditions And went far above The normal caringAnd average support For a grandchild - Or family of any sort She gave more of herselfTo me than anyone In my life ever will Nobody could have done What she did for meWith so much devotion, Absolute honesty And true emotion? Her loyalty was -Sincerely undying I realize so much Now that I'm crying - And wishing thatI had just one more day To spend holding her hand And trying to take away Her fears and her pain -That took over her Body and her mind Like never before? In our lives -I would have sincerely Given 20 years of my life To have her merely Be here tomorrow -I cannot explain The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is inside of me -That will never go away No matter how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever?Just as her special touch Will always be with me And mean so very much - To me and my son?Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I promise To never forget -What she would have done If she was still here For him - her only one Great-grandchild?Resource Box - � Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.

Joined
JOINEDHeart beat of manpounding - yet unheardjoined becomes thebeat of a nation.Words of man written - yetunreadjoinedbecomes a proclamation.

Cruel World
Azra, Azra,Wake up Azra.Wake up Azra,It is time to go.

An Old Wood Pile [a poem with notes]
Old skin, once held tightAgainst her skeleton-Rose no more, just drapedLoosely over unpadded flesh;Un-tightened muscles, and tissue,Lost its courage, no-fortitude-,Gone are the days and yearsThat stood against the Indomitable elements; The skeleton, now a landmarkHidden under flesh and bloodGuts and moral fiber, backbone?Collapsed from drudgeryTime, time: cascading inside-.Bones now leaving impressionsAccepting fateLike tarnished silver!.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Discussion of How Do I Love Thee?
"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was written in 1845 while she was being courted by the English poet, Robert Browning. The poem is also titled Sonnet XLIII from Sonnets From the Portuguese.

Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the Southern edge of ZimbabweLooking down from the Hill ComplexFrom on top, of an Ancient RockO'er the mountains steep-:A, vista I've longed to see, residesA site, I've longed to meet-;Thus, dwells, within this African Valley,Among the greatest of man's feats?The great, Great Zimbabwe (Enclosure).A million-stones, built these ancient wallsSome twelve-fathoms, fathoms highThat seems to reach unto the sky;Some say: a fortress, and palace, it is;And perhaps-, the legendary 'Ophir!'#747 7/2/05Silver and Inca BloodIn the Great Silver mines of Potosi-(Inca Indians)Conscripted mine workersCarryQuotas of ore-up hundreds of feetOf rope laddered-stepsFor don Francisco de ToledoAndKing Philip II, of Spain-;A farcified vision to becomeRich-off Inca blood,In the year-1571?#744 7/1/05Notes: (The Inca Empire): the assumption is often that the Inca Empire was a large enterprise of its self; a common mistake at best; complicated for sure; but for the most part, the Inca Empire was comprised of ethnic groups who were subjugated into the Inca Empire, similar to the Roman, which was a city nation [Empire] you might say, who subjugated the whole world into its Roman Empire; likewise, so did the Incas of South America.

The Game of Life
When your life becomes unbearable And the light of promise ceases to glow, When all your dreams and aspirationsLie dormant on ambition's death row.When you feel that all is hopeless, Life troubles just seem to abound.

The Spirits de Copan
Part oneI see them in the skiesI hear them in their hellsThey whisper and they moanAnd never are alone-The Spirits and the Ghouls?The Spirits de Copan!They are shadows in my worldEchoes in my dreamsA mystery and a forceTo a cosmic happening!The Spirits and the Ghouls?The Spirits de Copan!..

The Cat
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who have seen what happens around me and to them, on many occasions. Sometimes I have had others affect me in the same way.

Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked inside my headAnd found a dreamHe didn't like-;As I looked back at him,I found an incubus Shinning a light(and stole this poem fromhim-last night).Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions; in poetry we write them back out.

Kafka Re-Trial
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewedeposited by a silvery alien craft,And whilst he is wondering what to doHe is asked to show his passOr pay an instant one off fineAt a cash dispenser of his choiceAnd they are checking all the timeOn his irises face and voice.And of course they find that he is not,They discover he just cannot be there,Although he seems as if he is visible,And has hands and toes and hair,If he is not on the Great Data Bank,He plainly and simply cannot be,He is not listed and he is not rankedHe is surely not like you and me.

The Goat and the Rope [a Poem: in Spanish and English]
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw none.nothing.

Preserving Dignity
No one should have to beg or crawl before humanity. No one should have to scheme to procure philanthropy.

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