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O! North Star, I watch you from very far. Don’t know much about your light, But still seek it to navigate through the maze of my existence. I think about your world, Wonder if one needs an armor to get close to your turf, Otherwise does one get burned? No matter what, Don’t want you hidden by the dark, For when you are enshrouded underneath the clouds, I feel like a lone seafarer lost…
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Rio11: RIOT in the poetry scene — THIS AINT no quiet riot! Come on I dare you~ rise up all you poetarians lauretes and freaks RIOT take no prisoners, i i just realised riot is rio with a T..... ALLL RIGHT!!!!!!! come on hear the noise hahahahhahahah. I am so sorry! [image]forgive me fathers
Musicboy: POETRY WORKSHOP MONDAY, NOVEMBER 23RD @ 6:30 PM — This workshop will be, as has been the trend, one of feedback and critiquing, on and of poetry participants bring in. We will start off the workshop with a nifty writing exercise from chicory, as well; so come ready to write!
Lizabethc60: New Dawn — [image] This photo was taken by Chicory, I think somewhere in Italy, then I played around with it in Paint Shop Pro
Cindyedwards: Parade — bare legs bouncing to drumbeats delivered with precision by bejeweled men who march with abandon down the throng packed streets and I march among a sea of banners proclaiming the right to be and I wonder am I marching for them or me as I see hips swaying to freedom and I wish I could sway
Wannabepoet: no definition — I am not brown, black or white To define anyone by a color is an outdated slight. No one can place my case by any race, For I just belong to the human race, And I have a human identity and a human face. 5000 years of sun has given me this hue, Anyway, one day it will again merge in the mud, But underneath this coat flows a red blood, Just like all the people who flood This planet earth. None of…
Wannabepoet: not glib… — The sun and the clouds see it, Even the tube-lights. The air around feels it, The blue-black of the ocean floor surely knows it. My sense of humor tries to mask it, Yes, it’s true, My heartache is true
