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| Url: | http://www.littleglasspen.com/ |
| Author(s): | Amanda Joy |
| Language: | English |
| Tags: | poetry |
| Description: | The Poetry of Amanda Joy |
| Ratings | (37 Ratings) |
| Popularity: | 572 Followers |
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Harmonic Points
| One metre is one ten-millionth of the distance from the Equator to the North Pole through ParisThis is a useful measurementThen there is the truth of ratios:a bird’s wingspan to the room, the openi...more |
2009-09-17
Winged Things
| Once you give something wings you have to treat it differentlybecause the bones are hollow-just the heat coming off your neck up close might cause an updraft that could send it higherthan the soun...more |
2009-09-08
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Dean ZelikovskyApr 20
Posted my 1st poem for those who are attracted to positive energies...
Food for thought...need more followers to get noticed.
Poem,"YOUR INNER BEAUTY" is a breath of fresh air from all the negativity in the "air." Feel the energy. BREATHE. Stop on by....I will look forward to seeing you!
Best ~ Dean Z ;)
http://apps.facebook.com/blognetworks/blog/poetry_of_the_soul/
PS Why cry when you can fly?
Robert AdamsonMar 15
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Robert AdamsonMar 15
Acquainted with the Night
by: Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Lee MittererMar 15
Amanda JoyMar 13
Ian GostelowMar 12
Amanda JoyMar 12
Walt BurnsMar 11
Lucille Lang DayMar 3