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The site had the following in the homepage, "You take from fair isles." I noticed that the web site stated " Dont sweat the small stuff." They also stated " Death and grief are all. They breathe out their life breath. And inhale it in hongi. Always seek to be shared. If you give out love. It comes back to you. When your dad talked about you. And I looked at your photo."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
Collection of classic poems, famous poems, love poems, and more. Classic poem of the day. Three happy children in a darkened room! What do they gaze on with wide-open eyes? A dense, dense forest, where no sunbeam pries,. And in its centre a cleared spot. Gigantic flowers on creepers that embrace. Tall trees; there, in a quiet lucid lake. She weeps, for lo! .
We cannot consider anything that has been previously published or accepted for publication in any form, including work that has appeared online, in blogs, on Facebook, etc. Due to the large volume of submissions we receive, we cannot offer individual criticism. We welcome unsolicited submissions of poetry, original or in translation, during our regular reading period, September 15 March 15. We accept submissions online only; work sent via mail will be recycled.
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Poems and some notes to go with them, and an occasional idea for a writing exercise. Thursday, June 13, 2013. My main blog is now Poetry Notes and Jottings. Updates for 2013 will be visible there. Wednesday, January 16, 2013. A Late Walk, Matapouri Track - Concept and Verbalisation. A Late Walk, Matapouri Track. To enter, I badly needed. The courage of midnight,. Into the hollow clearings,.
The rusted ladder has long been taken,. Eaten by the corrosion of the spume,. And access to the beach is by an easy but steep slide. Of sticky clay washed smooth by sudden rain. Now a subtle trap to an unattainable path. When our return was still existant we would haunt. The sullen bay and idly walk the sodden walls,.