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  • Rookie Kelly Lynn (10/30/2007 7:31:00 PM) Post reply
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    http: //www.poemhunter.com/kelly-lynn/
    check out my poems please, I'm pretty new to writing poetry, I usually write random thoughts, but I really enjoy poetry now.

  • Rookie Goldy Locks (10/10/2007 7:17:00 PM) Post reply

    'What I love about John Logan's poems is what we loved in him as a man: their warmth and directness, their affection for the world and its lives and the way they happen. The poems seem transparent, a current in which orescence and change, joy and loss, our involvement with them, are all but palpable.'
    - W.S. Merwin

    The Owl

    after János Hegedüs
    and for Jill Bullitt

    The moon is in sight
    On a poplar rotting in the night
    Two lamps of eyes catch fire
    Two clawed feet clutch at their desire
    The profound owl
    Ferocious and gray
    Grotesquely feeds
    For he is hungry as can be
    He is hungry as can be.

    by John Logan
    ©BOA Editions, Ltd 1989
    American Poets Continuum Series

  • Rookie Baidurya Mukherjee (10/8/2007 11:01:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey everybody.Please read my poems and rate it.Please!
    http: //www.poemhunter.com/baidurya-mukherjee/

  • Rookie - 63 Points John Raubenheimer (9/20/2007 5:18:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I found the interesting rhyme scheme for 'Though I Shoulder This Rain', in a poem by Dorothy Nimmo, the Settle poet who died a few years ago. (I live in Settle, Yorkshire.) Unfortunately I haven't got her poem to hand...

    Though I Shoulder This Rain

    Though I shoulder this rain like a pack,
    I know a part of me will always be
    in Johannesburg Transvaal, in Bellevue,
    near the vagrant root of a flowering tree.

    I know that part of me will always be
    where purple jacarandas wash over the street -
    with my brother feeding the pigeons, who with fencing wings
    strut and bobble about his sandalled feet.

    Where purple jacarandas wash over the street:
    tender report of the popping flowers.
    pressed by wheelers and walkers, the shouters, talkers
    who pass under his balcony at all hours.

    Tender report of the popping flowers.
    Clickbang of lightning: my memories persist
    vivid as the storm through England's drizzle.
    They will stay with me as long as I exist.

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    • Rookie - 63 Points Ernestine Northover (9/24/2007 6:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      A very unusual poem with the repeating the second line of each verse at the start of the next. Clever idea. I enjoyed reading this I haven't come across this poet before. Thanks for posting it here it ... more

  • Rookie - 14 Points Josie Whitehead (9/8/2007 4:27:00 PM) Post reply

    I write a lot of my poems with rhyme and rhythm because I write for children. If you have children, or know of parents/grandparents/teachers, please tell them of my website: www.whiteheadm.co.uk Having said that I write for children, lots of adults tell me they like my work also.

  • Rookie Bryan Mahoney (7/31/2007 4:59:00 AM) Post reply

    check out my poems

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/bryan-mahoney/

  • Rookie Random Crap (7/29/2007 5:26:00 PM) Post reply

    Just a tip - online rhyme dictionaries,
    for the time when you just cant think of a ryhme.
    Would apreciate comments and critique on my poems please

  • Rookie ed darkness (7/19/2007 12:07:00 PM) Post reply

    YAY for poets who use traditional rhyme!

    YAY to YOU!

  • Rookie - 14 Points Josie Whitehead (6/29/2007 9:01:00 AM) Post reply

    I am a children's poet, having just written my 230th children's poem. Do any of you feel that a separate section for children's poetry would be a good idea for PoemHunter? I think that teachers, looking for children's poetry, would like to have it separated from the main adult section. Anyone who agrees?

  • Rookie Goldy Locks (6/26/2007 11:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    For All

    Ah to be alive
    on a mid-September morn
    fording a stream
    barefoot, pants rolled up,
    holding boots, pack on,
    sunshine, ice in the shallows,
    northern rockies.

    Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
    stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
    cold nose dripping
    singing inside
    creek music, heart music,
    smell of sun on gravel.

    I pledge allegiance

    I pledge allegiance to the soil
    of Turtle Island,
    and to the beings who thereon dwell
    one ecosystem
    in diversity
    under the sun
    With joyful interpenetration for all.

    Gary Snyder

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    • Rookie Josie Whitehead (6/29/2007 8:57:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I loved the clear description in your poetry. You brought the words to life. I could almost feel the cool waters washing over my feet. I think the little line: I pledge allegiance which stood alon ... more

    • Rookie Gregory Collins (6/27/2007 7:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      cannot remember much but he wrote one about how poetry comes to him, blundering over the boulders, going to meet it at the edge of the campfire.......i am always interested in kerouacs jaffy ryder...s ... more

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