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  • I used to Live in a World where...
    by Brett Foster

    I used to live in a world that / Prized courtship / And romance. / Now dating is on speed.

  • Living...
    by Roger Sampson

    not every love will last forever / some will be lost and disappear / but it will not change the fact / of what was given

  • I Breathe
    by Rebekah Anderson

    I will not die a second before I am dead.

  • Disrupt
    by Anthea Slade

    Don’t come near me unless you want to be disrupted. I will: Upturn a cliche and write it to a new form / Eradicate generalisation an…

    Disrupt featured today in the fabulous Core (C.O.R.E) 27-2-09

  • Panspermia
    by Ushna Sardar

    *_implicitly or explicitly / between the wisdom and the faith / the seeds of life / panspermia — / literally seeds everywhere / or more than …

    Add Ushna Sardar to your watchlist FEATURED BY NIRVANA FEATURED BY CURRENT ISSUES FEATURED BY FEMININE INTENT

  • Live Life For Today
    by silverstrummer - David Everitt

    Save A Smile / For Someone Tomorrow / Give them your warmth,

    I hope you enjoy this piece …..... this just came to mind whilst eating my lunch, don’t ask me why! FEATURED IN :- / 1) #1 Artist of Redbubble – March 2009 / 2) Core [C.O.R.E.] – March 2009 / 3) Remember When – August 8th 2009 “Live Life For Today And Save A Smile For Somebody Tomorrow” – David “Live Life For Today” © Copyright 2009 / All Rights Reserved! – MCN: CCE4D-B2370-C8445 /

  • Thy Name is Poet
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Some poets write with a rapier blade, / meaning to cut a thing down / to its bare-boned ism. Others write of fanciful affairs with a voi…

    Just a poem that could have gone on infinitly, writing about some of the different styles, forms, kinds, moments of writing and writers. and, most importantly, the absoluteness of writing!

  • Demons
    by Kristin Reynolds

    I fight / With my demons / On a daily basis – / You’d think they’d be sick of losing / By now… © Kristin Reynolds 2008

    This is a cinquain i wrote about the near constant chaos in my life, and how, regardless, i always come out on top; higher than I ever was before. This is a poem about flipping off the demons trying to drag my ass down!

  • Soul Letters
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Upon the parchment of ones soul / there swirl the letters of our past, / they couple with the cosmos vast – / becoming what our future holds…

    this is an 8 syllable Italian Sonnet about the message each soul brings with them to this life, and how each new day we learn, through every single event, moment and heppening, the things we NEED to learn in this life, to move forward into the next.

  • His Hands, and the Way of Green Sea Glass
    by Kristin Reynolds

    How am I supposed to feel about your fragile state, / when all you even did was tap, tap, tap / my fractured glass / with your diamond-head …

    This is a poem about my current situation, as told from my stand-point to my almost Ex husband. about being crushed by an alcoholic sucking my soul for so long and almost forgetting what it was like to be alive, loved, respected, listened to, and unafraid to speak. To have, after the better part of 15 years of that, to have found a man, a real man, who actually wants to hear/read what I have to say, and love me for who i am not what they needed to covet or to make to feel small…and how wonderful and alive I feel because of him. :) Thank You!

  • empty faces, blank trains
    by Elucidate

    empty faces, blank trains / old eyes staring out / from cold compartments / child-like, clinging / to a once-bright past

    Life, our lives, how we live. What we fear. Written 29 July 2009.

  • On Swallowing Sun
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Grab / A hold / Of the sun – / Ride it towards death; / Swallow its essence and become / The reason you are reborn, amid lifetimes of clouds… ...

    I’m feeling sunshine today. :) This is a Fibonacci Form poem, about living life to the fullest! and Going for your dreams…and overcoming all obstacles…

  • Through the Glass, of Valhalla
    by Kristin Reynolds

    “Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...

    A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)

  • Ink
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Captivate my lips, / hold them prisoner; / inhabit my heart / and we’ll dance as one - / consume all of me! The ink tip drops / and I am ra…

    Another deminished hexaverse form poem. What else to say but a poet’s heart, mind and soul is ink.

  • Now, Always -Sonnet
    by Kristin Reynolds

    If ye beseech the quest for time to come / before the last of all ye days are waste, / then what of snow that drips on birthing plumb - / wi…

    A sonnet. I do love sonnets.

  • Nesting, Towards and End
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Consumed by fastidious nesting / her apples expelled by the eager limbs / of a dying season / she dines… Thoughts of shedding / _of exfo…

    I wrote this while admiring the beauty of an autumn apple tree. Trying to get inside her root-head. / This poem, upon re-reading, could mean so many different things.

  • Paradise Found
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Languidly draped mind / wrapped gently around warm sand, / palm trees whisper, come, / as I dip my toes into / the vast ocean of my dreams… / ...

    just a little feel good Tanka. :) / God bless the dreamers…

  • Live, Love Life and Dream
    by RebeccaWeston

    Why live life in the fast lane / watching life pass you by? / Why make complicated problems? / Slow down and SIMPLIFY

    A collaboration with Kevin Mawson / / (14 10 09) Featured by Masterpieces:Literary Workshop – 17th Oct 2009 Posted 16 10 09 / MCN:C7SGH-2UF6P-HHXQ3

  • Coming Straight from the Heart - I Just Don't See It
    by colorblind

    I just don’t see it anymore / (snickers hahahaha) / I …. / Just / ....Don’t …..See ….. it / Its 3:21pm / A We…

    I just feel like maybe I should be nothing at all ….fuck thats how I feel… like nothing….- but remember these words are coming straight from the heart…... smilez

  • 360 Degrees and Counting
    by Kristin Reynolds

    My pattern rarely holds / its shape Lines intersecting circles, / stamens poking ovums / as the grass / cheers on. There are the days o…

    Change is good, but only if caught between thoughts; there is where infinity hides.

  • The Resting Stool
    by Kristin Reynolds

    How many in life / have taken their rest / upon this bare-wooden stool? Their weight, given leave, / after a long day of toiling / wit…

    I wrote this while at the old VT inn I used to work at; sitting upon a very old, very worn, but very sturdy milking stool. It whispered to me to tell its tale. / and as always with my writing, it is steeped with metaphor

  • Living by Default
    by linaji

    What was elegance to a snail’s victory? It was joy, joy, joy.. The report found. For no precise nor eloquent words Not even lit…

    All thoughout last night and this morning I felt so blessed. I was not thinking of the show so much as what each and every experience I had had that has brought me to this place. As soon as I own my life I feel a wave of relief and the desires I am ready to receive do show up in all manner of joy and abundance. One and a half years ago I was just getting out of bed and allowing a great bout of depression to consume me and my hopes and dreams.. / Every morning without fail for only One to Two Minutes out of my day I would lay in bed and say to myself with a huge wave of belief so grand and fine that I felt the power of Love and happiness swell up inside me as I said: “Today might be the day That I find Myself” Then I would get up out of bed and most likely not shower and go to the couch out in the living room, sit with a channel changer in my hand and watch television all day. / . / Then, as so many of you who have known me for awhile knows, I went to my computer one morning after my mantra and I hooked into this site and to YOU. / . / Healing after Healing after ….. on and on.. what hit me was Love. IT was then I began to work a photoshop program for 10 hours a day (instead of television, I now do not own one) for a year at least… I remember not wanting to leave my home, as I did not want to socialize nor see anyone. I worked to pay my rent minimal (as I hated to leave the house) and stayed inside and learned my craft and spent time with you. / . / There is more to write on this but the profound appreciation I have for RB and my fellows swelled up inside me today early this morning as I was cleaning up after the festivities. / . / Thank You. / I Love You. Linaji

  • Playing Movies About Dead Bears, Live
    by linaji

    Would living care? It is like a Polar Bears existence The ice is melting and there is nowhere to land I have heard they have a w…

    What will happen when they go? / I love my Polar Bears and I just woke up dreaming about them.

  • Poetically, Man Dwells
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Roots / blinding their twists / to vapors / binding their home / to roots / winding themselves / to death. It wasn’t always this way… / d…

    This poem came about after reading from Heidegger’s, Poetry, Language, Thought. / There is a section titled: Poetically Man Dwells, which is taken from a poem by: Holderlin with the same title. / Basically, Heidegger is saying that man is born a poetic creature – with a full house; seeing the world poetically, living his own life, a natural poet – words to page or not. / But upon growing, living, ”...our dwelling is harassed by work (for another), made insecure by the hunt for gain and success, bewitched by the entertainment and recreation industry.” etc… there is much more I could quote, but, basically he is saying that in today’s world, there is not much room left in one’s house for living as we were intended… / ”...poetry does not fly above and surmount the earth in order to escape it, and hover over it…poetry is what first brings man onto the earth, making him belong to it, and thus brings him into the dwelling.” / Thank goodness for RedBubble, where so many still find time to fill up their houses.

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