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| You Were a Swan |
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I'm a writer. I perform spoken word and write poetry as well as novella's I have a Cd forthcoming, two books published, three waiting to be.
| You Are The High Priestess |
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Amelia Matus
DON"T MESS WIT IT LESS YA WANNA
BLESS WIT IT
A-artistic angel of all things awe inspired
M-moves through life no malic some mischief most brave
E-eclectic Eden my elected dream utopia garden
L-light lives not listless but leaping thru my limbs
I-intersting souls intrigue my iris so i look to eyes
A-angelic art forms vary from anguish to angular acceptance arms, open in closed hug fashion
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Connecticut Beat Poetry Festival 2008
Presented by The Spoken Word Series
Once Allen Ginsberg drew the line after having read Howl, the world was never quite the same.
And now a new time has come, where silent voices of many generations are ready to be heard once again.
The underground and other factions of artists, poets, musicians, and eccentrics are rallying together in mass exodus to commune with each other in Connecticut.
This will be the largest free poetry festival ever held in Connecticut and the Eastern Seaboard.
Who ever participates in this festival will not only network, meet publishers, see old friends and meet new ones, but will also directly contribute to making history.
This will be the Woodstock of poetry festivals.
The underlying intent, in addition to celebrating Beat poets and authors, is to take poets of minor note, regional fame with unknowns and give them strong exposure, just as was the case for our antecedents at 6 Gallery.
To learn more, visit this link: http://www. myspace. com/beatpoetryfestival Bukowski lays it out

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mother lover poet goddess friend
like a dandelion ever yellow
grace in a bold sentient gown
delicate & blessed, dancing
fingers across the page
mother lover poet goddess friend
stands wings white looking
at a distant light with tender eyes
knowing the darkness to be
just misdirected shards of
human-shedding evolution pangs
& pain is real like burnt popcorn
but the ballerina in a box goes on
spinning when the batterie's died
acacia tierra crown her to a wild banquet
mother lover poet goddess friend
something different to us all
faithful to each for being ever
faithful to herself is her strength is her beauty
kneeling to gather acorns in her
dress of sunlight which is
a sweet canope hiding moon til night
the mother lover poet goddess friend
stands in the clearing of her
own enchanted forest of thought
(by tommy baas 5/2/07)
Terry Burton
Isaac Seal
Yvon Cormier
Jason Hardung
Michael Grover
Si Philbrook
Frank Reardon
Inner Beauty
A.D Hitchin
Aleathia Drehmer
Bernard F Starving
jason neese
Thamyris Jones
Seth Elkins
Tom Anderson
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Oct 29 2009 2:12 PM
hi my dear do check out my new plane poem book ive just done. nice plane poems. love nick. xx
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"may I interest you in either item?"
have a wonderful day.....
Oct 14 2009 6:38 PM
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare;
Sea, country and works scent the air;
A multitude of monuments,
Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls;
The remnants of defensive walls;
Historic buildings are a gauge
Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields;
Estuaries guarded by shields;
Long sandy beaches and wide scenes;
Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees,
Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries,
And crossed by practical delights -
Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham;
Football kits ad infinitum;
Kept castles - one for study;
Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way,
It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
(C) David Franks 2003
Oct 7 2009 2:28 PM
On holiday in Taiwan enjoying a break on the west coast, fine five star hotel, great scenery, nice beach and pretty gals. Two weeks of bliss at a new holiday destination. Little was I aware that Red China was about to plan her invasion to unite her renegade province by force. Recent jet air combats left an uneasy peace with Taiwan the victor.
I got up at dinnertime after a long heady night out; to see short range rockets hit the train station. Huge blasts ruptured the sky knocking me senseless. Medium range missiles thundered inland hitting hell knows what. Taiwanese jet fighters rose in their dozens form their bases and headed west. Distant explosions rocked the blue summer Asian sky, what do I do as the air attack sirens sound?
KNOCK EM DEAD
Her plan didn’t go smoothly, her rockets had caused huge material damage but she hadn’t caught the Taiwanese air force on the ground. Her jets had been dispersed; they knew what their brothers were planning. Huge aerial encounters of over a hundred warplanes knocked them dead. By sea communist troops embarked in ships to invade, most died in the ocean. Taiwan missile strikes killed thousands still they came, unstoppable. A single Taiwan jet carried one secret bomb heading to Shanghai. The end…
HOW WE DANCED
Around and round we danced in an exotic Asian club to pounding alternative music. Who said they couldn’t party? Like it’s their, our, last night on earth. Little did we all know that this prophecy was true? One night if fun with a Taiwanese lady, only dancing you understand. They are not like western ladies. On and on we danced feeling alive, when we kissed it was like fire of the positive kind. Neither of us knew we were being watched, that a huge military machine was about to strike. Hours later our nightclub was destroyed; I never did see my Taiwan lady again. I only know her name and have precious memories of th
Sep 26 2009 2:47 PM
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Sep 25 2009 6:25 AM
OneLove until……..Peace forevermore Enjoy tomorrow and the days to follow always. Do ya thing now…
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BLESSINGS TO YOU,
LOVE MAX
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Sep 16 2009 3:34 PM
headed for florida on the afternoon train, gonna surf again, watch out