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- Ricky is a 36 year old guy in a relationship from Between Here And There, New Mexico, USA.
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- Member since Aug 13, 2006
Soy un conservador más del tiempo. no tengo ningún problema el compartir de esa opinión cuando se autoriza y a veces cuando no es. Y algunas veces puedo incluso ser hipócrita,. Ésa es vida. Soy quiénes soy.
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Publishing Poems Publish Poetry
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Mar 21, 7:07pm
21 reviews
poetry
http://www.wordclay.com/poetry_LP.aspx

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Bill Holm Poetry
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Jan 3, 5:35pm
1 review
poetry
http://northfieldlibraryfriends.org/bill_holm_poetry.html
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From the page: "Some People Like Poetry
Some people--
that means not everyone.
Not even most of them, only a few.
Not counting school, where you have to,
and poets themselves,
you might end up with something like two per thousand
Like--
but then, you can like chicken noodle soup,
or compliments, or the color blue,
your old scarf,
your own way,
petting the dog.
Poetry--
but what is poetry anyway?
More than one rickety answer
has tumbled since that question first was raised.
But I just keep on not knowing, and I cling to that
like a redemptive handrail.
Wislawa Szymborska, translation by Baranczak & Cavanagh"

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Sad Poems Alcoholic Poets Sad Poems Poems
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Dec 30, 2007 7:17pm
0 review
poetry
http://www.alcoholicpoet.com/

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She Walks in Beauty
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Nov 14, 2007 5:55pm
1 review
poetry
http://www.ladygabrielle.com/She_Walks_in_Beauty.htm
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From the page: "She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"

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Conservative Poems: I am a Poet
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Apr 28, 2007 6:45am
1 review
poetry
http://conservativepoems.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-poet.html
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From the page: "I am a Poet
I AM A POET
You can not be a poet.
Do you write free verse? No.
I knew that I could show it.
Have you come out of the closet
Like Marilyn Hacker and Millay? No.
You can not be a poet.
Are you gay and proud of it
Like Ginsberg and Whitman? No.
I knew that I could show it.
Do you smoke pot and inhale it?
Are you a drug addict or an alcoholic? No.
You can not be a poet.
Are you suicidal and love to flaunt it?
Have you been married more than once? No.
I knew that I could show it.
Do you hate war and protest it?
Do you swear that you are an atheist? No.
You can not be a poet.
I knew that I could show it.
Note: I am a conservative poet.
Dedicated to the Modern Poetry Association, the Academy of American Poets,
the Poetry Society of America, the National Endowment for the Arts,
the Lambda Literary Award, the National Book Award, the Pulitzer Prize,
The Guggenheim Foundation, the Ingram Merrill Foundation, New York
University, Columbia University, and Vassar. (not hardly!)"

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Conservative Poems
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Apr 28, 2007 6:35am
1 review
poetry
http://conservativepoems.blogspot.com/
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From the page: "I am a Poet
I AM A POET
You can not be a poet.
Do you write free verse? No.
I knew that I could show it.
Have you come out of the closet
Like Marilyn Hacker and Millay? No.
You can not be a poet.
Are you gay and proud of it
Like Ginsberg and Whitman? No.
I knew that I could show it.
Do you smoke pot and inhale it?
Are you a drug addict or an alcoholic? No.
You can not be a poet.
Are you suicidal and love to flaunt it?
Have you been married more than once? No.
I knew that I could show it.
Do you hate war and protest it?
Do you swear that you are an atheist? No.
You can not be a poet.
I knew that I could show it.
Note: I am a conservative poet.
Dedicated to the Modern Poetry Association, the Academy of American Poets,
the Poetry Society of America, the National Endowment for the Arts,
the Lambda Literary Award, the National Book Award, the Pulitzer Prize,
The Guggenheim Foundation, the Ingram Merrill Foundation, New York
University, Columbia University, and Vassar. (not hardly!)"

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NPR : Iraq Soldier Describes War in Poetry
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Mar 17, 2007 7:31am
1 review
poetry
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5126583
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The Soldier Poet - Brian Turner
From the page: "Najaf 1820
* Brian Turner reads "Najaf 1820"
Camel caravans transport the dead
from Persia and beyond, their bodies dried
and wrapped in carpets, their dying wishes
to be buried near Ali,
where the first camel
dragged Ali's body across the desert
tied to the fate of its exhaustion.
Najaf is where the dead naturally go,
where the gates of Paradise open before them
in unbanded light, the blood washed clean
from their bodies.
It is November,
the clouds made of gunpowder and rain,
the earth pregnant with the dead;
cemetary mounds stretching row by row
with room enough yet for what the years
will bring: the gravediggers need only dig,
shovel by shovel.
"

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Song of Songs 1 / Hebrew - English Bible / Mechon-Mamre
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Mar 8, 2007 6:02pm
3 reviews
poetry
http://www.mechon-mamre.org/p/pt/pt3001.htm

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The Poetry Center at Smith College
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Mar 8, 2007 6:01pm
1 review
poetry
http://www.smith.edu/poetrycenter/poets/index.html

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Well go no more a-roving, by Lord Byron
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Feb 28, 2007 6:29pm
2 reviews
poetry
http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/well_go_no_more_a-roving.html
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From the page: " WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
O, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have a rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon."
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