BOOK REVIEW - The Seasons of My Soul by Dannye Williamsen

Sandy's Spotlight BOOK REVIEW The Seasons of My Soul By Dannye Williamsen To see book cover and get purchase links, please visit Sandy's Spotlight. The following is my February 23, 2013, 5 Star Review: Book:  The Seasons of My SoulAuthor:  Dannye...

Structure of the Universe

The structure of the UniverseContained in human chestThe orderly and mutinousThe motion and the rest From single singularityThat no one can explainCreates the flying galaxiesAnd all that they contain. The magnetism and gravityThe forces weak and strongEternity and...

NHL Hocky columnist reduced to writing poems

With the NHL on ice - that is, not on ice - an important, and habitually disgruntled, Montreal Canadiens blogger is writing some of the best poetry of his life.  There is perhaps no blogger quite as insane, or committed, or unsuited to the task of NHL hockey blogging as...

Teens turn to poetry in record numbers

A record number of 11- to 17-year-olds have entered this year's Young Poets of the Year Award. More than 7,000 young people have submitted works to this year's contest, amid a growing consensus that poetry is ...

Games

He said that you were playing gamesBut I and you both know better:Through passion heart on life makes claimAnd makes the truth of spirit matterHe said that you were playing games,But I know wicked game he's playingWhich racket without stop or shameThe people played for three...

Infinity

Infinity is darkness continuous With no end or hope in sight, Infinity is timeless, delirious Passion that burns in flight.   Infinity is expectation Of exhaltation and fall Infinity is explanation Of all the things you cannot recall   Infinity is grass on a meadow...

Little Star

   Twinkle, twinkle, little star. From a trillion miles afar - Your rays penetrate the night And avail of your delight. Through the curvatures in space Where the moments are erased You forge onward in your course To the sun and to the earth, Both a photon and a wave...

Abyss Has Opened

"Abyss has opened, full of stars" - LomonosovAbyss has opened full of stars. Pluto to Venus, Moon to Mars - We see the universal force Charting the cosmos from its source.   Abyss of stars; in stars, abyss - From depths to heights - from ague to bliss - The life is...

Gunter the Grass and the Spirit of a New Germany

By Sam VakninAuthor of "Malignant Self-love: Narcissism Revisited" In an attempt to recapture the long-lost limelight, the former Waffen SS volunteer turned Germany's self-imputed anti-Nazi conscience, Gunter Grass, published a badly written poem in which he warned...

My poetry book "Intricate Fire"

http://open.salon.com/blog/ilya_shambat/2012/03/31/my_poetry_book_intricate_fire

May Luminesce Your Name

For long on bitter earth I had forgotten Of honor, feats, accomplishments and fame When on the table luminesced before me Your lovely face adorned in simple frame. But time had come, and you had left the house. I threw the wedding ring into the night. You gave away...

Intricate Fire

The mind empowered with desire - The heart upon a dragon's back - From depths of hell, Intricate Fire Spring into life! And don't look back! Through caves, through shafts, and through volcanos - Into the clouds in ruby plumes - Through things both exquisite and heinous -...

Bubble

We made a bubble of our minds -Connected over the distance -Our nerves together intertwinedAnd in their center, Our Existence - Heartbeat to heartbeat - will to will -Passion to passion - and to reason:Keeping us in there from the chillIn every day - in every season - And...

Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.From a trillion miles afar -Your rays penetrate the nightAnd avail of your delight.Through the curvatures in spaceWhere the moments are erasedYou forge onward in your courseTo the sun and to the earth,Both a photon and a wave -Both a master and a...

Ike Macina song-poet then social activist

I found the poetry and prose of Ike Macina profound and ahead of its time especially the poem "Who God wants me to be". Ike Macina is very deep, deep and touches the core of humanity's association with the primordial force of life, I call it Love he calls it God. This poem...

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