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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield We Are the Lesser Lights ✨ Special needs adults, We are the lesser lights, The lower lights along the shore Shining faintly more and more. But we shine just as brightly As the lights atop a mountain. A sweet glow flows from us As steady...
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read moreNarrative Poetry Tells The Story Aristotle divided poetry into three main categories: narrative, dramatic, such as we see in Shakespeare's plays in which character development is the the thing rather than plot, and lyric poetry. And, of course, these three...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield The Blessed Marriage Dance 💍 Romance, Warm kisses on a hot beach, Stars and shimmering moons Shining in the sky That catapult our hearts up high. This is the gateway to marriage, The very door to a happy dance. But once inside this amazing...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield This little poem comes with a disclaimer because it is my naughtiest poem ever. I wrote it one day to amuse myself when my slightly OCD husband instructed me on which side of the sink he wants...
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Thank you, Verde Mar. But even with its little frustrations, marriage is quite awesome.
Double awesome. Would have chipped in one or two comments…but emmm…this is exclusively for couples.
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Thank you, Monday. Will be hanging out on your blog when I get a little time today. Hope all is well with you.
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield The Objectification of Women 👩🏻 (A Poem) My life is no longer an open book. I am a gray rock now, A dead thing cast away in a field, But I will not yield to my own objectification, As I accept my portion, that meager, meager...
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read moreBulgaria's Alexandar Tomov Jr.: He Writes About All Things Absurd Alexandar Tomov Jr. was born in Sofia, Bulgaria on June 3. 1982 in the shadow of the Soviet Empire. And, as Bulgaria was embarking on its own experiment in democracy...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield The Pearly Gate of Heaven 💎 Jesus is The pearly gate of heaven, The foundation of precious stones, The translucent streets we walk on, The rainbow that graces the throne. He’s all in heaven precious. Drive home this precious message. He’s eternal Day’s most...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield The Space🪐 I like to sit alone In my inner-intuition zone Where my thoughts are wont to roam, And lovely things are home. In that space inside my head, I ponder things I’ve read. And think on lovely things instead Of dark things in my...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield Earth Place 🌎 Earth place is a bold place With its massive mountains And its dancing trees, Its carved out bowls of endless seas, With rainbows appearing here and there in the purity of island air. Those super deserts with their towering rocks Is...
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I could not help but notice the rhyme and the diction which was simple diction, word play as well as the mental snapshots you instill in readers of this poem.
Earth really is pure space for all. Lovely write.
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read morePoetic Imagery: Little Snapshots in the Mind As we have seen before in modern and post-modern poetry, the sky's the limit when it comes to the style of poetry you choose to write, You can write anything from the highly...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield Ice Storm 🧊 Ice storm, Out of the norm. Slipping and sliding all over the place, Terror of the human race. Ice storm, Out the lights gives us a fright, Lose all our food. Bleakness in the neighborhood Weighing down the trees, The world’s about to...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield Baltimore 🚢 Baltimore is a historic place Where spices are brought in sailor’s haste, But isn’t it a pity That the city is known for “The Block”, Sex industry’s American Rock. Monuments all over the place That divide us by religion and race. “The...
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read moreby: Shirley Satterfield Been praying tonight and I want the world to know that I have decided to follow Jesus. The cross before me; the world behind me. The cross before me the Church behind me. The cross before me;...
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Inaugural Poet Amanda Gorman: From Watts to Front and Center
Amanda is a young poet who was first to do a lot of things. Born in Los Angeles, California, and raised in the neighborhood of Watts by a single, […]
read moreInaugural Poet Amanda Gorman: From Watts to Front and Center Amanda is a young poet who was first to do a lot of things. Born in Los Angeles, California, and raised in the neighborhood of Watts by a single, English...
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The Modesty of Tombs 🏝
Who can fathom the mystery of the desert
Veiled in wind-driven sand
With a certain modestly of Tombs.
For death is a modest place,
Both for the pharaohs who lived sp […]
read moreby: Shirley Satterfield The Modesty of Tombs 🏝 Who can fathom the mystery of the desert Veiled in wind-driven sand With a certain modestly of Tombs. For death is a modest place, Both for the pharaohs who lived spectacular lives, And for the lowly peasants buried Without...
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What Are Poets? Part II 🌳
Poets aren’t pansies.
Poets are Redwood trees
That stand the storms
And the test of time.
Poets will expose a mankind’s
Kind of crime.
Poets will go to jail
A […]
read moreby: Shirley Satterfield What Are Poets? Part II 🌳 Poets aren’t pansies. Poets are Redwood trees That stand the storms And the test of time. Poets will expose a mankind’s Kind of crime. Poets will go to jail After graduating from Yale And live in the rough. Poets are...
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What Are Poets? 🐎
Poets aren’t pottery.
Poets are forged
In the fires of a blacksmith shop
And beaten by the Master
Into their unique, organic
Horseshoe shapes.
We are like red hot iron […]
read moreby: Shirley Satterfield What Are Poets? 🐎 Poets aren’t pottery. Poets are forged In the fires of a blacksmith shop And beaten by the Master Into their unique, organic Horseshoe shapes. We are like red hot iron In the hands of the Ironsmith; Like all souls scorched With third...
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Neil David Chan: Canada’s Own Post-Modern Metaphysical Philosopher
In this article author, poet and philosopher Neil David Chan answers three important interview questions to define his beliefs concerning hid […]
read moreNeil David Chan: Canada's Own Post-Modern Metaphysical Philosopher In this article author, poet and philosopher Neil David Chan answers three important interview questions to define his beliefs concerning hid doctrine of metaphysical philosophy, His book “A Higher Conversation: Another...
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We Got Rhythm: The Beat of the Bard
Good poetry being a close kin to music not only depends on the sounds of words to make it musical, but it also needs to have a certain meter and rhythm to make it akin to a […]
read moreWe Got Rhythm: The Beat of the Bard Good poetry being a close kin to music not only depends on the sounds of words to make it musical, but it also needs to have a certain meter and rhythm...
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Madam Shirley you definitely reading my mind…I actually wrote something yesterday, an article. It is not really related but it speaks about it.
As an undergraduate, my lecturer would tell the whole class that poetry is as old as the cry of a baby. But, I say that it is as old as the cry of the first baby which carries rhythm.
You know I love poetry. I still want to talk about this…maybe some day cos I’m jacked up with many things at the moment.
Thanks for posting this.
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It’s awesome!!!