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	<title>Week of 08/20/07</title>
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		<title>Question for New Users</title>
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		<description> There have been a lot of new folk signing up in the last couple of months, but almost all have posted nothing.  I would invite -- or rather, beg -- all new people to give us some reasons for this silence.  Is the site too difficult to navigate?  Does it not have what you're looking for?  Do you not like the kind of comments here?  Are you unhappy with the standard of poetry?    PLEASE.  Give us feedback, without it we have no direction.  That goes for older members who aren't posting as well -- be as honest as you like.   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Leanne</dc:creator>
		<category>Questions</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:00:39 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-365-questions#comments</comments>
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		<title>Death in the Afternoon</title>
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		<description>She revered words.But onlyin inkwrittenon the pages of booksby men(and women)who were just tryingto make senseof it all. The spoken were understood.
But resounded
empty,
devoid
of truth
or intention.
Impressed by
their own
sincerity
but never quite
believing it.  Take the words
as you would your
grand gestures.  Square me the circle.
Fetch me the moon.  Hand me death in the afternoon.  </description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 08:00:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>for want of a summer day</title>
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		<description>Draft 1
It's been cold lately</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-29-release-the-hounds#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Ixion's Wheel</title>
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		<description>tetheredto Ixion's wheelspinning...fiery-wingedthrough cosmosin chaosstellar pinballdazed and burntcravingOrpheus' lyre</description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>1</slash:comments>
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		<title>Last Call for Contest Entries!</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5657-last-call-for-contest-entries</link>
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		<description>Sent on Aug. 24 2007 at 05:34 pm to &quot;all&quot;</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Archived letters</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-98-archived-letters#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Monkey misery for Kenyan women villagers</title>
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		<description> A troop of vervet monkeys is giving Kenyan villagers long days and sleepless nights, destroying crops and causing a food crisis</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Open Forum For Discussion</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-546-open-forum-for-discussion#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>1</slash:comments>
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		<title>ode to a poet who thinks he’s great</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5611-ode-to-a-poet-who-thinks-he-s-great</link>
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		<description>Draft 2</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-29-release-the-hounds#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>Order Your Copy of the Inaugural Issue of &quot;Shakespeare's Monkey Revue&quot; </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4535-order-your-copy-of-the-inaugural-issue-of-shakespeare-s-monkey-revue</link>
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		<description>We're proud to present our SM Revue debut, shipping now!</description>
		<dc:creator>Tracey</dc:creator>
		<category>Covers</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-1-covers#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Shakespeare's Monkeys</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5625-shakespeare-s-monkeys</link>
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		<description>Sent on Aug. 23 2007 at 11:41 pm GMT to &quot;all&quot;</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Archived letters</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-98-archived-letters#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Summer Exhibition</title>
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		<description>The art show of the summer.Artists waiting in lineweighed down by artworksuplifted by dreams.Black Capped adjudicators siton chairs fashioned from temperamental criteria.Value commands a price tag.Merit equals money.But those selling are pleased:even an artist has to make a living.Yet it's those who lie brokenon a bed of unseen canvasescondemned by fickle consensuswho compel me to say something.But as I'm so disgustedI can only vomitand scratch out the words in it. Then submit it next year
for consideration. </description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Passers By</title>
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		<description>Peace was clamoured forAs the assortment of vagabondsShambled into townRearranging their disenchantmentIn a chaotic perfection behind them.The crowds lined the streetsCheering silentlyAs the laboured walk of afflicted endeavourPermitted them to glideAs if they had been born on wheels.As only paradox can do.And if there had been a wise man amidst themHe would have joined that line.But as it was the town looked on,And immobilized by flimsy hubris,Watched peace spill out unchallengedAs a few young children ran behindAnd tugged playfully at its coat tails</description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>what I thought when my cousin said hello</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5610-what-i-thought-when-my-cousin-said-hello</link>
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		<description>draft 1.1</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-29-release-the-hounds#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Velvet</title>
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		<description>    Velvet pillows and candle light
cannot soften the edges
of good buys or steal
your eyes as they slice
through skin  Halfing a heart
for you to step over   as you exit one step
closer to oblivion
a peace      For me to breathe
softly upon the candle  that shadowed us  creeping into each other
fanning the flame     Splashing hot wax   to dry cold
hard on soft plush   velvet
no one else will ever 

No,  how yielding
it once was. </description>
		<dc:creator>EmilyRose</dc:creator>
		<category>Thorned Roses Library</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 18:07:56 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-236-thorned-roses-library#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>1</slash:comments>
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		<title>Poem for My 41st Birthday (After Bukowski)</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5648-poem-for-my-41st-birthday-after-bukowski</link>
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		<description>Waking...Cloisteredin atheist seclusionwith coffeeand books -a dim bulb in your headand stretch marksveinedand knowing what it's likenot to have a room. ...of course, they're out there
making money:
teachers, doctors,
lawyers, politicians,
all those who
mistake knowledge for wisdom
who think they know
better than you
when all you know is
that you know nothing
or
the nearest approximation.  And you turn over
to your left side
so that the sun blinds you
and you can't see
vacancy
on your right.  </description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 17:31:51 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>3</slash:comments>
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		<title>When I'm Forty-Seven</title>
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		<description>    It was your smile....
open and true as a cloudless sky,
inviting me to sing with you
the sacred song of cardinals.  And like a curious child,
I followed your smile
into the depths of azure light,
where you held me, unashamed.  For all was taken once more
as the seas emptied themselves,
then filled - then emptied again,
pouring seasons into an abyss.  Yet still, you sit with me -
sculpting words slowly, gently,
as a gentle man; an honest man 
telling me....I am yours.     
 </description>
		<dc:creator>Kat</dc:creator>
		<category>Kat's poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 14:45:42 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
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		<title>Sex and Poetry
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		<description>Love. It came and went
too fast to breed contempt
but long enough to autograph my memory
and leave a heart both cracked and weeping.  So, what now?
With what am I to fill the days?
What's left but  sex and poetry.
 </description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:45:45 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>What a Let Down</title>
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		<description>After floating in balmy darknessfor nine monthsin gravid contentmentsqueezed through some crushing tunnelfor twelve hoursthen blinking out   lights andgulping down foreign airvoices blast my newborn earsand someone smacks meabout the rearonly to sit around for forty yearswaiting for something to happenI find lifesuch a disappointment</description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:43:55 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>french silk</title>
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		<description>It's very high school. But I guess that's what I like about it</description>
		<dc:creator>desde debajo</dc:creator>
		<category>Desde Debajo</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 02:30:31 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-392-desde-debajo#comments</comments>
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		<title>What Do They Do?</title>
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		<description>What do they do?When their words, desiccated by neglect,lie strewn and obsoleteunfit for usesentenced to non-sentence.What do they do?When their unrealized picturescorrode the backs of their eyelidsan anguish-etched kaleidoscopecondemned to a life-sentence.What do they do?When their music shouts and deafens thembut those around who touch the silencewonder why they scream.How can they make themselves known?Or more importantly...How can they hide themselves?</description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 04:56:28 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title> </title>
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		<description> unmarked
unwritten
untitled
unpoemed  unlived  </description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 21:40:41 GMT</pubDate>
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