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	<title>Poetry</title>
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		<title>for what and other unspoken things
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 I dream of cinnamon bark
by a warm sea
in a distant land
where she can see
my soul with her eternal eye 
 I say her name like silence
under a red star
as winter becomes winter
and I cool in the dry air 
 she tells me, “Poetry
is enough.” 
 
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		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Lost along the weigh</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:30:43 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>arguments unworth arguing</title>
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		<description> she lied when she said
every poem is about sex

i tell her this through
her long tut tuts
her short tsktsks 
her midland shhhhh's 

you're wrong,
some poetry's about love

same thing
she says </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Lost along the weigh</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:16:25 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Poetic Reference</title>
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		<description> I need no raven flying through my door
I know enough to know never more
But worse it was never known
I understand to yearn to ache to want 
To have an idyll placed before all else
To never attain pining and lost

I need not hear the center cannot hold
I know already things fall apart
But worse was never to have been
Tormented by should have could have would have
To see perfection every day and not measure up
To think of the wonders and always be out of synch

I need to know that I have miles to go
That there are things undone that must be
Reassure me that there will always be tomorrow
That all is not lost wasted and futile
To see the imperfection and mundane glorified
To every day attempt the climb to that lofty place  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Winter Frost</dc:creator>
		<category>Questions</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 03:32:32 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-365-questions#comments</comments>
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		<title>Poetography</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11545-poetography</link>
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		<description>Poetry and Photography</description>
		<dc:creator>Michael Domino</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetography</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 10:10:34 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>&quot;Don't judge me&quot;</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11396-don-t-judge-me</link>
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		<description>“Don’t judge me” 
  
A sign I hold here begging for food 
You walk right past me calling me a crazy fool 
You utter words for me to get a job as you walk right pass me 
With no knowledge of my life you judge me by what you see 
My family is hungry and times are tough 
My job let me go because things are getting rough 
I had a job that filled me such pride and joy  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Dawnmarie Desroches</dc:creator>
		<category>Personal Space of Dawnmarie Desroches</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 01:50:11 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-759-personal-space-of-dawnmarie-desroches#comments</comments>
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		<title>C. E. Chaffin's Links</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8778-c.-e.-chaffin-s-links</link>
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		<description>I'm new to this monkey business so don't know quite how to go about posting things, or what the etiquette is, so I thought I'd just start with links to my website and blog, where you can sample publications and follow my ongoing journey with poetry and manic-depression, the latter seen through the eye of a physician/poet.  I've also linked my magazine, The Melic Review, presently on hiatus but with eight years of archives</description>
		<dc:creator>C. E. </dc:creator>
		<category>CE's Personal Space</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Maybe you'll enjoy?</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8572-maybe-you-ll-enjoy</link>
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		<description>Just a couple of things I was working on. The volume sounds low on some people's machines. I don't quite have that part figured out yet</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Just a Nastey Journal</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-30-just-a-nastey-journal#comments</comments>
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		<title>Conversation with Myself</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8557-conversation-with-myself</link>
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		<description> I ruthlessly exploit my own mind for poetry</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Unbelievably Interesting Crap About Me</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 13:49:14 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Scarlett, Ashley and Rhett Butler's Ass</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8347-scarlett-ashley-and-rhett-butler-s-ass</link>
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		<description>&quot;Say Scarlett, does this stuff just fall out of your ass? Scarlett was standing next to her prized donkey, Rhett Butler. &quot;Why, whatever do you mean, Ashley?&quot; She batted her green eyes and smiled coyly.  &quot;All this flowery stuff around here.&quot; &quot;Oh, no&quot;,  she laughed, in tones she hoped resembled tiny tinkling bells. &quot;All that&quot;, she cocked her head demurely towards her book of poems, &quot;comes out of me.&quot; &quot;Wow, that's incredible.&quot; He said with genuine amazement. She lowered her eyes, as if such admiration overwhelmed her delicate sensibilities. &quot;You see&quot; she said in a confiding whisper, &quot;I have always been at the mercy of the muses, and they demand from me the noble and relentless pursuit of beauty's perfection, which I must struggle for from the very depths of my fragile soul and...&quot;  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>A Load of Empty Boxes</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 23:04:01 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-567-a-load-of-empty-boxes#comments</comments>
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		<title>This Is Me</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8272-this-is-me</link>
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		<description>Hello to any reader (and I hope there may be one or two) I live in England and I write purely on an amateur basis. I am early retired living with my wife in the heart of the Cotswolds a countryside area in England.Have a small self published booklet containing verse of Love and nature pursuits. This Poem really is my interpretation of me. Take care. Dave</description>
		<dc:creator>moordykspot</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 13:02:03 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-576-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>The Pornographer's Hyena</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8148-the-pornographer-s-hyena</link>
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		<description> S'not neccessarily about pornography...Poetry, afterall, is an obscene business</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>CelticLion-The Pornographer's Hyena Dies In a Loveless Lair</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:14:35 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>For Jayne</title>
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		<description>This Poem &quot;For Jayne&quot; came about after a prolonged period of non writing. I have never been what you might call a prolific writer but this period of abstainence had been longer than usual.I am a great fan of Cliffort T Ward singer songwriter now deceased and he has a record entitled &quot;Jayne from Andromeda spiral&quot;.
At the time of writing I was moving my life in a different direction and Jayne way out in space in another world seemed the ideal choice of recipient for this verse</description>
		<dc:creator>moordykspot</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 11:20:07 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Red-Tailed Hawk</title>
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		<description>The diamante is a diamond-shaped poem, seven lines, with specific type and number of words on each line. I haven't posted on this site in quite a long time, and figured I'd try again</description>
		<dc:creator>angelkat</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 23:25:26 GMT</pubDate>
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