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I really enjoy this, thanks. I find the color of your page in Aha much easier on the
eyes. Can you do the same here?
Paddy, ;

I wish there were a jump to poem#_ icon.
Anonymous, ;

this site rocks! i'm so glad i stumbled into it!
grace, london; gpereira@mustang.uwo.ca

desperately seeking poetry book THE CAULDREN AND THE WELL printed in
saugerties ny in the 70s
deaded628@aol.com
ed, schenectady ny; deaded628@aol.com

My name is Michael Allen, and I'm a student at the University of Florida. I am currently writing a thesis which deals with on-line poetry.
I am interested in feedback about the current status of poetry. How do you feel increased technology, e.g. computers and the internet, will affect the artifice of poetry? How has it already?
In previous contact I've had with other on-line editors and writers, many seem to feel poetry might have more psychologicqal and cultural value as the state of technology unfolds. Will it?
Do you feel the increased rapidity with which we can now communicate and the ease with which poetry can now be disseminated will again reunite poetry and politics?
I may wish to quote some of your response in my thesis, so please let me know if you object.

Sincerely,

Mike

Mike Allen, Gainesville, Florida; lover@grove.ufl.edu

Wouldn't it be real good if we could edit and revise?
Frank, ; kharden@shentel.net

Just wonderful... I will return.
(and yes, revision is essential - could we have that option please?
It would nice to be able to review the different versions.
JA, Northern Ireland; john.anderson.deni@nics.gov.uk

thank you for setting up a web page that engages me. What a relief. It's a great place to go, as a writer, and have fun. I've been notorious in my cirles for trying to get friends to write poetry with me for years and here I can do it all I want. It'd also be really cool to have a chat room where you could collaborate on stuff in real time. A back and forth kind of thing. Log on and write a poem together. What do you think? I love this site!
kaethe fine, brooklyn NY; kaethe@spacelab.net

T'was the night before Christmas, I decided to peer
into more than sugar plum fairies and mirrors
The pondering minds of those who penned
Gave impetus to my passionate pen

Keep writing--I loved your page!!! Look for Bat's Homepage soon
BAT, North Bay, CA; BATWRITR@Yahoo.com

What a lovely surprise i've tripped upon. The ability to revise/edit would be appreciated. I have just begun to peek my head out from under the covers and expose myself little by little once again to my poetic peers (or mentors, as the case may be). My bashfulness subsides a bit in your arena. Thank you.

v. reiser thomas, Kansas City, Missouri; vboles@kcarc.org

Yo amigo why my name is sudenly anonymous
Im well know by sly
tell me what to do bonzai
Sylvano De Bergerac , Québec Beach; slywell@colba.net

Good poems. Poems I didn't care for. You should have a contest to sift them out.
poetically yours,
daphne


Daphne Ender, ;

This is a very impressive place for those of us
lacking local poets. It reminds me of older days
when I could do exactly what this page does but
old friends move on.
thanks. -B.B.Wolfe
B.B.Wolfe, ; bbwolfe@itookmyprozac.com

If you didn't exist, we would have to invent you. This "chat room" of the written soul, of the inner self is just wonderfull, filling, and is pure nitro to our shrinking hearts...
Shaman, ; msamson@odyssee.net

Thanks to a friend, I stumbled upon this page. It's wonderful to see so many poets working together to create such fantastic works. However... It seems as though the "veterans" are all on at the same time writing poems. There is never anyone else here when I am, and I think that having more than one at a time must make things that much more interesting. Nevertheless, when I make here, I always enjoy it. Thank you!
NG, Ontario, Canada; aNGie@starplace.com

This is excellent! - inspiringly so. One question - in the commentary boxes under the poems, how can
you tell who's talking to who? 'cause I can't work that one out & everyone else there
seems to know!

An answer would be appreciated...
roz, london; rosalyn.davis@ucl.ac.uk

does anyone bother to read this page anymore?
henry flower, ;

A very entertaining visit. Some poems were more
inviting than others. As a newcomer, I stilled
dared to join in. I agree. Some commentary is
confusing. Does it matter?
edt, ; greeks@bonzai.net

cool. i'll be back. hrike
hrike, anywhere; hrike55@hotmail.com

This site is a great escape from the non-poetic parts of my life... keep the words coming

Julie H, Ontario, Canada;

hi peoples!
love very much the interactive poetry...i have a link from my zine idiolect to yours...i highly reccommend this site!!!

lewis lacook, ; llacook@yahoo.com

What a delight to come upon, i was merely surfing and by chance arrived at this, your place... I love it, i have written closet poetry for a long time.. I am timid still but have left a sample. I wonder tho if you could find a way to edit? or go to a certian poem#. This Is definitaly a top rate site!
Lady Blackrose, Calgary, Ab.;

Ist time on this, totally impressed
TBCO1, Glasgow, Scotland;

i really like the ineractive pages, but would like to suggest maybe adding goto or find option on the page in which scrolling thru to each poem might be a litter easier (to get to)
gatekeeper, ;

I would like to be able to talk to any of the regular poem-builders on this site, it seems whenever I am able to get here everyone else is out............ am I in the wrong time zone
TCBO1
TCBO1, ;

Collaborative poetry really doesn't work does it? But it's quite fun. Have you noticed how everybody ELSE is really irritating?
Rachel, London;

Wow! Many mansions in which we may abide, indeed
BEHOLD, THE HOLY WRIT INCARNAT.
JASON BAILEY, fort worth tx. usa.; RJLPP@AOL.COM

i cant belive its ending...it was fun and i will miss it!
f57, ;

Thank you for Pyro. It's sad an institution I grew up on is now closing :c Farewell...amen! ~pssycat...aka ~invisible
invisible or pssycat, ; the.cat.in.the.hat@usa.net

I feel a little bit guilty ... duck out for a few months and allow yourself to get bogged down with the mundane, only to awaken to find the dream of Utopia gone. I have truly enjoyed collaborating with the poets online, and I must say I've grown a lot stylistically because of my work here. So long PYRO, you'll be missed, but your flame will burn brightly on our collective memory.
nijo, ;

My first time in and I have to say it works
The glass is never half-empty or half-full
It`s half drunk
I`ll be back for more
Kendall, ; anspri@hotmail.com

Novel Poetry

Please feel free to visit the Novel Poetry Web Site at:

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The web site contains:

Paradigm shifts in literature
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Regards, as always.

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KRS Murthy, california, USA; krsmurthy@jps.net

I really love this sight....Spontaneous Prose is alive!! Thank you for bringing back the "Beat" in all of us.
J. Alan Hendricks, ;

very interesting idea. i never thought about it before but you've come up with a winner. it's interesting how the poems may start with one idea, then turn into something completely different.
minstrel of death, the magical land of OZ (australia); minstrelofdeath@poetic.com

tonight i dream into the mauve ocean deeper than deep
scream if you please i have ice cream and peppermint tea
what a sight to see !
o yee i feel right free
come dance with me
in a mauve sea

Anonymous, ;

i'm sick of being at the fucking bottom










Anonymous, ;

The sole intention of my poetry is to add light to your soul.

Please keep my web address handy, as
(Poetry Jewels http://www.poetryjewels.com)
I'm sure you will find poetry that will
enhance your literary publication
(or for your personal website).


HOT TOPIC:
1.CENTRAL PARK: Water Fight, Flight,& Tears

BIBLICAL POETRY
2. Though the EYES of EVE (feminist poetry)
3. Cain's Mark

BEACH POETRY:
4. Sea In, SEA OUT
5. The Restless SUNRISE

LOVE POETRY:
6. My Man
7. Love ever Reborn is Love ever Newborn


You may use any poem and make a copy of any photo
that you want. If you use a poem, please send me your URL
of my poem and I will link your site to mine.

(my bio)
"My Life is an OPENBook, to KNOWMe is To READMe"

Sharon Esther Lampert
Poet, Philosopher, Prophet and Princess
(Kadimah, The Tribal Princess of Israel)
E-mail: queenkadimah@hotmail.com


SEVEN POETRY JEW-ELS:


HOT TOPIC:
Central Park , N.Y.C., Sunday June,11th, 2000 (11:30 a.m. -6:30 p.m.)


CENTRAL PARK: Water Fight, Flight and Tears

(1)
From the five boroughs
of N.Y.C., sixty soulless
monsters came, not knowing
each other, they all found
each other all in agreement:
water all the women with ICE
and bring them to tears.

(2)
Disarmed, each woman,
-fifty and counting, and
countless others - is disrobed,
robbed, sexually pawed and clawed.
Concentric circles form
around a sole woman; a first
circle of raging participants;
a second circle of cheering and
jeering spectators; and a third
circle of indifferent police;
4500 police on duty; 900
in the park; eight calls to 911.

(3)
Videotapes abound: Sexual Abuse
and Violence Against Women. Madams,
did it or did it not happen in our park;
in the heart of the Big Apple?
Men are everywhere but no real
men are anywhere to be found:
Too afraid:impotent are our men of
the possible knife wielding soulless
monsters attacking.There are no heroes
marching in this Puerto Rican Day Parade
on WOMEN:NADA

(4)
In childhood, my father gave
me an emergency whistle. As a
young adult, a canister of mace
hung from the belt loop of a pant
pocket or from my keychain;
who knows who lurks behind
unopened doors, and the upper
east side rapist is still at large and
nightly, he is on the prowl. Flyers
of his mug hang in every doorway.

(5)
As an adult, in full bloom, it is time,
says this breast bearing woman to bear
arms. Nothing less than a gun will
protect my sacred soul from the soulless
monsters who have no fear of daylight
or police and no shame of ganging up
on women, children or the elderly.
This remedy places the victimhood
on the victimizers, as they are now
the victims of their victimization.
JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED COLD.

(6)
Provoked, even a dog would bite-
off the hand or chew-up the leg
of one of these soulless monsters
and remain on the right side of
the law. Quick on a trigger, a cat
would extend its sharpened claws
engraving blood lit scars into each
and every face. Defenseless, women
do not strike back, unable to poke
out the eyes or kick in the groins of
any of these soulless monsters.

(7)
And another concentric circle of soulless
politicians say that there are not enough
laws on the books to protect women from
domestic violence, stalkers, rapists and
hate crimes, at home, or on the street or
in the dark, back alley of a court room:
When all women file police reports, to
stand up to stand tall, the history books
will show that violence against women
was a national and international pastime.

(8)
All Women, Please Hear My Cry!
Fight back, learn to pull the happy
trigger in front of the monster cocks
that by force, dare to squirt their
poisonous venom inside the wombs
that gave them life. And then justice
will be served cold, and the tears we weep
will taste bittersweet. We will visit their
graves, and weep again, ICE cold tears.



NOTE:
Having handed out this poem to park police and running mates
who jog around Central Park, this poem has already inspired
women to open up their hearts to me and share with me
horrific assaults that they have survived at the hands
of violent men who prey on women; and has empowered
these same women to find the courage to file their belated police reports.
I want this poem to plant a seed in the hearts of all women
to fight for their civil right to be protected in their homes and in the streets.



BIBLICAL POETRY/FEMINIST POETRY:

Poetry JewEL:
THROUGH THE EYES OF EVE
GOD Gave Adam the Gift of Eve (Genesis 2:18);
GOD Gave Eve the Gift of Life (Genesis 2:20).


GOD Knowingly gave to Adam
alone
the gift of unknown Eve of clone
to be sewn from Adam's gift of bone for his very own (Genesis 2:18 - 23).


GOD spoke to Adam
about that unKnown, forbidden tree of Knowledge of Good and
Evil, full-grown, a Known cornerstone (Genesis 2:16).


Good or bad, the serpent Knowingly Knew, that
Eve's interpretation, of what GOD had said, was untrue;
unKnowingly, through the serpent's eyes, eating the fruit to
Eve's surprise, would not be her demise (Genesis 3:1-5).


In the eyes of Eve,
it was instinctively Known, childbearing prone, that
eating and feeding were good for Knowledge (Genesis 3:6)
or unKnowingly (Oy, college), as GOD Knowingly gave to Eve
alone
the gift to be the she - bearer of the womb of life, as shown (Genesis 3:20).


In the eyes of Eve,
unKnowingly naked . . .
Adam ate the unKnown fruit, full of secrets Known to be sacred (Genesis 3:6).


In the eyes of Adam,
Adam's behavior Known, Eve was unKnowingly blamed, a condone (Genesis 3:12).


In the eyes of GOD,
Adam did not acKnowledge his Known misdeed
for a commandment of tone, that he had Known, and must atone,
if only he had KNOWN ! OY, A CYCLONE . . . (Genesis 3:17-19).

. . . UnKnowingly,
Adam tiller of the Garden of Eden wellKnown is overthrown to till (Oy, backbone)
the blown soil of an unKnown garden, overgrown (Oy, the grindstone) (Genesis 3:23).


GOD gave Eve
the Known joyful gift of unKnown painful childbirth, groan (Oy, a milestone) (Genesis
3:16).


Adam and Eve gave to Each Other
the Known gifts of unforbidden immense sexual passion unchaperoned (OY, OY,
ALONE)
And unforeKnowingly, unforeseen orgasmic pleasures unforetold OY, OY, MOAN
(Genesis 4:1).


Adam and Eve gave GOD
the KNOWN (Oy, a microphone) and unKnown (Oy, postponed, Oy, Oy)
"DUST to dust" gifts - a loan - (Oy, a headstone)
of KNOWING and unKnowing - on their own - (accident prone, Oy)
FUTURE GENERATIONS (Genesis 5:1);

To Be Continued . . .



A Poetry Jewel: Cain's Mark - Inseparable, Together-Alone-Forever.

Inseparable -
Abel and Cain were Born in the same Womb.
As Brothers like One. Together.
After Birth Separated Them into Two.
As Strangers like Enemies. Alone.

Inseparable -
Abel's Offering was Accepted by God. Together.
God Can. Together.
Cain's Offering was Rejected by God. Alone.
God Can't. Alone.
Cain Felt Humiliated as One. Alone.
Abel Can & Cain Can't.

Inseparable -
Abel and Cain were Left Alone Together.
Alone -
Cain was Left Able when Left Alone with Abel.
Alone -
Abel was Left Dis-Abled when Left Alone with Cain.
Abel Felt Cain's Humiliation as One. Alone.
Cain Can & Abel Can't.

Inseparable -
Abel was Left Dead - Rejected by God. Alone.
God Can't. Alone.
Cain was Kept Alive - Accepted by God. Together.
God Can. Together.
God Can't & God Can. Together.

Inseparable -
Together -
God Alone was Left Un-Able to SAVE the Lone Abel. Injustice.
Abel Can't & God Can't. Alone.
Together -
God Alone was Left Un-Able to STOP the Lone Cain. Injustice.
God Can't, Abel Can't, & Cain Can. Alone.

INSEPARABLE -
ALONE, CAIN CAN. Imperfected Imperfections of Perfection. INJUSTICE.
Together, The PERFECT God & The PERFECT Creation, Flawed. INJUSTICE.
Together with the Lone Cain, God ALONE was Left Humiliated. INJUSTICE.
God Can't & CAIN CAN. Alone.

Cain's Mark -
Together, a Conjoining of Cain's Crime and a
Constant Reminder of Abel's Reprehensible Murder.
Like Before Birth, As Brothers like One. Together.
Like After Birth, As Strangers like Enemies. Alone.
Inseparable, Cain was Left Together with Abel. Alone. Forever.


(Poetry Book: Poetry Jew-Els of a Jew-Isha: Poetry Speaks To Power)




BEACH POETRY:

Poetry Jew-EL:
Sea In, SEA OUT

(1)
Lights On, Day In, Day Out,
Happy Harmony and Sweet Serenity
Captivates the Buoyant Beach of Bubbly Blue Sea.
Endlessly, Vacillating, Velvet and Vocal Waters
of Scintillating Sea Sprays into Infinite Air Spaces.
Trailing, Salty Traces of a Sweetly Soothing Aroma -
An Ambiance. Lights On, Night Out, Day In.

(2)
Lights Out, Night In, Night Out,
Cohabiting, at Deepest Depths of Seemingly
Bottomless Overwhelming Ocean, in an
Organized Wilderness of Divine Decree are
Collector's Sassy Seashells and Culinary Edibles -
Delightful, Delicious and Delectable Delicacies.
Lights Out, Night In, Day Out.


(3)
War On.
Awash is the Sea in a Bloodbath.
Lights On, Day In, Night Out,
Day Out, Night In, Lights Out.
Blue Sea Water Bloodied Red By Sea Beasts Armed Bi Jaws.
Courageously Hungry, the Pains of Hunger
Exact Pain from the Courageously Hunted
Salty, Salty, Sea Water - Tears of the Fallen.
Salty, Salty, Sea Water - Wounds of the Survivors Heal.
Devoured,
The Hunted Feel No More of Pain
and No More of Pleasure. Never.
Satiated,
the Hungry Feel Pleasure. Always.
War Out.

(4)
Day In, Day Out, Lights On, Lights Out, Night In, Night Out,
Waves Rush Back with Quiet Tranquility
and Rage Forth with Brazen Abandon Covering
Furiously Fast and Fancy Footprint Trails of
Two By Two Webbed Footed Seagulls,
Four By Four Creepy Crawling Prey,
and of Any Trace of Humankind's Flatfooted Trials and Tribulations.



Poetry Jew-EL:
The RESTLESS Sunrise

A Streaming Golden Light Enters in
and Under the Windowsill

A Restless Sleeper is Awakened
to New Beginnings

To Catch a Sunrise the Dreamer Arises
as the Light Bursts Forth

The Sunrise Lights Up the Sky
in Anticipation of a a World

THAT HAS YET TO BE CREATED.



Poetry Jew-EL:
MY MAN: Making Love All Through the - Night -
and All Through the -Day -

My Man
is passionate and strong, all through
the night - I know his emotional,
spiritual, and physical being; I feel
the breadth and depth of his masculinity

All through the night, My Man holds
me tightly in his arms: warm, tender,
and cuddly -childlike - always knowing
where I am, secure forevermore

My Man's touch lingers-
I am sleeping soundly through
all of the night, still making love
with him, in my dreams

I awaken to My Man's soft kisses at
dawn, my spirit floating in the morning
mist - the promise of love is fulfilled -
my heart is murmuring a melody, a sweet
new song, all through the day



POETRY JEW-EL:
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN

Driven by ever Delectable Delights of
Pure Perfections of Sweet-Skin Confections
Ever Enamoured
Sinewy Soft Skins Embrace
Ever Enkindled
Warm ever Tender Kisses ever Feverish Touching ever Retouching
Ever Entangled
Two Naked Souls are ever Woven as ever One
Ever Entwined
Ever Head To Head ever Heart To Heart ever Toe To Toe
Ever Engulfed
Caresses ever Consume ever Conquering evermore
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN


Ever Enlaced
Ever Fine Cottony Linens and Ever Plush Pillows Harbor an
Ever Enchanted
Tribal Princess of Israel
Ever An Entourage
Ever Emanating
Fanciful Artistic Persuasions and
Ever Enmeshed
Ever Enthroned is a
French Speaking Lebanese King of
Ever Endowed
Virtuous Virility and
Kind Keeper of Medicinal Powers of the ever Sacred Heart.
Ever Enobled
Two Intensities of Two Beings are ever United as Each Other's Beloved
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN


Ever Enveloped
Tightly Bound From Dusk Till Dawn Lovers Inextricably Embrace
Ever Enveloped
Touchingly By Osmosis Powerful Emotions Permeate Satin Skins
Ever Enveloped
Ever Thrusting ever Churning to Mysterious Musical Muses
Ever Enveloped
Full Bodied Naked Souls Ferment in Infinite Emotional Depths
Ever Enveloped
Cloaked by Romantic Fantasies Desires Seductively Impel
Ever Enveloped
Thresholds of ever Towering Peaks of ever Tremendous Passions ever Arise
Ever Enveloped
Two Hearts Secure in an ever Sacred Union ever Harmonizing
Ever Enveloped
Ever Needing to be ever Accepted ever Cherished ever Unconditionally
Ever Enveloped
Two Together - ever Feasting as One - ever Body ever Mind ever Soul
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN


Ever Drawing Nearer . . . and ever Closer
Enticing, Ecstasy is ever Unabridged
Ever Drawing Nearer . . . and ever Closer
Enthalled, Ecstasy is ever Unbounded
Ever Drawing Nearer . . . and ever Closer
Enraptured, Ecstasy is ever Unbridled
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN



Ever Entwined in ever Endless Pretzels ever Unending
ever Intimacy ever Uninhibited,
ever Intimacy ever Unencumbered,
ever Intimacy ever Uncontaminated,
ever Hard, ever Longing for Physical
Recovery, ever Wanting to Begin Again,
ever Hard, Letting Go of His Body, His Warmth,
the Music of His Beating Heart, His Lips,
His Hands, the Blankets - ever Unfurling
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN


Ever Ecstatic
Love is ever Reborn
In Yesterday's Daring Darknesses of the Deepening Night
Ever Exalted
Love is ever Reborn
In-between the Slumber of One Sleepless Night and One Dreamy Day
Ever Exuberant
Love is ever Reborn
In Tomorrow's Penetrating Spiked Peaks of a Parting Sunrise
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN


Ever Effervescent
Lit By Catalytic Sunlight of the New Day
Lovers Separate
Ever Resolved and ever Unresolved
Ever Enriched
In ever Body ever Mind ever Soul
Love Rehomogenizes
Ever Resolved and ever Unresolved
Ever Enlightened
In a Love for the Self and a Love for the Other
Love Separates
Ever Resolved and ever Unresolved
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN


Ever Returning
An Enduring Hunger Remains
Ever Unforgetable
In Complete Recall
Ever Enshrined
In Eternally Memorable Time
Ever Endless
Love ever Never ever Ceasing
Ever Entrusted
Promising to Love All-Ways in ever Time ever Touch ever Intensity
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN


Ever Enterprising
In a Grand Kingdom of Majestic Brownstone
Filled with Funnel Shaped Ruby Red Gladiolus
Ever Mightier Kingdoms within the
Ever Mightiest Kingdoms are
Ever Awaiting to be ever Awakened
Ever Enduring
Built by the Creator of
Ever Eternal Divinity and
Ever Eternal Desire
Ever Enshrouded
Ever Flowering Bi-Petals
Ever Decorate the
Ever Opening
Ever Widening
Ever Ascending
Opulent Pearly Ever Pink
Velvet Lipped Vestibule of
Ever Insatiable Pleasure

Ever an Enigma
Oilwells
Ever Gushing
Ever Liquid
Ever Lasting
Ever Lingering
Ever the Starry Night


Ever Entitled
Secrets of Lubrication
Ever H20 Designs of Universal Forms:
Ever Green Salad, Moist Israeli Feta Cheese, and - Lemon Dressing -
Ever Warm Challah French Toast and - Maple Syrup -
Ever Crispy Cereal, Bananas, Chile Blueberries, and - Cold Milk -
Ever Hard Red Brick and - Creamy Wet Cement -
Ever Fast Sports Cars and Premium - Oils -
Ever Touch, ever Time and ever Intensity
Ever Engorged
Ever Echoing in the Palace of
Ever Erect Grandeur
Ever Enjoined
Symphonies of Powerful Tunnels of
Ever Roarrrring Climatic Orgasm Varying Dimensions
Ever Resounds in Harbor Mysterious
Ever - Perrrrfected -
Side by Side -
Ever Form Fitting Intercourse
Channels of Deepening Crevices
Ever Canyons of Carnivals:


Ever an Encore
By ever Cosmic Conception
Dramas of Devastating Death and
Miraculous Rebirths ever Re-Play on the
Stage of the Womb
Ever Enacted
The - Egg Actress - and
- Sperm Actors -
Ever Cling as
Ever Upstream Heros to
Rescue the
Ever Encapsulated
Doomed Egg Heroine


Ever An Ensemble
Moonlit Serenades
Ever Monthly
Ever Ensheathed
Messsssy -
Menstruation of an Egg's Death
Cycle after Cycle -
Play On and On


Ever Ephemeral
A 9 Month Pregnancy for
Evolvvvving -
New Evolutionary
Beings
Ever Ensued
Naussssseating -
Vomit of Conception

Ever Enwombed
Excruuuuciatingly -
Painful Joyous Birth and
Ever Rebirths Replay

Ever Enwinding
A Sustaining Umbilical Cord is Severed -
Ever Enwrapped
A Nutritious Placenta is Discarded -
Ever Enclosed
Disposables of
Biological Love Waste


Ever Enabled
A Newborn
Ever Reborn
Independently is
Ever Born
Anew
Dependent
Ever Unabled


Ever Ensouled
Love is Bound Up
Ever to be Reborn as an
Ever Beloved Newborn
Ever Ensphered
In Destiny -
Ever after ever and ever Forever
LOVE EVER REBORN is LOVE EVER NEWBORN




Sharon Esther Lampert
(Kadimah, The Tribal Princess of Israel)
http://www.poetryjewels.com
Email: princesskadimah@hotmail.com



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A reader, ;

I am so glad i stumbled upon your fantastic website.
A place where artistic expression can be experienced and enjoyed by all in a light hearted and imaginative manner.
Well done all Pyropoets and the author of the site!
Anonymous, ; om_moore@yahoo.co.uk

"Poem 977" is not a poem at all. I had written that and would ask you to remove if possible. Thank you.
anonymous one, ; gullu6@yahoo.com

Ann,
What an excellent idea! This is an enjoyable site. Poetry should be fun!
Warmly,
Rebecca Lu Kiernan, GECKO Editor
Rebecca Lu Kiernan, ; dragonfly500@hotmail.com

bONJOUR,
i,M IN NYS SEARCHING FOR OPEN-MICS/POETRY/MUSIC
IN MONTREAL; PLEASE ADVISE OF ANY WEEKLY OPEN-
MICS YOU,RE AWARE OF. THANX ET MERCI
DAVID W. HASSIG, Ogdensburg, NY USA 13669; foreverwildfws@hotmail.com

PS to previous comment: I,m specifically looking
for smoke-free venues, no smokey bars, please.
Again-- THANX ET MERCIBEAUCOUP


David W. Hassig, ; see above

i wrote a poem called "war!! why???" in the awaken to a dream book.published in 1997. i enjoyed reading all of the poems in the book.
sylvia roberts, swansea; s-roberts21@sky.co

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