Unfinished mss
Orphaned children
anticipating adoption,
stray puppies at the SPCA,
lonely hearts
left
forgotten.
Notes and photos,
newspaper clippings paperclipped
to beginnings and endings and
in-betweenings;
filed away in folders
to be finished when the muse strikes.
Passionate ideas penned
in the heat of thought—
good, bad, mediocre, brilliant—
that someday
2002
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Questioning Poets | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| No One Listens To Poets | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| I Still Use Pencil and Paper | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Unfinished mss | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| The Sculptor | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Writing Haiku | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Creative Writing | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Caged Angels | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| From Poet to Poet | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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