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   12/22/08

   timethief

   I'm wondering: What about copyright? How will that work? I guess you will have to get permission from each author or copyright holder in order to publish them.

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   12/22/08

   vijayanths

   here is the poem. vijayanths.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-you-my-love-who-else.html. author is about t become famous, hehehe Im the author.

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   12/22/08

   drjay1966

   Here's a classic from Muhammed Ali:
   
   Me
   We

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      12/22/08

      ophase

      I bet that one is the shortest of all times
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      1/06/09

      drjay1966

      Actually, it is considered by many to be the shortest poem in the English language, but, since he said it aloud, there's some debate about how the second word is spelled: we or oui or whee!
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   12/22/08

   ranist22

   We can only do that if you tell us what you're going to do with the poem. When I ask for poetry from guest poets, I make a copyright mention in their name and a link to their blog, so that people can continue and read the original blogs the poems featured in. They can be then contacted directly by people interested in their poetry.

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   12/22/08

   emailsaya

   time-to-go-home.blogspot.com/

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6. 

   12/22/08

   dosox

   Unrevealed Hearts
   
   it consist of 7 lines. Thats my shortest..

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7. 

   12/30/08

   AndiBob

   I do not do anything with your poems!:) I just want to see what poems are read now in... The World:)
   Poems remain... here:))
   Seriously:
   You showed me your preferences. Thank you for that. (That's Just Great!)

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8. 

   12/30/08

   suvrokroy

   www.suvrokroy.net

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9. 

   1/01/09

   AndiBob

   Hi, Suvrokroy ! Happy New Year!
   Please read my poem /thanks
   andibob.wordpress.com/2008/12/13/poemele-spaniole-psalm/

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      1/01/09

      AlexGreat
10. 

    1/01/09

    AlexGreat

    I don't love you
    
    I don't love you because you love me
    
    I don't love you because of anything you do
    
    I just love you because it's you .
    
    Alex Great
    (you can do whatever yo u want with it share, sell or barter

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    1. 

       1/01/09

       ekim941

       Bartering poetry is against federal income tax laws.
       My uncle is doing 5 years for poetry bartering.
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       1/01/09

       AlexGreat

       I've registered the poem in the Cayman Islands . Your uncle should have done his homework
11. 

    1/01/09

    AlexGreat

    Plurk
    On my lips with a smirk
    I decided to plurk
    or else you may think I'm a jerk
    and turn on me berserk
    And cause me to irk
    and that doesn't work
    to plurk is a perk
    for us in the murk
    who on this platform lurk
    like a desperate clerk...
    plurk.com/redeemByURL?from_uid=3335635&check=-622238311&s=1

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    1/02/09

    AndiBob

    AlexGreat
    I Don't do anything with your poem, I just enjoy it! And... I take the time to admire your honesty! Thanks.
    
    ekim941 - I am ready to suffer for my poems :))
    

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       1/02/09

       AlexGreat

       Thanks Andi that's what poetry is for.
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    1/02/09

    Achyut

    I have put a few of my poems on my blog itself-
    www.achyutktelang.blogspot.com

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14. 

    1/02/09

    AndiBob

    Hi, Achyut Telang! (Please tell me how should I pronounce your name?? pls
    Very nice blog you have, congrats! Keep writing poems, I’ll read them...
    You can also use more shadows to give a portrait a bit glamour and mistery ...
    Excellent work, Achyut!!

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       1/02/09

       Achyut

       AndiBob,
       Ha ha...that's the problem most people face....even in my own country- of pronouncing my name!
       The only way I can explain it to you can be like the 'Ach' in my name is just like the starting of the word "a chair" then the 'yut' is like 'you' and 't'. only difference being the 't' is soft not hard but unfortunately in English there is no word with a soft 't'. Hope you got it. And others too!
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    1/02/09

    AndiBob

    AlexGreat: keep sending me...honesty

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    1/02/09

    Achyut

    And if you want, i will put the link here to my poems for all to see-
    1) achyutktelang.blogspot.com/2008/10/poetry-words-from-my-heart.html
    
    2) achyutktelang.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetry-words-from-my-heart-ii.html
    
    3) achyutktelang.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetry-words-from-my-heart-iii.html

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    1/02/09

    AndiBob

    Thank you, Achyut!Good choice, my friend

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18. 

    1/02/09

    Achyut

    Yeah.Andi....thanks friend

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19. 

    1/02/09

    roguedeals

    Here's a silly but dark one that I wrote. Copyright me. if you want to use it email me or use the contact form on my site.
    
    Death is a Cardshark
    ---------------------
    
    This is the grim end, as I
    Grip the liquid tightly as it seeps
    Through the cracks and creases
    Dripping, trickle, creep
    
    Pours, splatters, spilling about
    Collects, congeals, and dries
    Stains on the walls and floor of my soul
    My own self-centered demise
    
    Arms and legs fixed and stiff
    Post mortem ghostliness
    This suffer I've caused
    To this dark depth I've plunged
    Confusion entwined around
    And no way out of this hell I've found
    
    One falling tear from one black hole
    Abyss of darkness consumes the soul
    Death, when dealt a hand full of spades
    The gravekeeper joyously plays...
    
    Unfleshed to bone, his fingers snap
    Crack and creek, with each rapping tap
    Off the table, the sound of death
    A void of echoes, an endless breath

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    1/02/09

    AndiBob

    Powerkor,
    I can't honestly say that I enjoyed every word/idea of this dark poem, but ...you have powerful images here.
    This poem shows obvious talent, you have created... sensations with very dramatic images: blood mixed with firestorms, a secret battle between... loneliness and despair. I almost can hear The Voice in Darkness Your metaphor is very strong.
    Thank you.
    I will not forget this verse:
    ”A void of echoes, an endless breath”

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21. 

    1/02/09

    gentledove

    My tiny webbed feet are frozen
    this isn't the life I'd have chosen
    but I am a frog
    an' I live in a bog
    so what's the use of supposin'

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    1. 

       1/02/09

       AlexGreat

       You just need a prince
       To kiss you without a wince
       and you'll be happy ever since
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       1/03/09

       gentledove

       such joy in a kiss?
       I am hard to convince
       I would much sooner have
       a plate of onions and mince
22. 

    1/03/09

    KittyKat53

    For Heaven's Sake
    For every truth be told, I lie
    For every hand I hold, I cry
    For every breath I take, I die
    For Heaven’s sake, I try
    
    To stay on the path that beckons me.
    I draw a line I cannot cross.
    If one more step will break my heart.
    I could not bear my lover's loss.
    
    If I were you and you were I.
    Would love be blind to lights of gray?
    Tempted by this heart divided.
    I'll faultier not, if shown the way.
    
    Open handed, love line exposed.
    On tenterhooks, I comply.
    A timeless moment, yet mortal still
    For Heaven’s sake, I try

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    1/03/09

    AndiBob

    Hi,Gentledove!
    
    ....so what's the use of supposin' that you are a dove?
    
    Alex - Great line!!
    
    KittyKat53
    I think you wrote a song here (?)
    
    Thank you, guys!

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       1/03/09

       gentledove

       my b'friend thinks the only dove thing about me is my ass, I'm gonna give him such a wallop one day
24. 

    1/03/09

    AndiBob

    Dove, you are so funny. Say Hello to your boyfriend...

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25. 

    1/03/09

    AndiBob

    Dove,
    
    Do you know a french actress, Isabelle Huppert? You look very much like her:
    
    www.traetta.com/img/malina-05.jpg

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    1. 

       1/03/09

       gentledove

       I told you I was a froggy [now you've gotten me into trouble] I LOVE french people. :0
26. 

    1/04/09

    AndiBob

    I love them too...the actors french actors...

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27. 

    1/04/09

    Arnous81

    Ive never written a short poem in my life.But Ill make up one for you now.Hmm lets see.
    
    Im at work drinking tea,
    Stuck in the office, but i want to be free.
    Go home and sleep, and have a dream so deep.
    AndiBob, reads my poems, and starts to weep
    
    What do you think?

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28. 

    1/04/09

    AndiBob

    Hi, Arnous81!
    I started to laugh, then I decided it s so damn funny and I laughed again
    
    Thanks. You are a Poet now!!!!!

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    1. 

       1/04/09

       Arnous81

       Im glad I made you laugh twice.If I ever become a famous poet, it's because of you!
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    1/04/09

    SiuilARuin

    My favourite is a fragment by John Keats called "This Living Hand"
    
    This living hand, now warm and capable
    Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
    And in the icy silence of the tomb,
    So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
    That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
    So in my veins red life might stream again,
    And thou be conscience-calmed — see here it is —
    I hold it towards you.

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    1/04/09

    CrystalRaven

    you can read mine if you like:
    www.willowbywoods.com/category/poetry

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31. 

    1/04/09

    AndiBob

    Arnous81 - If You Win a Prize for poetry, please mention my name
    
    SiuilARuin - Wonderfully written this poem, very touching. Thank you ...
    I ”enjoyed The Beauty” of this silent dream.
    
    CrystalRaven - I'll read yours too, I'll let you know...

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32. 

    1/06/09

    joefaz

    The reflection in my mirror affirms a deep jagged scar from left point of eye
    across a furrowed brow, yet time has only healed its physical pain.
    
    Cracked lips slightly thin and parched, coincide with my facial wrinkles that posses the qualities of being individually hand made by a craftsman and etched so perfectly with such precision so they could be strategically placed in positions that complimented the blemishes and scars brought about by my existence, these events served to legitimize this purpose, to map in my life experiences.
    
    A broken front tooth makes a rare appearance when I find reason to smile, a wry look cast in alabaster, yet so soft and sincere a glimpse, it would inadvertently be misunderstood.
    
    With my eyes I see this, with my eyes I see this image, with my eyes I see myself, but I am unable to see my eyes, to complete my portrait.
    
    Title: Self Portrait
    
    Written by: Joseph M. Fasciana

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