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Poetry Tour of India

Philip G Bell — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 08:09:09 GMT

Although the dates have still to be finalised, by invitation I am hoping to tour parts India with the celebrated poet Dr Charles Fishman, Distinguished Service Professor (Emeritus) New York State University. The planned tour is currently proposed for early 2009 (January/February). Will post more once confirmed.
Philip

Um Barco Nas Nuvens

Admin — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:03:18 GMT

Into Darkness by Hanna Wilmmer

Admin — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:01:30 GMT

Into Darkness

Wind chimes - Kineski zvoncici

Sonja — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:11:35 GMT

My new published book - novel for children and youth. Promotion will be April 15 at 7pm, at the town city hall. I am so proud of it.

Poetry with Photography

Philip G Bell — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:05:26 GMT

I am trying my hand at combining my love of poetry with my love of photography. Do check out this
http://www.jpgmag.com/photos/497952

Golden grape-vine

Sonja — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 17:20:28 GMT

Golden grape-vine Gold grapes trapped within your mouth, sweet smells of childhood summer on your fingers. The narrow place between market benches. Scents in the air... With eyes closed I can see spots of sweat on your t-shirt, in the basket onions between spices tied with white strings, five tomatoes, garlic, dill, parsley and thyme... carrots, only two. In the pot, chicken soup. Two of us connected like Lady and the Tramp with .......the .............same ....................soft ...........................noodle ................................ ...

Rosebud

lanaia74 — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 11:22:16 GMT

Before I crossed over, to the great beyond, we made a pact, if I could return to you, that I would Taking into consideration, who I was in life, if I could find a way back, without hesitation, I would return to you No matter how many mountains I had to climb, no matter how many oceans I would have to swim, I would return to you if I could It was never my intention to leave you alone, I know you are so sad and blue. From the other side of the fence, the land of death, I feel exactly ...

The smell of dry, old paper

Sonja — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 20:17:28 GMT

The smell of dry, old paper Breathe calmly, your heart at peace, feel this book underneath your hand and imagine the smell of dry, old paper, allow all of your senses to feel it. Remember the moment. One day it will be the old book with slightly worn-out corners titled with my name. Touch it slowly, open it, inhale the love waiting there for you, always the same, always fresh, impregnated for eons to come inside that smell of dry, old paper. Feel it, ...

Honour in India

Philip G Bell — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 21:18:24 GMT

A very good poetry friend of mine Dr Amitabh Mitra was Indian by birth and now lives in South Africa. He is well known in both South African and Indian literary circles. Returning to his homeland this Christmas and New Year he was invited to be the Guest of Honor at the Sahitya Akademi, Delhi. The Akademi is an extremely important place in Indian Literary Circles and it was reported that there was a very large turn-out to hear Dr Mitra speak and to read his poetry. Another Indian friend, ...

A Tuscan Sonnet (Form and Favour)

Philip G Bell — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 20:46:23 GMT

From a collection of formal poetry "Form and Favour" The form in this sonnet is Petrarchan or Italian, modified with iambic pentameter. The Petrarchan pure form suits the Italian language much better than English hence the adaptation. In Tuscany my demons now have fled My mind consoled by grapes from off the vine My palette touched with pasta to combine Oh glory seen in crystal glass of red. But darkness still must come to make me dread The after thoughts that follow ...

Shadow of the Snake

lanaia74 — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 09:02:44 GMT

From Of Atlantis book four Resurrection, Reunion, and the Ravaged We are at wits end as we know we must battle Sia, Orion Goddess of the Underworld Only the stones of Cheyenne, can destroy this entity of evil and destruction Her most favored servant Uric, think he and he alone possess the stones that could give him complete control over the planet Earth, the entire world But one stone he does not possess, he dropped one when he stole them, when he stole them, when he was on the run. ...

Within Lanaia's Darkness ( Video)

Admin — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 02:47:36 GMT

from Lanaia

lanaia74 — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 21:24:44 GMT

check it out

http://www.youtube. com/watch? v=2zDZQEzqA8o

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Vortex

lanaia74 — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 09:09:50 GMT

In certain places upon this planet, I believe energy doorways exist Places that have an indescribable appeal of some kind The energy from these place a normal person just can't resist These strange occupancies most men just can't define. This energy affects our very bodies in one way or another All that experience this say they feel total tranquillity and peace Most feel in total unison with the universe, making people feel like with the universe they are brothers One's tension, ...

The Spider and the Fly

lanaia74 — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 11:27:21 GMT

Come into my web the spider said to the fly Knowing that when the web is entered, all the fly can do is struggle and die I wonder what the fly was thinking, if he ever thought to question why? I wonder if he knew he was dying? I have to wonder if these thoughts made him cry? You voluntarily came into my web, not knowing the inevitable lay in wait for you I had you fooled from the very beginning, totally blinding you with my inviting smile You thought I would make you so happy, ...

Searching

lanaia74 — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 06:36:02 GMT

Here in the twelfth dynasty of Egypt, I hold a position of status I am high priestess to the God Amun, it's like I am the wife of the powerful God I am celebate, I have to be since I am his wife, I can not partake of physical love and lust I try to keep my vows, but it is very hard being the wife of a God. No physical companionship, destined to live my life totally alone But the attention I crave, makes it impossible for me to remain true to my husband, Amun, my God No one knows ...

The Dream and the Dreamer (Celtic Inspiration)

Philip G Bell — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:00:34 GMT

From my collection Celtic Inspiration The dream and the dreamer sang in tune In the light of the willow tree moon; They danced on the surface of the rippling brook In this crystal night of June. The dream and the dreamer were as one that night Like a dragonfly with its wings; And their love affair took flight that night Blessed by Elfin Rings. The dream and the dreamer had limited time They knew that deep inside; But for the time they had, 'twas bliss In ...

The Ancients Knew

lanaia74 — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 13:21:05 GMT

Do you ever wonder as I do, if the very Earth, itself emits energy? Could this really be a possibility, something of proof? But don;t you think there is a certain order of things, things that we just can't see? Maybe there is more to history, something we yet don't know but when we do, to all logic, it will simply blow off the roof? Did our ancestors, the ancients know something that we do not? All the mystical places on Earth where it is said energy can be felt Stonehenge, Manchu ...

Today A Child Was Born

lanaia74 — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 12:40:39 GMT

From Of Atlantis book four Ressurection, Reunion and the Ravaged Today I was exposed to the miracle of life, a small tiny babe was born Born of love, born of the desire to fill empty arms, born to fill a space in the heart of her mother Having lost other children, this babe will bring a much needed smile to her mother's face, no longer does she have to mourn Today a babe was born a babe that will never know her sweet murdered twin brothers. This child, she will continue a ...

Pendragon (Celtic Inspiration)

Philip G Bell — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 20:29:59 GMT

From my collection Celtic Inspiration. As the early morning light softly broke through mist, on the moors, I watched and waited and my eyes strained as the night gods, shadows through the mist, returned to their halls and left this lonely place to me Too early for even the dawn cries too early for my fellow warriors yet perhaps not too early for his return and I must wait, alert and at my post for he is my lord and I will not let him down Not for ...

I Am

lanaia74 — Wed, 26 Dec 2007 10:28:15 GMT

Anyone familiar with my writing knows I usually write of the darkness so what could be darker than have your way of lifr snatched away, in saying this I pay homage to the Native American I awaken in the dark to the sound of a coyote as it howls As I look at the stars from the cold ground, I see the brilliance of a full moon The dogs within my village, I hear them as they bark and growl With the sun rising, I hear the morning birds sing a happy tune. I arise from the ground, ...

At the end of the rainbow - from the White lilac love

Sonja — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 07:10:26 GMT

White lilac love Author of this beautiful watercolor used for my nee book cover is a well know painter Jana Bouc White lilac love Evaporating buds tint soft spring�s light while lilac waits, and then explodes in style effusing colors hidden in the white. I, in the garden, happy is my smile, inhaling nature�s scents and its sensation touching my true love�s petals so fragile. A breeze�s lullaby and soft vibration is dandling flowers which on branches huddle and ...

The Bell Tolls

lanaia74 — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 09:19:56 GMT

In the back ground I hear the old bell as it tolls in another year My life never changed each day, each week, each year much like the other A new year, I have existed so long, the thought brings me very little fear Even if I am cursed, mankind and I are still brothers. I respect life, I hate the fact, t times I must steal another's life force But long ago, I was bitten by the bat, that made my life turn into a living hell This thing made me stick to a life, a life that had ...

In The Snow

lanaia74 — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 11:15:20 GMT

As I sit here looking at my window, I look upon a beautiful winter wonder land The snow on the ground, looks like the earth has snuggly gone to sleep under a white blanket I know it is so cold outside, but the beauty I see, well the scene is in no way bland Even the bare tress, look like upon this scene they just fit. There is even a small steam, snaking it's way through the white, with the help of the sun, looks so very bright Looking from my window, the entire scene, just takes ...

Christmas, My Way

lanaia74 — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 08:55:47 GMT

Some may not consider this poem as dark but to me it is! Within the deep dark caverns of my mind, I shall celebrate the holidays my way I can't cook for my family or physically show them my love But in my mind, even though they are in the grip of death, I can visit them everyday I know within my heart they are looking down on me from above. Only in my mind can I imagine all the fun with the on Christmas mourn I can set out the presents and have a big family meal Death took ...