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Why I Write, What I Write. Poem. Ruan Mills Burke.

October 10, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop


My writings are varied, my thoughts fuel the fire
My mind takes them captive before they expire
An inner dimension, newborn in the breeze
Dictates to my fingers in moments like these

My muse is a tyrant, a dragon, a fiend
At unlikely moments more thoughts have convened
I cannot detain them, they must have their way
Pushing and shoving to hijack my day

Dancing a tango, seducing my mind
Forming the words that my voice cannot find
Rushing and tumbling over the page
Whirling and twirling, coming of age

Splicing, enticing, leading astray
Dreaming up ways to enrich the affray
Sounding and pounding, building with glee
‘Til finally, a brand new creation is free

It’s because all of this that I write what I write
I don’t have a choice when new notions take flight
I am merely a vessel, a means for my muse
Thus providing a stage for its artistic views.

©RuanMillsBurke2010

Born in the south of England, Ruan is an avid reader and writing has always been a part of her life. She says, “The challenge of sculpting the English language into works of art is always exciting because it is such a diverse and perverse material that I can never really tell what shape each piece will take”.

Ruan now lives in western France, drawing inspiration from her three wonderful dogs, the surrounding wealth of art and music, and the beauty of the vast French countryside

Ruan has had her work published in seventeen anthologies to date and has been a guest speaker, reading her own work, on both UK Southern Counties Radio and Radio Caburn.
She has won several poetry competitions and been recognised by the Arvon Literary Foundation UK.

Her work was featured in the top 100 Poets 2001 for the Arvon Literary Foundation and the top 100 discovered poets of 2012. Much of her work has also been recognised on-line via websites such as Authorsden, Poem Hunter and Poetry.com.

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Press Release. The Poetic Bond 111. 2013-1

October 9, 2013October 9, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

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THE POETIC BOND III, ISBN 978-1492384199, published 5.October 2013

Poetry of the MOMENT, from across the PLANET, poetry of our WORLD

Poetry that documents the Contemporary Zeitgeist

Poetry that explores, illuminates and examines the Human Condition

POETRY THAT BONDS US

Poetry from

Brazil, Canada, China, Eire, France, Grenada, India, Israel,

Netherlands, New Zealand, Sweden, UK, US,

Thirty-seven poets from 13 countries were selected through a submission process in which there were no restrictions on form, style, length of subject; instead the choices made were on the basis of emergent themes and congruency in the pool of work; a snapshot of the poetry of new media NOW, seeking to capture the zeitgeist of the moment.

“Poetry, both reveals and shares our humanity”

(Trevor Maynard, editor The Poetic Bond Series)

Editors’ Notes

1. FOR A PDF PRESS COPY OF THE POETIC BOND III, contact Trevor Maynard at poetry@trevormaynard.com on 0 44 7966 079968 or by snail mail at Willowdown Books, 105 Crockford Park Road, Addletone, Surrey, UK, KT 15 2LP

2. Trevor Maynard, UK based poet and writer, manager of Poetry, Review and Discuss Group, a major poetry group on LinkedIn. His new poetry collection is KEEP ON KEEPIN’ ON (was published November 27 2012). He is also the author of several plays. Further information at http://www.trevormaynard.com/

4. The Poets of The POETIC BOND III (2013) are; Christine Anderes (US), Graham Bates (New Zealand), Rebecca Behar (France), Mark Beechill (UK), Nikki Bennett (UK), Rosalind Brenner (US), BJ Brown (US), Ian Colville (UK), Clark Cook (Canada), William DiBenedetto (US), Sam Doctors (US), Belinda Dupret (UK), Sumita Dutta (India), Gilbert A. Frank (US), Nina Floreteng (Sweden), Louise Francois (Grenada), GK Grieve (Europe), Seamus Harrington (Eire), Scott Hastie (UK), James Higgins (US), Robin Ouzman Hislop (UK), Diane Jardel (UK), Mark L. Levinson (Israel), Carey Link (US), Trevor Maynard (UK), Mermie (France), Simon Miller (UK), Linda Mills (US), Marli Merker Moreira (Brazil), Christine Pearson (US), RH Peat (US), Bonnie Roberts (US), Niek Satijn (Netherlands), Sharla Lee Shults (US), Peter Alan Soron (UK), Charles Thielman (US), Cigeng Zhang (China).

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A Cage Biosphere. A Poem by Jim Dunlap.

March 27, 2015October 6, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

Jim Dunlap Author

Nebulous writhings, pure emotion,

blot a madcap ledger, writ

like the last, inchoate notion

of a dark, unhealthy fit.

Extant some bold lammergeier,

serpentwise, yet dragon fell,

destroying life’s pure, flaring fire

across untrammeled leagues of hell.

Colors shooting blinding schism

lighten dark, unfettered dreams.

Sunlight, filtered by a prism,

outlines evanescent schemes.

Thus from behind these prison bars,

the savant yearns to claim the stars.

Jim Dunlap’s poetry has been published extensively in print and online in the United States, England, France, India, Australia, Switzerland and New Zealand. His work has appeared in over 90 publications, including Potpourri, Candelabrum, Mobius, Poems Niedernasse, and the Paris/Atlantic. He was the co-editor of Sonnetto Poesia and is currently a Content Admin for Poetry Life & Times. www.facebook.com/PoetryLifeTimes He is also the chief proofreader for the On Viewless Wings Anthologies, published out of Queensland, Australia. In the past, he was a resident poet on Poetry Life & Times and the newsletter editor for seven years with the Des Moines Area Writers’ Network.

You may find him here:

http://www.thehypertexts.com/Jim%20Dunlap%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture%20Bio.htm

Here: http://www.whoislog.info/profile/jim-dunlap-poet.html

Homepage: http://mindfulofpoetry.homestead.com/index.html
Here: http://www.pw.org/content/jim_dunlap_1

Here: http://www.artvilla.com/plt/currentoct06.html

Here: http://allpoetry.com/contest/2602767-Poems-for-Jim-Dunlap–

Here: http://classicalpoets.org/fairy-dust-anarchy-and-other-poetry-by-jim-dunlap/

Here: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/109492

Here: http://allpoetry.com/column/9188321-Book-Review-The-Spirit-of-Christmas-in-Poetry-by-Jim-Dunlap-by-WandaLeaBrayton

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The Mohican.Poem.Norman Ball

December 26, 2015October 4, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

NORMAN BALL (BA Political Science/Econ, Washington & Lee University; MBA, George Washington University) is a well-travelled Scots-American businessman, author and poet whose essays have appeared in Counterpunch, The Western Muslim and elsewhere. His new book “Between River and Rock: How I Resolved Television in Six Easy Payments” is available here. Two essay collections, “How Can We Make Your Power More Comfortable?” and “The Frantic Force” are spoken of here and here. His recent collection of poetry “Serpentrope” is published from White Violet Press. He can be reached at returntoone@hotmail.com.

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Except Seven None Return from Caer Sidhi.Poem. Ian Irvine(Hobson)

March 27, 2015October 2, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

We are never quite done

with the gloomy castle

it shadows all our domestic hours

from birth through the sapling years

and on.

It stands on a steep embankment

surrounded by a thick, dark forest

and from its battlements

unlucky souls observe in the distance

a glass-green ocean

a starry firmament.

Below, in the icy castle grounds,

huddle mournful souls

freezing and forgotten by all

but their closest kin—

a melancholy place

but nothing eternal to it.

The sun that rises elsewhere

will not penetrate this structure

hidden as it is, under northern mists,

wizard spells and optical illusions

of light and dark.

Though the city is your new mistress

you may encounter this castle

in dreams

animated by an almost human moon,

the eerie chatter of small

flitting things—not exactly bats—

and damp torches burning tentatively

on, towering ramparts.

And you may encounter stone griffins

or other frozen phantasmagoria ,

and ponder why it is

that you always approach Her

in the dark

with frost stinging your skin

and the air painful to breathe.

And there’s never any wind

it’s always so still and ponderous—

like a painting:

an ocean of souls (anticipating fire)

ominous clouds (dull and lifeless)

and

the muddled heavens

so vast, so domed, so utterly silent.

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Ian Irvine is an Australian-based poet/lyricist, fiction writer and non-fiction writer. His work has featured in many Australian and international publications, including Fire (UK) ‘Anthology of 20^th Century and Contemporary Poets,’ (2008) which contained the work of poets from over 60 nations.His work has also appeared in a number of Australian national poetry anthologies, and he is the author of three books and co-editor of many more (including Scintillae 2012, an anthology of work by over 50 Victorian and international writers and poets). He currently teaches writing and literature at Bendigo TAFE and Victoria University (Melbourne) and lives with fellow writer Sue King-Smith and their children on a 5 acre block near Bendigo, Australia.

Links related to his work are as follows:

http://authorsden.com/ianirvine

http://www.scribd.com/IanHobson

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Eulogy for Harley. Poem. Sara L Russell

March 27, 2015September 30, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

Do you hear unspoken thought,

Do you fly now, with the birds,

As the rest of us stay caught between our futile deeds and words?

In the endless dome of sky

Make a territory of dreams

While we can only cry for how finite a lifetime seems

Are you floating down the styx

Like Egyptian cats of old?

Do you dine with Tut and Ramesis in palaces of gold?

In the finite span of life

And the cycles of the moon

We can only make short plans for anything that ends too soon

A final resting place

Is no prison for a soul

We are elemental as the air that keeps our planet whole

In your light and playful way

You will always follow me

Outside in the garden where the angels set you free.

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I think we got Harley in 2001 (but I need to verify that with my husband Tom.) It was Guy Fawkes Night when we picked him up from the cat rescue place in Crawley. He was two I think, as I think his age would have been fifteen around November this year. I wanted a black and white “dinner jacket” cat and he fitted the bill perfectly.

His previous owner called him Bob. I thought that was a daft name for a cat, so called him Harley, partly because, being black and white, he had a harlequin look. Also because I am a rock/metal fan and the name Harley is associated with the Harley Davidson motorcycle.

He died on Friday 13th September 2013, humanely put to sleep at the vets, due to discomfort breathing, with an enlarged heart and water retention problems.

I think these video links will make people laugh and help them build a picture in their minds of Harley’s eccentric personality. Sara Russell.

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VIDEO LINKS:

I trained Harley to miaow in the right place to sing along with Figaro (YouTube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZARuxK4p0l8 (Preview) )

Harley also appears in this video of two cats arguing in our garden: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2e6z2FeWvZQ (Preview)

He also stars in this video of where he has a fight with a rabbit glove puppet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soai_aYx6Ow (Preview)

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AKA @pinkyandrexa Poet, Artist, Cartoonist, Goth, Time Traveller. Friend of cats everywhere. Former Editor of Poetry Life & Times. Founder of http://thevideopoets.ning.com/ … See also http://creativethinkersintl.ning.com/profile/SaraLouiseRussell plus over a million poetry links online.

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Sara Louise Russell , whose internet name is “PinkyAndrexa”, is a UK poet who has earned a well-deserved reputation as a highly respected twenty-first century poetry publisher and poet. She was the founder and Editor-in-Chief of Poetry Life & Times, one of the world’s premier poetry E-zines, which ran monthly from 1998-2006 under her tutelage. She has always been in on the scene with graphic design, animation, 3D art, web design, sign writing, photography, film and poetry recital videos. Sara is founder and current editor of Paper Li. Poetry Lifetimes and the online Ning network The Video Poets. Her poetry has been published in Artvilla, AuthorsDen, Hello Poetry, The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry (Describe Adonis Press, Ottawa, © 2005), Sonnetto Poesia, Word Machinist and more, as well as in several e-books by Kedco Studios Inc. (USA). Her skills as a sonneteer are particularly remarkable.

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The War Poet. Poem. Jeff Green

February 11, 2019September 28, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

He ripped away the patriotic fog

by painting scenes of brutal blood and gore,

of tedium and unrelenting slog

to show the world the horrors of the war.

He learned from all the greatest of the age.

Sassoon would coax from him his finest art:

the voice that told a generation’s rage,

with passions stolen from a broken heart.

When all was won and death still greater waste,

he gave his life as millions had before.

The news gave peace a lasting bitter taste,

and emphasised the dreadful final score.

There is no sweet and fitting way to die;

his verses showed the world that greatest lie.

Jeff Green, who lives in Harrow, UK. is by training and inclination a scientist, is also a long-time lover of words. Of himself, he says, “I started writing poetry for others when I included brief rhymes in Christmas cards for a group of lovely young ladies about five years ago, but had always played with the sound of words for my own amusement. The girls all wanted to read each others verses and asked for more, one of them encouraged me to find a wider audience, and after much nagging I did so. Writing regularly lead me to understand what I really like in poetry, and that is how I got here!” www. allpoetry.com/cricketjeff

This sonnet is pre-published with the permission of the Editor-in-chief from:Richard Vallance, editor-in-chief. The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Anthology of sonnets of the early third millennium = Le Phénix renaissant de ses cendres : Anthologie de sonnets au début du troisième millénaire. Friesen Presse, Victoria, B.C., Canada. © 2013. approx. 240 pp. ISBN Hardcover: 978-1-4602-1700-9 Price: $28.00 Paperback: 978-1-4602-1701-6 Price: $18.00 e-Book: 978-1-4602-1702-3 Price: TBA

300 sonnets & ghazals in English, French, Spanish, German, Chinese & Persian. Selected sonnets in this anthology are to be pre-published by our permission in Poetry Life & Times (UK) which has exclusive sole rights prior to the publication of the anthology itself. Readers may also contact Richard Vallance, Editor-in-Chief, at: vallance22@gmx.com for further information.http://vallance22.hpage.com/

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At the end of Lemon Valley. A Poem by E. Darcy Trie

March 5, 2015September 24, 2013 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

smarter than sugar
i once understood the language
of strawberries and creole
and upon the sickle tree
i hung gods until their bodies
swelled and trumpet lilies bloomed like
afterthoughts or translations
sung by the damned

and in the guts of night
i crafted the clavicle of a sonnet
knuckles rippling
like a gray sheet
a history lesson with grandmother’s hair
and chanting like an orchestra

i had dallied in colored wars
and rolled dice made of mangrove
millets and messages
the purple pits ate by eight
and had i listened
these new runes foretold
when the white drapes
would fall

and when it did
the flounder refused to speak
it is caught
flopping red and then black
each side growing weaker
until it was just
dinner
its amber face is trapped between tequila
and november

sometimes
on the patio
i call out to the violins in lemon valley
but now
they do not

answer

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Born in Taipei, Taiwan in 1975, E. Darcy Trie is a Scorpio, Rabbit and matriculated in Little Rock, Arkansas at the age of two. She graduated at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville with a B.A. in Psychology along with Minors in Drama and Asian Studies. Sensing that achieving her Masters would drive her to drink, she wisely opted to tour Asia in her early twenties (thanks to a grant provided by Bank Of Daddy), and in the year 2000, found herself in the heart of Beijing, China where she began writing due to the fact that crocheting was far too complicated and because the voices in her head would not shut up.

By 2004, she had completed two romances, one historical and one modern, and after viewing all nine seasons of the X-Files and three seasons of C.S.I, finished the first two series of the Snow novels and is currently writing the third installment. During this time, she has also had several pieces of her poetry published in various online poetry magazines.

Her passions and hobbies includes writing, reading (anything put out by Neil Gaiman), Disney movies, all divination tools such as Tarot, I-Ching, Runes and is an enthusiastic, although albeit amateur, astrologist/paranormal investigator. She is 5’10, weighs whatever she wrote on her driver’s license, owns a lot of black hoodies and is addicted to It’s A Grind’s Passion Fruit tea.

She is fluent in English, Mandarin Chinese, some French and once took a Zero Hour in Greek in high school. She hates mornings, coconuts, wire bras, and sincerely hopes that this is bio is long enough to fill up an entire page (doubled-space of course).

Ms. Trie currently lives in Las Vegas, NV because she adores $2.99 buffets, Paigow Poker, and that lovely 116 degree August weather. She dreams of writing best-selling novels that will delight and thrill her future fans and because she is tired of being a productive citizen and wants to go back to being a mooching hermit.

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