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Aurora Antonovic & Christopher Horne
Romantic Poetry Duo ~
The reading is rich and powerful here!
You'll be a witness to "Poetry in Motion."
Responsive Poetry
Christopher: Heart's Invocation...
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Christopher: Heart's Invocation
In time of pain or hardship, when all seems darkened blue,
I’ll whisper spells across the sea, in hopes of finding you,
They may take flight, or swim beneath, or carry on the...
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Reaching her days,
Justice she seeks;
For the light emanates
And she desires.
And long she has lived, believing;
from one source
the entities complete
And she can reach.
Taking part;
Rays of light as recall illuminating,
She...
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A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy!
And Scotland has a thief as good,
An outlaw of as daring mood;
She has her brave Rob Roy!
Then clear the weeds from off his Grave,
And let us chant a passing stave,
In...
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A frosty fall mornin' the bucks are in rut.
Better days are here, I feel it in my gut.
I leave the house, and walk up past the barn,
Up across the fields, to the back of the farm.
My mind is at ease, as I stroll along,
Remembering...
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Cerulean sky with porcelain glass
dreams of textures that cannot last
pondering thoughts of a life forgotten
of happiness and joys misbegotten
of ephemeral love that sifts through my fingers
as the pain, sadness, and emptiness...
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Days blended into nights
and then suddenly
a raindrop
quietly managed
to touch
your cheeks
while you looked out through
the fort windows
drenched in a
train of wayward suns
creeping in
within a desert storm
camels stirring...
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For the price of admission
I can see the future
or revisit the past,
mingling with the beautiful people
in suspended perfection,
between palpitations of cheap light
and priceless shadow.
Reconciled in the dark
to a million worlds...
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Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Not...
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It was a rainy day in Baseball land
The players were home in bed
One rookie rolled over his eyelids a flutter
With dreams of a stand-up triple running through his head
The cleats and spikes were all on hooks
Along with mitts, bats,...
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Medieval Love Poetry from
"Mermaids, Maidens,
and Distant Dreams."
I hurry every evening
to the edge of the maples
waiting for the moment
the Sun kisses the horizon,
and watch for the maiden
who greets me...
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O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
They call me and call me to follow them away.
Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current—Âwhere they run
Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.
I hear the brawling rapid, the thunder...
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Poets do not retire
On reaching their time to be silent,
Praising the beauty of Jerusalem
They are pushed slowly eastward
Thrust aside forgotten to the desert.
And there, suddenly in absolute secrecy
Drop mutely from the cliff,
And...
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Reason says, "I will beguile him with the tongue;"
Love says, "Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul."
The soul says to the heart, "Go, do not laugh at me
and yourself. What is there that is not his, that I may...
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our...
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you...
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Summer's pleasures they are gone like to visions every one,
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on.
I tried to call them back, but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away.
Dear heart, and can...
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The cloudscape is as vast as the sky is blue
Billowing white clouds intermingling
Many forms combine into one
Sharing and jockeying for attention
Bu as the pressure builds changes occur
The colour darkens to grey and black
Winds pick...
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The past is a relationship of angles,
Perspectives and emotions,
With its own fragmentary histories and
Genuine philosophical biases
That allows us to converse secretly
Acting out our small narratives,
Finding a pattern, a...
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There was never so much mud —Â
morning an alarm of ebbing silence,
droning gestures wrapped
in soupy leaves, thick warbled
gray weighing down
limb-blooded trees.
And he had questions, green and blue
words ready to choke...
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Time is never ending.
Scuttling the evening cup
breaking a sigh
upon frozen lips
it seems to depart
only to linger
beside the water lilies
in the backyard.
Its still motion
on the star track
prods the dust to bloom.
It...
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Whether for Nothing or for Yen
I'll play my Contract Bridge with Men!
For though my partner be a lout
Who doesn't know what It's About
It's easier to bear by far
Than playing with a Female Star.
For I can bawl...
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You traded us for glaciers,
Snow-capped mountains,
Pine forests,
Where icy rivers run.
You traded us for a man
Who would provide a home
For you and your infant son.
Did we haunt your dreams?
2 little girls,
Huddled together,...
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"In Flanders Fields" the cannons boom, And fitful flashes light the gloom; While up above, like eagles, fly The fierce destroyers of the sky; With stains the earth wherein you lie Is redder than the poppy bloom, In Flanders Fields. Sleep...
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BACKWARD, turn backward, O time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-nigbtl Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads...
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