the fourth dimension blog presents “The Poet’s Voice” First Edition - Version 1 (microsoft powerpoint)
  .     hey everyone ... my name is emmah and i am from india ... you are listening to the first edition ... of the poet's...
the cabin during that time I would rise and push my rusty wheelbarrow into the misty dawn of cloistered woods gathering ol...
grief Your loss must have exploded from your heart. I heard  that small, still voice of longing as the ash settled from th...
I Stream - II what is love? baby, do hurt me-do dirt-me I’ma do what and be what a real ngh be busy-gettin’ my endz wish I...
the light the light exists within each of us   no one will compare or hold candle   for a closer view until first   the sw...
the eye of power I look above, and cower. Seeing the eye of power. The creature of a million years. Bringing the greatest ...
.  thank you, all …    …
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The poet's voice first edition

  1. 1. the fourth dimension blog presents “The Poet’s Voice” First Edition - Version 1 (microsoft powerpoint)
  2. 2. .     hey everyone ... my name is emmah and i am from india ... you are listening to the first edition ... of the poet's voice ... the poet's voice is a proud initiative ... of the fourth dimension blog ... and the ark one ... the idea is to bring to you poetry rendered in the voices of the poets ... we are poets from all over the world ... and we meet and interact with each other on the writer's cafe ... this edition is an eclectic mix ... of flavours from the united states ... australia and malta ...  we are featuring the magic of ed hart ... the melody of emily burns ... the unique spunk of the ark one ... the poetic eloquence of alan p kelly ... and the word wizardry of ryan ... it's been an honour and a privilege ... to bring this to you ... and we hope you enjoy listening to the first edition of the poet's voice ... Introduction (emmah, india)
  3. 3. the cabin during that time I would rise and push my rusty wheelbarrow into the misty dawn of cloistered woods gathering old tree bones piled to the edge of ambition return to kindle the coals break my fast sit before the fingering flames smoke my pipe and listen to the god's own songs come riding the wings of birds and storms and sufficient unto the day was the day thereof the cabin (ed hart, united states)
  4. 4. grief Your loss must have exploded from your heart. I heard  that small, still voice of longing as the ash settled from the sky -- melancholy floated over the hills on the wind. I tried to catch it in a mayonnaise jar like those lightning bugs when we were little-- But, I never thought and it turns out that the holes in the lid were too large anyway.   I was sorry to see your grief set loose from my childish jar to lose a thing and then lose the sadness-- to be doubly bereft. I expected the feeling to have floated halfway across the country by now . . . and, yet, there it still is draped around your shoulders as if to keep you chilly on warm nights. grief (emily burns, united states)
  5. 5. I Stream - II what is love? baby, do hurt me-do dirt-me I’ma do what and be what a real ngh be busy-gettin’ my endz wish I was comin’ up quick enough to get the bends now I’m keepin’ time like the Reaper on the doomsday clock-so focused like an arrow knocked on Robin of Locksley’s long bow aimin’ at the throat of the Sheriff of Nottingham it’s not damned if I don’t or do-it’s damned if I am not givin’ one at all-that’s the problem but the problem was made so we could solve’em I had a dream once that I was fallin’-landed on my feet after thirty-thousand of them-never skipped a beat high-free basin- half baked and inspired to build like a free mason for somethin’ greater than my own reflection rise-son-it’s half past time to leave behind circumspection skip- scratched record-it’s records I’m breakin’ I got you, Atlas-give me your burden-this world is mine for the taking I Stream - II (the ark one, united states)
  6. 6. the light the light exists within each of us   no one will compare or hold candle   for a closer view until first   the switch is on in you   as nightmares turn to daydreams   in myriad incandescent hue   as time takes toll on those who wait   too long for perfect cupid's due   as shadows stretch their arms   ready for the last adieu   light exists within each of us   the switch must first be on   in you the light (alan p kelly, australia)
  7. 7. the eye of power I look above, and cower. Seeing the eye of power. The creature of a million years. Bringing the greatest beasts to tears. It's mane is flaming bright. Yet also hidden out of  sight. It's eye spreads far and wide. Turning blind to summon tides. It can see through every secret. When the flames dance around it. Yet it ignores when seen at the lake, the sinful actions unseen in it's wake. A heart darker then the foulest spirit. Yet we have no reason to even fear it. For it also has a heart of a golden fleece. From which radiates love and peace. This is the creature we all live under. It protects us and is our nature mother. If you cannot see it, then open your eyes. And look up, up at the massive skies. the eye of power (ryan falzon-tymon, malta)
  8. 8. . thank you, all …  …

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