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Happy #WorldPoetryDay 2019!!! – #poetryrocks
21 Thursday Mar 2019
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos
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I can’t go past the Poet Laureate
of Rock ‘n’ Roll . . .
Bob Dylan speaks to my rebellious
little soul 😎
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With fear and trepidation
of a hostile reaction
from the literary elite
I would say Bob Dylan
A Nobel Poet Laureate
from the beat generation
of the civil rights revolution
with a voice from the street 😎
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Awesome! ❤
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Thank you for the follow, Dorinda…:) x
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Thank you, too! 🙂 I thought I was following you until I realized I wasn’t seeing you in my email!! I think WP unfollowed, I find they do that from time to time. 😦
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It has a mind of its own sometimes doesn’t it…WP we love you x
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I’m going to have to agree with Erika’s response above – “All of the ones that touch my heart”!!!! Brilliant answer. And I know so many on WP. My Favorite poet has been Robert Frost since high school but I now have a tie after having read the works of “J. Iron Word” (pen name??)
xoxoxo
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Frost will always be my favorite. I can’t replace that. But I will definitely check out Word. He has a FB following of 70K!! xoxoxo
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My favorite poets are those who touch my heart… all of them!
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I like that. Whichever one you’re reading at the moment! ❤
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Those on WordPress… lol! I don’t have time for reading something else right now.
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Oh, I know! I am trying to fit books in between everything else. UGH!!
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I know that time will come for me too again.
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Best answer – ever, Erika!!!
xoxoxo
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Awh, thank you! I don’t care about a name but what it leaves inside of me 😊
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My absolute favorites are Edgar Allan Poe and Emily Dickinson. I also really enjoy some novels in verse by more current authors.
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Which Poe is your favorite? And Emily is one of my favorites, too! 🙂
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Annabelle Lee will always be my favorite. I also like his offbeat stuff like The Bells. Alone and Dream Within a Dream are beautiful though melancholy as well.
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Right there with you, definitely my favorite. My father-in-law could recite “The Fall of the House of Usher” from memory, usually around a campfire. I miss him. 😦
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That is something 🙂
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He was an amazing man, a Faulkner Scholar, English professor..taken much too soon…
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Well, I’d have to say you’re right up there on my list!
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You are so sweet!!! Thank you, Jacquie!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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One of my favorites has always been Pablo Neruda❤️
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Oh, yes, I enjoy reading his work! Would you care to share a link to one of your favorite poems from him?
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This is one of my favorite parts of his poem “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
https://m.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xvii/
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Wow, that is so beautiful. I have goosebumps. Thanks for sharing!!
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You are welcome 🙂
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Quite like yeats
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Care to leave a link to one of your favorite pieces?
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An irish airman foresees his death
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
by William Butler Yeats
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That is my favorite poem by Yeats!! Awesome choice, Michael!
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Honestly… I adore Shel Silverstein – his stuff always makes me think twice! ❤
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Care to share a link to one of his poems? ❤
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Gee, he’s been in Spirit for decades, so I am not certain that there is any such link.. but people can do a Google search and find his books, of which there are several!
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I will do that! Thanks, Annette!
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The poets here in the community and unknown poets our there putting their heart thoughts into words.
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Indeed! We rock the world with words!! ❤
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Big time, my friend ❤️
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