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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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FRFlorin Rusu
Mai tarziu .....
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Ramon Aurel Foteanu
Liceul Dimitrie Cantemir din Bucuresti nici o lucrare literara publicata pasionat de stiinta si tehnica, pe langa literatura si arte.
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NHNedelcu Horia
inalt ca bradu' -- far' de continuare, balai, tumefiat de muza, golit de sensuri si de vomul cuvintelor aruncate in obraji de zana, albastrit in ochi de-atata cer cernit printre pelicula clipei, romantic pana'ntre labele picioarelor deznisipite de valuri molcom trecatoare, cu mintea aburita de drogul fonemului, cu inima mai la una, mai la alta ... dintre flori, caut linistea ce n-o voi apuca niciodat', sufletul fiindu-mi rob conflictului si creatiei de adanc intru inalt iaca c-am spus-o!
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Olly Komenda Soentgerath
Olly Komenda Soentgerath was born as German in Prague. She studied Germanistik and History at the Karl University. First poems appeared in the \"Prager day sheet\". In the Federal Republic of Germany she published so far ten poem volumes and a Prosaband. Seifert translated her poems into Czech and published them in three volumes in Prague two years before she received the 1984 Nobelprize. The poems of Olly Komenda Soentgerath were published in numerous anthologies, newspapers and magazines. They were toned and translated into several languages - the authoress is member of the PEN- club.She won several literary awards kept among others being the Culture Prize for Bibliography 1992 endowed by the Free State of Bavaria; the Honour Gift of Andreas Gryphius; and in 1996 the Kuenstlergilde endowed by the Federal Ministry of the Inside.
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SSilv
-Despre mine sätul de "Criticä profesionistä", de la tovaräsi de "breaslä", car, "fär de gresealä gramaticala", "filtreazä" arta aci in net, dupä propria matritä, cä darä la urma urmei a cui o fi Siteul Agonia? Asa cä eu mä duc un pic, sätul si amärät si i-mi iau si versurile cu mine. Un motiv de se va cäutä intrebati-o pe dna. invätätoare Marina Nicolaev,dnä. demnä de mentalitate strict comunistä färä deschideri laterale, sustinätoarea metodei "Dacä nu bati copilu nu faci om din el"! Da unu am sä las ca umbrä a problemelor mele. Min(i)a Domnului poezie [ ] Moartea viersului - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - de Silv [Fabian ] 2005-09-28 | | Se pare mai existä, un derivat de Zeu, Sau poate-i chiar acela, cel mare Dumnezeu. Vestit a tot puternic, ieri i-am simtit minia, Sint sigur, protejazä, din umbrä Agonia! Scrisesem doar in grabä, un vers usor German, Si fär´de memorare-l public, gest uman. Dupä un timp, ferice, vreau sä mi-l recitesc, Sä-mi savurez creatia si sä mä...
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DCDan Constantin
Născut în Hunedoara. " Daca as fi fost singur nesupravegheat de mult as fi fost un firicel de praf ratacind haotic, fara de tel, far' de credinta, prin universul finit nedescifrat inca" De cind am descoperit acest site am intinerit, am redevenit din nou copil. Au trecut mai bine de 20 de ani de cind nu am mai scris o poezie. Nu eram nici pe atunci un membru activ al cenaclurilor literare, de aici mi se trage lipsa de experienta, gafele gramaticale, de punctuatie, de forma sau continut, de tehnoredactare sau exprimare, motiv pentru care doresc sa va multumesc pentru atentia cu care cititi fiecare poezie atentionandu-ma. Doamne! de unde aveti atita putere si rabdare sa cititi atitea poezii? Spuneti-mi si mie cum ati reusit sa condensati timpul!! Umil va cer acum iertare ca v-am rapit din timp. Cu stima si respect Dan Constantin
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CICALANCEA_ANDREI IRINEL
Strivit de pasiuni inselatoare,.... Constrans de dogmele prezente in traditii,... Far-de credinta n timpuri viitoare,.... Mereu este marcat:de repetitii......... Culori nascute din obsesii reci,.... Si trecatoare amagiri prezente,... Sunt zugravite in impresii seci.... Intr un tablou cu tonuri reticente....... Un critic slut la chip,cu logoree mare.... Prezinta n mod de opera fantasma, Si are rugaminti:ca data viitoare Sa fiti mai ganditori si..sa i simtiti mireasma........ Artistul si a dorit -o abordare fina.... De tonuri ample si pete de lumina,... A vrut sa regasiti in mica lui lucrare.... Nu intrebari....... -ci provocare....... phrime 2 ale lui decembrie, ale lui 2006
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GBGeo Bogza
Geo Bogza s-a născut la 6 februarie 1908, la Blejoi lângă Ploiești, ca fiu al lui Alexandru Bozga și frate mai mare al lui Nicolae Bogza, numele adevărat al scriitorului Radu Tudoran. Geo Bogza a fost poet, reporter, creator al reportajului literar românesc, teoretician al avangardei, autor al câtorva din textele ei definitorii (Urmuz, Exasperarea creatoare, Reabilitarea visului), poet de mare întindere, de la "ciorchinul de negi" al Jurnalului de sex la recea și solemna puritate a lui Orion, ziarist de curajoasă și consecventă atitudine democratică, patriotică, umanistă (Anii împotrivirii (1953), Pagini contemporane, Paznic de far), reporter al unor lumi, țări, priveliști, meridiane devenite componente ale unui univers particular, specific scriitorului, prozator al opulenței tâmpe (Înmormântări) și al plictisului exasperant provincial (O sută șaptezeci și cinci de minute la Mizil), al destinului individual tragic, sub semnul dorinței de înavuțire (Cum a înnebunit regele petrolului),...
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Tudor Damian
My name is Tudor Damian, but friends call me Tudy. I was born April 12, 1984, in Bistrita, Romania. I have been living in Cluj-Napoca since 2003. A few things about me: I work in System Administration for a hosting company in the US, and I’m interested in technology, web standards and systems and network security. I also like anything that has to do with astronomy & astrology, photography, chess, logic puzzles, new-age music and oriental philosophy. As far as my literary preferences go, I like "classic" Sci-Fi (Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams) and English poetry (William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe). Over the years, I won a few prizes at local and national poetry and prose contests, and had my texts published in a few magazines. You can find more info about me, and some of the texts I've written on my personal web page (www.tudy.ro).
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The October Night
de bayar
The October night evaded from my past Searching for something too big to grasp It made me wonder what was the point of it all Why go to sleep if you do not want to fall? The October night, so cold,...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
The Mountain
de Robert Frost
The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like...
At the mother's cross A face of an angel of childhood
de Laurențiu Nelu Rădoi
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Under the acacias bathed in dead winter's frost, Driven in the wheel of life by a windy March, The moon rises warm, but it's so far away The too...
THE GRIFFIN
de Alina Mihai
I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...
letter-thaughts
de petrut marinescu
I was thinking about you last night.About what we\'re talking,about whatwe\'re dreaming,about how our lives are.Some of my thaughts are the same as yours and that makes me feel close to you.Some of...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 21 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary 3 October. Let me put down with exactness all that happened, as well as I can remember it, since last I made an entry. Not a detail that I can recall must be...
portret cu Giocondă
de bianca marcovici
o pasăre dezarticulată prea puține lucruri seamănă cu realitatea (ne)virtuală, nici măcar muzica sufletului! tonul joacă rolul principal, sterilitatea imaginilor care cumulează în van vârsta...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII
de John Milton
Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...