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Pete Brown

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(b 25 Dec. \'40, London) Poet, lyricist, singer, producer, percussionist. Active on London jazz-poetry scene early \'60s, then worked with Cream, writing lyrics for hits \'Sunshine Of Your Love\', \'White Room\', \'I Feel Free\', \'Politician\' etc which he said would pay the rent for the rest of his life. After Cream split \'68 he continued to work with Jack Bruce (see his entry), also his own Jazz Poetry \'66, A Meal You Can Shake Hands With In The Dark \'69 (as Pete Brown and His Battered Ornaments, Chris Spedding on guitar), Things May Come And Things May Go, But The Art School Dance Goes On Forever \'72, and Thousands On A Raft \'70 (as Pete Brown and Piblokto, with Jim Mullen). He worked with other groups; an album of demos by Back To The Front was later issued. He co-led Bond and Brown with Graham Bond \'72 (see Bond\'s entry); was part-time A&R and producer for Deram \'73--5; well-received poetry album The Not Forgotten Association \'73 had backing incl. Viv Stanshall on tuba....

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Carmen Harra

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Carmen Harra in her own words: Even as a little girl growing up in Romania, I knew I was different. After a near-death experience at age five, I was able to see things others couldn\'t. Everyone who has had a near-death experience describes the sensation of \"going toward the light.” In this parallel world, extraordinary light energy surrounds you and you see an inexpressibly beautiful light. There is no negativity and no anger or sadness, only love. It is a perfect, glowing world, filled with dazzling insights and pure truth, the way our Creator meant it to be. I\'ve never forgotten the lessons this experience taught me. Why, I wondered, wasn\'t life on Earth like this? This parallel world, which I call the Invisible World, is just as real as the physical world here on Earth. It is even more real because the people there are souls unencumbered by ego, emotions, and attachment to material things. Without these negative distractions, souls exist harmoniously in love, joy, and peace. On...

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Gheorghe StanilaGS

Gheorghe Stanila

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M-am născut în 1971, în mult iubitul oraș,Caransebeș din sud-vestul României. Eu, aici, acum și la vârsta asta, stiu cam târziu dar, "mai bine mai târziu, decât niciodată" ! Lăsați-mă vă rog să-mi împărtășesc visele cu voi ! Riddle…!!! Then, there, surreal dreams Yesterday, choices, regrets, rewards Now, here, reality, alive Tomorrow, opportunities, unknown, surprises Combine all of those, and, you get what else? ...than LIFE itself… So, lets: -dream, choose, live, cry, love, laugh, celebrate…LIVE YOUR LIFE! Don’t waste it!

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Bogdan Nicolae GrozaBG

Bogdan Nicolae Groza

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doar semne de întrebare îmi pun când trebuie să răspund cine sunt. în rest, un om ce căuta cîndva o lumină si a găsit foc în răceala celorlalți. m-am "justițiabilizat" din când în când, dar asta pentru că am avut cândva posibilitatea de a ma juca de-a juristul. Vârsta variabilă. Când imatură, când prea înaintată. Azi am cam trecut de 40 ani; mâine poate voi împlini 25; iar poimâine voi fi un bătrânel simpatic de vreo 9 ani, că de, voi da și eu în mintea copiilor odată și odată, dacă n-am făcut-o cumva. Am mai parcurs și alte etape ale vietii, cu fiecare încăpățânare de a mă revedea în oglindă, însă nu vă spun nimic altceva despre ele din cauza ridurilor din suflet. Am ca referinte "Pasărea din tâmple", "Evadările unui poet domestic" și puteti liniștiți să mă strigați cu apelativul "Bă, Bogdanule!" Și o cărticică mai nouă ”Poetul se duce. Poemul seduce...” Am cochetat și cu proza "Life. Love. You!" mai mult din curiozitatea de a vedea dacă am atracție față de ea, și ea față de mine....

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Mâncu GabrielaMG

Mâncu Gabriela

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Motto-ul meu? If you wanna live life on your own terms, U gotta be willing to crash and burn a...si... inca ceva: trăiesc zi de zi cu îngrijorarea și speranța deopotrivă că nu mă voi maturiza niciodată... gabimancu@yahoo.com http://gabitsa.wordpress.com/

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Bianca Solonariu

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Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for. Absolventa a Seminarului Teologic Cuv. Paraschateva, -Agapia-Neamt, promotia 2003; Absolventa a Universitatii Al.I. Cuza -Iasi, Facultatea de Economie si Administrarea Afacerilor, promotia 2007;

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John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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Bobby BigBB

Bobby Big

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My name is Bobby, I`m a man of 53 years old, heterosexual, Caucasian (white), Christian, I`m born in Romania - Brasov. at 10 March 1958, my zodiac sign is pisces, I live in ....my city... & I`m here only for you... my sweety... :) Bobby Big58.

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Veronica VăleanuVV

Veronica Văleanu

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All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.

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Hancu George

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Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...

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Life. Love. You!

de Bogdan Nicolae Groza

Megan nu avu somn. Se tot gândea dacă a făcut bine ce a făcut. Cu toată nebunia asta... Cu vinderea companiei Megan Cosm, cu cumpărarea unui site literar modest in care nu postau mai mult de 35 de...

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If you don\'t love (daca nu iubesti_

de ciocas alex

If you don’t love, you won’t find out What is this life really all about Still, still… I’ll try to explain: Without love you live in vain, You’re a seeker in the dark, No one knows what’s in your...

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Love In A Life

de Robert Browning

I. Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her--- Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the...

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MY LIFE

de A. Robert Mario

tonight my life seems like the smoke my love is nothing but a joke the moon is rising in the sky two stars are carved across my eyes but which is hers and which is mine? a thousand wings surrounds my...

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Loted love-cantec,de fapt!

de Alina13

LOSTED LOVE It\'s a magic life, It\'s a burnin night And you are right! All is so magic But is so tragic... Why?In my mind is isolatinon since you go away... Teel me where is the fantastic,yeah?...

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Can’t stop to think about you

de Florin DeRoxas

You’re my real love, You’re my love true, You are away But can’t stop to think about you. You came into my life When I was real low And picked me up. You loved me so!... The days are passing, I get...

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life teachings

de Cristina

1.Give others more than they expect you to give and do this with joy. 2.Learn by heart your favorite poem. 3.Don’t believe all you here, don’t spent all you have and don’t sleep as much as you want....

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In my secret life

de Radu Tudor Ciornei

I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can\'t seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much. There\'s no one in sight. And we\'re still making love In My Secret Life. I smile...

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Blood red love

de Ileana Ioan

I wish that I could eat your heart But only for to be inside it; To nourish you from my own blood; To keep your life from dying… I wish I could become a part Of your desire and your soul; To be a...

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I was looking for love...

de blue

( after Costache Ioanid) I was looking for love, like for a lost town, Like for a singing heaven in a world of pain, I rushed into life and all that liked my eye, And I only suffered; but heaven was...

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