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Fred Moramarco

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Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``

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Gilca VictoriaGV

Gilca Victoria

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Militaru Raluca Iuliana

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Buna!Ai mei mi-au pus doua nume, si anume: Raluca si Iuliana.Dragii de ei...Oare la ce s-au gandit cand le-au ales?De ani de zile incerc sa ma obisnuiesc cu ele si imi spun mereu:”Eiii...lasa ca merge!”Am dreptate nu?Va mai spun ceva:de cate ori o intreb pe Raluca ce parere are despre Iuliana, aceasta spune ca nu o intelege,iar parerea Iulianei despre Raluca este ca nici ea nu o intelege.Deci sunt convinsa ca nu ati inteles mare lucru. Sunt o adolescenta de 17 ani. Hobby-uri mele sunt: poezia, cugetarile despre viata, memoriile din jurnal, limba si literatuta romana, limba latina si frumoasele-i texte, muzica, dansul, pictura(in special picturile de pe peretii camerei mele), rochitele(:X) si nu in ultimul rand arta culinara( in special dulciuri: tarte, prajituri, torturi, fursecuri, biscuiti,etc.-pasiune mostenita de la mana) Sunt nascuta in orasul Tulcea, judetul Tulcea, Romania. Am inceput sa scriu din primul an de liceu, iar acum literatura a devenit pentru mine un mod de a trai...

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Tudor Damian

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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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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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patrasco stefan

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my birthday 19 mai 1988! ascult punk, si sunt din Telenesti, Republica Moldova! Id yahoo mesenger: ochi_de_gheta

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danaaa

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My past is of no importance to you...

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Mihaela Paraschiv

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Hide my true shape, like Dorian Gray.

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Comptine Rose

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all my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness//

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Michael Jackson

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listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...

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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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Look for the Truth

de Alexandru Red

In the house of my soul In the rooms of ugliness and cold Memories locked away All the doubts and fears I never faced . Now they come again I am falling down to meet with them Fears within us all...

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The Truth

de Coana Loenida

I have not heard from you and I wait and today I wake early. The sun peaking through the blinds lights on my telephone and says, \"you have not called.\" The telephone sits and I know that it knows...

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my little runaway

de Gabriel Nicolae Mihăilă

cu brațele încărcate de dor lovesc acest zid în care s-au împietrit toate lucrurile nespuse care au ținut afară sălbăticia și toate măruntaiele care fac viața apatică oameni pe care i-am crezut...

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I Lost My Nights

de bayar

I lost my nights with trembling thoughts Around the spirit of growing hope I lost my nights with senseless love All for nothing: nothing from all… I urged myself to bluer skies Like in a fantasy...

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The Seafarer

de Ezra Pound

May I for my own self song\'s truth reckon, Journey\'s jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a care\'s hold, And dire sea-surge,...

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Dreaming reality

de Marlena Culi

My mind plays tricks on you Simplicity in words Free the mind where butterflies The sweet smell of ignorance lies. Words of wisdom Bring no meaning The truth of whom, Who ever grieves by crying?...

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Sonnet XVII

de William Shakespeare

Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill\'d with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I...

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The Passionate Pilgrim

de William Shakespeare

I. WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor\'d youth, Unskilful in the world\'s false forgeries. Thus vainly...

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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,...

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