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Phoebe Pratten

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Phoebe Pratten was born in Canberra Australia in 1975. At the age of three, she was diagnosed with Peripheral Neuropathy. By 14 she was not able to walk anymore, as the disease affected the muscles. At the same time she couldn\'t make use of her hands or her arms, so she needed to find different ways of holding the pen. Her interests include art, alternative health and writing poetry. The first collection of poetry \"Layers of Silence\" was published in 1999.

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Laura Cherecheș

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I was told I was born, without my consent, on the 3rd of August 1976. I got all the necessary childhood diseases and diplomas in order to further attend and graduate The Faculty of Letters, History and Theology (University of the West Timisoara) and become a teacher. I haven't published anything. Poetry is a way of exercising both the brain and the heart, just my way of keeping fit :) I love spring, chocolate, dogs, stones, children, nature, kind hearts, Dire Straits, Chris Rea and many other things. One thing I believe in: impossible is nothing. anastasia365@yahoo.com http://anastasia333.blogspot.com/

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dan marius

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"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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Irving Layton

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Born Israel Pincu Lazarovitch in Târgu Neamț to Jewish parents, he emigrated with his family to Montreal, Quebec, Canada in 1913. Layton graduated from Macdonald College in 1939 and received his M.A. in economics and political science from McGill University in 1946. He was an influential teacher (he taught modern English and American poetry at Sir George Williams University and at York University in Toronto) and many of his students became poets, writers, and artists. Throughout the 1950s on to the 1980s, Layton travelled widely abroad and became especially popular in South Korea and Italy, and in 1981 these two nations nominated him for the Nobel Prize for Literature. (The prize that year was instead awarded to novelist Gabriel García Márquez.) Among his many awards during his career was the Governor-General's Award for A Red Carpet for the Sun in 1959. In 1976 he was made an Officer of the Order of Canada. In 1995, Layton was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. He died at the...

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disease

de marin badea

te lepezi de ură, năpârlești, nu mai încapi în ea, uite, sufletul tău se dilată, e un mort proaspăt, zemos, imponderabil, întunericul e un tunel care crește în fiecare atât de încet, cu el ai putea...

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Vision

de Aldous Leonard Huxley

I had been sitting alone with books, Till doubt was a black disease, When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks In the bare, prophetic trees. Bare trees, prophetic of new birth, You lift your branches...

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survivor

de Roger McGough

Everyday, I think about dying. About disease, starvation, violence, terrorism, war, the end of the world. It helps keep my mind off things.

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Poeme marca Davidoff

de Carmen Sorescu

1 Warning: Poetry is a main cause of word cancer, word diseases and of heart and lips diseases. de aceea se citește cu grijă se întoarce pe toate fețele se umblă prin subsoluri se deratizează de idei...

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Covid-40

de Dan Norea

Dicționar de termeni, actualizat în anul 2041 Coronavirus este o clasă de virusuri, protejate de o anvelopă lipidică și de un înveliș proteic sub formă de țepi care, la microscop, au aspectul unei...

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The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man

de Ohm

Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...

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Liberty

de Ela Victoria Luca

mi-a spus oarecum apoteotic sunt dependent până la ultima răsuflare de nori și numai când plouă beau brandy fumez camel la volanul unei alfa romeo singur viața asta de trei parale îmi urlă a...

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poem degeaba

de Leonard Ancuta

uneori iubești cu atîta putere că nu mai simți durerea. iubești și ești în stare să-i explici dragostea lui Mircea Cărtărescu și lui Pușkin poți să vorbești despre dragoste unui copac pînă înflorește...

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poveste din subterana mea

de Leonard Ancuta

uneori iubeşti cu atîta putere că nu mai simţi durerea. iubeşti şi eşti în stare să-i explici dragostea lui Mircea Cărtărescu şi lui Puşkin poţi să vorbeşti despre dragoste unui copac pînă înfloreşte...

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Incertitude

de Alexandra Popa Scurtu

Am I gonna suffer, am I going not to? Am I gonna fight, am I gonna fail? Am I gonna be a puppet legless? O God, please not. Am I writing the last lines of my life? Cause handicapped, I’m rather...

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Insomniac

de Sylvia Plath

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under the...

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Another On The Same

de John Milton

Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot, Made of sphear-metal, never to...

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To Silvia

de Giacomo Leopardi

Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and you, light and thoughtful, went beyond girlhood’s limits? The quiet rooms and...

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Decoding your destiny

de Carmen Harra

We are all curious about our future, but what we don\'t realize is that we are born with the ability to see into our future. A particular numerological chart is unique to each person and reveals a...

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Hamlet

de William Shakespeare

HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 7) ACT IV SCENE II Another room in the castle. [Enter HAMLET] HAMLET Safely stowed. ROSENCRANTZ: | | [Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! GUILDENSTERN: | HAMLET What noise?...

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Taming of the Shrew

de William Shakespeare

Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;...

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