Poetry Corner

Poetry Corner – Volume 10

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For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace felt by an infinite number of scribes. It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic pens. Each month i...

Poetry Corner – Volume 14

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Poetry Corner February 2012 Silent Lotus' Selected Poets' Malcolm Davidson and his guest Irene Sherlock           Flying If I could move on tapered wing By feathered flight my mind would soar To see this world through minted eye. The social walls that kept...

Poetry Corner – Volume 5

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For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace felt by an infinite number of scribes. It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic pens. Each month i...

Poetry Corner – Volume 9

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For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace felt by an infinite number of scribes. It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic pens. Each month i...

Poetry Corner – Volume 1

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For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace felt by an infinite number of scribes. It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic pens. Each month i...

Faith is like a Shimmering Veil – by Jane Beal

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Faith is like a shimmering veil. You can’t see through it. It’s like a cold shower. It wakes you up early and makes you shout, “O God!” Faith is like running on the sand...

Poetry Corner – Volume 17

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Poetry Corner May 2012 Silent Lotus' Selected Poets' Bill Carpenter and his guest Kathleen O'Kula           Peace   My fist opens in a blossom of fingers palm exposed its five petals no longer a hammer or a club but a cup or a bowl or if joined with another a link in...

Poetry Corner – Volume 2

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For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace felt by an infinite number of scribes. It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic pens. Each month i...

Poetry Corner – Volume 13

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Poetry Corner December 2011 silent lotus' Selected Poets' Jon Wolston and his guest Kelley White   PASSION OF THE FIRST ASCENT What have I got against wisterias, hacking away at them as they round the corner, find the downspout, and ascend skyward, leaving brown curlicues to...

Poetry Corner – Volume 3

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For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace felt by an infinite number of scribes. It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic pens. Each month i...