The Perils of Norris Cartoon... continuing Norris's misadventures
as the Absinth Fairy has made all
his dreams come true.
He finds himself in Poetry Hell....
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The Perils of Norris Page 5 (page 2 of earlier adventures)
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Index of poets: Robin Ouzman Hislop Sara L. Russell Michael R. Burch Helga Ross |
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Up Stream Body thin, turned side on, Raised to tip toe on soft silt. Neck to arm drawn like an archer Cuts like an arrow through the flow. On, on, bit by bit until at last, No more, to become a reed at dawn. Kept by the river of day & night, Kept by the sea in a window. Proverb
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ROBIN
OUZMAN HISLOP: Born
UK. Childhood in Lyme Regis & Poole
Dorset. Lived Scotland & Scandinavia, The East & Spain. He now
lives in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, UK.
Appeared in
Dawn Millenium Anthology & Crystal Dawn Anthology published by
Kedco Studios. When he first joined the world wide net he abandoned his
previous poet performance career, mostly had in Spain and often as
bilingual joint translation recitals. His first anthology After the
Cave the Comet appeared two years ago & is available here, another
anthology is shortly planned. He started as resident poet with Poetry
Life & Times in January 2005 & took over its editorship
together with Spanish poetess Amparo Arrospide from Sara Russell in May 2006 .
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Children of Shadows 1 (For All the Lost Children) What sentinels watch over us, the lost, who fly as shadows What vengeful archangels take wing, keeping account of everything, While we are bound to life between two earthly planes? While only tragedy and emptiness remains? What empty rhetoric has drowned the cost in vapid shallows, Simplistic terms for everything, leaving the poison in the sting, While our remembered life still bears the bloody stains? For sometimes justice lies when love has severed veins. Where were the ones who always cared for us- when we were screaming? The ones who kissed away our pain, kept us amused through weeks of rain, Taught us about the Father, Son and Holy Ghost? Where did the grownups go when we needed them most? Where were the strong ones, who were there for us when we were dreaming; Who saved us when nightmares lashed the rein, banished the monsters once again, Who told us of guardian angels; all the Heavenly Host? And where is justice, when the world needs it the most? Away with your rhetoric, and legends born to save. No-one can help those crying out beyond the grave. Children of Shadows 2 (For The Parents) Be brave, my soul, be grounded at my centre, When all the world comes calling at my door; I stand if only courage is my mentor, In letting go of all I struggled for. Be sweet, my dreams, the waking day deserts me, My prayers fall down unanswered from the sky; Fond reverie returns to haunt and hurt me, My hindsight crawls, as fleeting chances fly. Be sanctuary, my home, though still and empty, Silence the angry thoughts searing my head; Let lie, unopened, letters friends have sent me, With rag dolls staring from her empty bed. She is a picture now, and two dimensions Allow no contact more than smiling eyes. All art and music are but dull pretensions While plastic sunlight lights her paper skies. © All poems by Sara Russell, 2006 |
SARA RUSSELL Poet, cartoonist and short story writer.
Founder of Poetry Life & Times.
Newsgroup signature was
originally 'Pinky Andrexa, Last Of The Cyber Vixen Poets From Outer
Space'. Won Internet Arts Award from Kedco Studios Artist Profile
Press. Runner-up in Capricorn International Love Poetry competition
1998. Her
website Poetry Life & Times recently won the Alpha Poets' Poetic
Eyes web award. Won Poet of the Week in the Poetry For Thought group
(The Globe groups) for the week April 28-May 4th, 2001, with the poem
"If You Were Mine". Inducted into The Poets' Hall of Fame, 2001, and
included in its anthology for that year.
5
illustrated e-books published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press
(most recent first): Worlds Inside The Head, Quickies, Spiders And
Gliders, A Way With Words (in collaboration with four other poets) and
Pinky's Little Book of Shadows.Also published in several Kedco e-book anthologies and
Forward Press bound book anthologies.
Full colour illustrated A5 poetry chapbook by Sara L.Russell |
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Indestructible, for Johnny Cash
What is a mountain, but stone?
I, too, have stood-
To please the poet, words must dance-
As curiously formal as the rose,
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MICHAEL R. BURCH is the editor of The HyperTexts where he has published the work of three Pulitzer Prize nominees and recent winners of the T. S. Eliot, Richard Wilbur and Howard Nemerov awards. He has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and his work has appeared over 450 times in literary journals and sundry publications in the USA, England, Scotland, Canada, Australia, South Africa and India, including The Chariton Review, Poetry Magazine, Verse, Poet Lore, Unlikely Stories, Light Quarterly, Writer’s Digest – The Year’s Best Writing 2003, The Best of the Eclectic Muse 1989-2003, The Lyric, ByLine, Icon and Nebo. |
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Summer Stew
A Henry James Southern Gentleman
A Spenserian Sonnet inspired by the novel: The Bostonians “ The creative mind plays with the objects it loves." ~ Carl Jung I’d love you if I could, the one I would imagine as you are, prefer the way you were, to whom I’d wish you'd be, or should. See what you mean to me, fantasy fey? I’ve adored you from afar, wherever you are. Would I know you if I saw you? We wish! — But, I’m sworn to you forever! Without you, incomplete! What do I do? Wonder and wander, wistful, to what end? A romantic malcontent, caught in thought of the mythic lost man my dreams transcend; heroic, of ethics and ardor wrought. You are he, but who are you, will I see? Don’t make me wait more lifetimes. Do not flee! © Helga Ross 2004, 2006 Waters Wake
Killer walls of water third worlds away
Canadian poet, HELGA ROSS loves the well-written word and loves to
write her own; derives great pleasure from great literature, art and
life, and the great outdoors. Everything old is new again in 2006 –
She’s moved back to her old home town, Burlington, Ontario, after half
a lifetime--for a new start. "You can't go home again" so they say --
She shall see.
Helga expresses herself through an eclectic writing repertoire of
material, style and form. 2004, however, was her literary turning
point: She 'discovered' poetry in a big way.
Now, poetry is her passion and focus, particularly Sonnet forms, though
not exclusively. For Helga, the theme is 'Passion' in the broadest
sense. She believes and illustrates in her writing: "The creative mind
plays with the objects it loves". - Carl Jung Her poetic voice is
playful, provocative, uplifting. Her serious pieces conclude on a
positive note; reflect her approach to life:
"Love. 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." — Ray
Bradbury On the key to success
Recent Accomplishments:
Prix Poesie's laissez-faire Faire Award, April 2004. Poetry selections
published in Sonnetto Poesia Vol.3 no.2 Spring 2004; Vol.4 no.4 Autumn
2005; Vol. 5 no.2 Spring 2006. |