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Some Things Are Born In Beauty, Over And Over
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A poem written by Glenn Bagshaw and read by Graeme Cammack
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Born Poets is a poetry forum with emphasis on respectful but thorough critique. Until now, we were limited to the written word but it was decided that it would be both helpful and entertaining if we could also hear each other's poems as well as reading them, so we have set up this page for our members who wish to have their poems heard as well as read. It's not impossible that some of the poems will be accompanied by music too, as many of aour mmembers are also musicians. If you like what you hear on this site and want to find out more, please feel free to visit our forum at http://bornpoets.proboards23.com/ If you're a poet yourself and would like to share your works with us and maybe have your poem featured on this page, please feel free to joins us, we always welcome new members. But please bear in mind, this is a critique based forum and whilst our critiques are always friendly, respectful and thoughtful, it's not the place for you if you don't want critique on your poems. But we're a friendly, if slightly mad, bunch and there's always room for one more!
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Podcasts Poetry
Author
Glenn Bagshaw
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Glenn Bagshaw
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December 11, 2006
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MP3 1.2 MB 128 kbps 1:15
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In lieu of God's purposive hands, nature rolls up for sleeves those electric storms. Rough forks of fire forge spark-showers into hammers and anvils the micro-macro-man- size orders; that old thunder lays loud terms. But, sure, what this world is, is not by words explained. Then here are our days. These times with rain and sunshine as prerequisites and our thought involved in dreams. All seems echoes- shadows of trees at dusk of day- as if they're somehow in all our minds at all times. Mere forever goes down drains before this realm, before these fade away. For don't you remember (all Johns and Janes) how once, long ago, when you were very young, heaven was literally contained within your hands that gave bread to birds in woods by Welkin Way? © 2006 Glenn Bagshaw
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