Bedraggled old blackbird stalking my lawn Jerking & shirking, putting on airs Sneakily skulking about his affairs Flight feathers akimbo he stands so forlorn. Sidling, idling, never giving a yawn That head cocking slyly giving me stares & covered in a motley he constantly wears Of feathers & fuzziness repeatedly torn. He's out with the 'Dawn chorus' He's back with the 'evening song' Grabbing ...
I just finished watching Goodbye Solo, and I must say, as many critics seem to have said, that Ramin Bahrani is the great new American director. He has only made three films, and yet each one has shown a mastery of character, emotion, story and technique unlike any other filmmaker in recent years. Even Scorsese had to learn and develop his merits. His film Chop Shop has got to be one of the best films of the decade, and Goodbye Solo, I am willing to say, is probably one of the best ...
Here was my entrty for the Autumn Poetry Contest Autumn Fire Crisp crackling rose-gold flames touched in crimson red at my finger tips smelling of sweet earth and decay. They alone burn only brighter in the withering years of life catching in descendent rays of sunlight to shimmer upon the touch of Northern Winds. Beneath each step their voices ...
Here are some photos from my Haloween extravaganza The Babbling Brook in was not so called without reason, it indeed had an acutal brook. This is one of the other rooms there, I thought it had a sort of eerie looks about it ...
Updated 11-01-2009 at 03:48 PM by Dark Muse
This was my poem in the Autumn poetry contest. It didn't get a lot of votes so I'm wondering what you thought. I've got some mixed feelings myself. That openning stanza may be a little weak, perhaps not engaging enough. But my real qualms are with the listing of the gravestones names and dates. I tried to replicate the feeling of walking through a cemetery, where you're captured by name after name and feel the pathos of their lives. Not sure it transfered in the poem. I suspect that one just ...
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