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Check drtythrty_'s Instagram Not sure if poetry or honesty or both? #DrtyThrty 1521565474297818402_2289751333

Not sure if poetry or honesty or both? #drtythrty

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Check baisan88's Instagram genius loci (Юрко Іздрик, кніга 'Папіроси') пераязджаюць з мейсца ў мейсца
перасякаюць дзяржаваў кардоны
песні спяваюць і бавяцца вершамі
граюць на бубнах і акардэонах

ставяць на суткі пстрычкі-выставы
зачытваюць лекцыі ходзяць на акцыі
чужыя практычна ў кожнай дзяржаве
ахвяры бясконцакліматызацыі

ночаць яны ў прыдарожных гатэлях 
губяць ключы дакументы крэдыткі
модныя барды і менестрэлі -
агенты ўсіх фарысеяў і мытнікаў

самотныя дзеці прагнуць любові
бяруць ад жыцця ўсё што можна
а можна няшмат бо не гатовы - 
страх пажырае зсярэдзіны кожнага

страх перастаць быць раптам заўважаным
страх перастаць быць такім пазнавальным
усе шляхі іхнія - сцежкі адчаю
тут ні пры чым ні бабкі ні слава

чуткія сны на чужых прасцірадлах 
іхняя карма іхняя місія
модныя барды
труверы-падлы
выблядкі часу
геніі мейсца

#іздрик #плотка #baisan #вершы #паэзiя #сучбелліт #сучукрліт #вірши #украіна #беларусь #mienskgram #poets #poetry #instabelarus #instaminsk #minsktut #літаратура #арт 1521574179500445472_779415993

genius loci (Юрко Іздрик, кніга 'Папіроси') пераязджаюць з мейсца ў мейсца перасякаюць дзяржаваў кардоны песні спяваюць і бавяцца вершамі граюць на бубнах і акардэонах ставяць на суткі пстрычкі-выставы зачытваюць лекцыі ходзяць на акцыі чужыя практычна ў кожнай дзяржаве ахвяры бясконцакліматызацыі ночаць яны ў прыдарожных гатэлях губяць ключы дакументы крэдыткі модныя барды і менестрэлі - агенты ўсіх фарысеяў і мытнікаў самотныя дзеці прагнуць любові бяруць ад жыцця ўсё што можна а можна няшмат бо не гатовы - страх пажырае зсярэдзіны кожнага страх перастаць быць раптам заўважаным страх перастаць быць такім пазнавальным усе шляхі іхнія - сцежкі адчаю тут ні пры чым ні бабкі ні слава чуткія сны на чужых прасцірадлах іхняя карма іхняя місія модныя барды труверы-падлы выблядкі часу геніі мейсца #іздрик #плотка #baisan #вершы #паэзiя #сучбелліт #сучукрліт #вірши #украіна #беларусь #mienskgram #poets #poetry #instabelarus #instaminsk #minsktut #літаратура #арт

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Check amycatjo's Instagram #poem #love #poet #writer #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #art #words #poems#quotes #poetrycommunity #wordporn #quote #poetsofig #life #writersofig #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #spokenword #prose #instapoet #inspiration #artist #writerscommunity #instagood#creativewriting #poets #instalike #poemoftheday 1521574161423329753_21229189

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Check theprakritifoundation's Instagram Today's #worthywords - Snippets from ‘Season’s Greetings Relatives’ by Pooja Rathnakumar, who won the 3rd prize in Prakriti's Poetry Contest in 2013 #poem #poet #writer #writing #art #words #poems #quotes #poetrycommunity #wordporn #quote #life #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #spokenword  #inspiration #artist #writerscommunity #creativewriting #poets #writers #greetings #seasongreetings 1521571905919583951_5351943315

Today's #worthywords- Snippets from ‘Season’s Greetings Relatives’ by Pooja Rathnakumar, who won the 3rd prize in Prakriti's Poetry Contest in 2013 #poem #poet #writer #writing #art #words #poems #quotes #poetrycommunity #wordporn #quote #life #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #spokenword #inspiration #artist #writerscommunity #creativewriting #poets #writers #greetings #seasongreetings

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Check renegaderocks's Instagram Escapist yet real, Poetry Collection "Waqt Theharta Hai..." available now on Amazon: Link in Bio.
 #authorsofinstagram #urdupoetry#instadaily #life #soulful #kindleunlimitedbooks  #ebook #poetrycommunity #gulzarfans #gulzar #ghalib #indian #indie #indianculture #philosophy #bollywood #shayar #shayari #zindagi #writers #poetsofinstagram #poets #writersofinstagram #hindi #urdu  #selfpublish #songsong #india
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Escapist yet real, Poetry Collection "Waqt Theharta Hai..." available now on Amazon: Link in Bio. #authorsofinstagram  #urdupoetry#instadaily  #life  #soulful  #kindleunlimitedbooks  #ebook #poetrycommunity  #gulzarfans  #gulzar #ghalib  #indian  #indie  #indianculture  #philosophy  #bollywood #shayar  #shayari  #zindagi  #writers #poetsofinstagram  #poets  #writersofinstagram #hindi #urdu #selfpublish #songsong #india #instapoet #instapoetry

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Check thepoetofhiddenfields's Instagram "Attention For Spirit"
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“A change came o’er the spirit of my dream.”
~Lord Byron (1788-1824), The Dream, st. 5
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“Die Gaben Kommen von oben herab, in ihren eignen Gestalten.”
[‘Gift come from above in their own peculiar forms.’]
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832), Hermann und Dorothea (canto V, l. 69), 1797
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John Serrie, Morning Song (Spirit Keepers) (1998),
& George Enescu, symphony No. 2 in A Major Op. 17 (1912-14)
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I was awoken from a night’s dream, thought
I had heard talk, but saw no one, only---an
Empty room filled with sounds of outside
Rage, tempestuous Zephyrus that desire
To inrush my residence; I sat up in my bed,
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And once again I thought I had heard some
Voices, but in fact it was those winds; I
Admit that those sounds appeared voices 
Therein, were impersonal winds that uttered
A sweet sublime, and then I knew mother
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Nature had her ways, even, to speak aloud.
Well, I continued to listen to her every word
As she spoke a language known, and yet it
Appeared unknown. O whispers projected
Her fathomless ways into my mind until
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She got fully my attention, then I sensed
Other beings from above; once more, they
Tapped at my window, and even desired
Entrance, perhaps, to step from their place,
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And give me something unique; truly, gifts
Touched by higher forces, gifts wrapped
By Spirit, and gifts reasoned a chance in
Love: for, this seen realm of flesh and blood.
O tomorrow when I am fully awaken I
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Will thank these beings and mother for
This experience beyond the winds, and even
The shared moment of talks and thoughts
With those voices of intelligent that was
Unseen but now realized as gifts of Spirit.
---/the Poet/1.21
#poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #typewriter #prose #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #igpoets 1521564667984675642_4351220585

"Attention For Spirit" | “A change came o’er the spirit of my dream.” ~Lord Byron (1788-1824), The Dream, st. 5 | “Die Gaben Kommen von oben herab, in ihren eignen Gestalten.” [‘Gift come from above in their own peculiar forms.’] ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832), Hermann und Dorothea (canto V, l. 69), 1797 | John Serrie, Morning Song (Spirit Keepers) (1998), & George Enescu, symphony No. 2 in A Major Op. 17 (1912-14) | I was awoken from a night’s dream, thought I had heard talk, but saw no one, only---an Empty room filled with sounds of outside Rage, tempestuous Zephyrus that desire To inrush my residence; I sat up in my bed, | And once again I thought I had heard some Voices, but in fact it was those winds; I Admit that those sounds appeared voices Therein, were impersonal winds that uttered A sweet sublime, and then I knew mother | Nature had her ways, even, to speak aloud. Well, I continued to listen to her every word As she spoke a language known, and yet it Appeared unknown. O whispers projected Her fathomless ways into my mind until | She got fully my attention, then I sensed Other beings from above; once more, they Tapped at my window, and even desired Entrance, perhaps, to step from their place, | And give me something unique; truly, gifts Touched by higher forces, gifts wrapped By Spirit, and gifts reasoned a chance in Love: for, this seen realm of flesh and blood. O tomorrow when I am fully awaken I | Will thank these beings and mother for This experience beyond the winds, and even The shared moment of talks and thoughts With those voices of intelligent that was Unseen but now realized as gifts of Spirit. ---/the Poet/1.21 #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #typewriter #prose #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #igpoets

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