#PoetryWeek – poet Helle Gade

Thank you for including me in this awesome event, Rob! I’m honored to grace your blog 🙂

A Life Among The Pages

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Devil’s Dance

I dance through a thousand deaths
Little neurons extinguished
As I play amongst the stars
To the song of the nightingales

Come dance with me
Through the devil’s footsteps
On the black shores
Below the raging storm

I’ll seduce you
With the music of my soul
And carnal pleasures
Towards the final death

I am the night
My name is whispered with fear
In the dark shadows
“Woman”

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Devils Dance

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About the Author:

My name is Helle. I’m a writer and hobby photographer from Denmark. I spend most of my time reading, writing and taking loads of pictures, in between I worship chocolate.

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#PoetryWeek – poet Ben Ditmars

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A Life Among The Pages

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Why I Love Poetry

Poetry is supremely beautiful.  It’s courageous and powerful and moving, speaking a forbidden language.  The metered breath and sighs of stanzas jet across the page like brushstrokes in a painting.  The songs, the odes, the ballads, and quatrains tell stories where a sentence fails.  There’s rhythm and there’s life.  I could dive into a metaphor and drown; the smile of a simile personified in my last breath.  Poetry: the sonnets, the haiku, the villanelles, and elegies, are more than words; they are songs and heartbeats; an echo of the past and windows to forgotten corners of the present.  I must confess, I am in love with poetry.

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If you’d like to check out Ben’s work, here’s a great collection to start with called…

Haiku in the Night

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Explore free-verse haiku like never before as Haiku in the Night takes you on an unforgettable emotional journey.

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#PoetryWeek – poet Melissa Darby

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Stripped

I do this every time
I never learn
It’s the attention that I yearn
I need
I can’t help it
I want to be wanted
anything else..
Is short of nothing
I become their tease
They walk through me with such ease
But I lay there
Bare more then I was before
I may be worth more..
But this is all I have

All their words
You’re so gorgeous
It will be our secret
She doesn’t need to know
You’re fun
I feel as though I should run
Always the one they want
But never seem to keep
They touch me
Without a conscious
My eyes see everything
But my heart does nothing
I lower myself even more
I’ll be the one alone

I do this every time
I know its wrong
But I don’t know where to go
Being alone
I silently scream
This attention, all they want…

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#PoetryWeek – poet Heather Grace Stewart

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My Path to Print On Demand Poetry

By Heather Grace Stewart

I’m a poet. Okay, I trained as a journalist and have worked as an associate editor for four national magazines. I’ve heard all the jokes and stereotypes about poets, so I didn’t have the courage to call myself one until I was 33. I was a new mother who had seen enough late nights, early mornings and yellow baby poop that it didn’t matter anymore if everyone laughed at me when I told them how I was going to try to make a living.

I don’t make a living writing and publishing poetry books, but it makes me a life. It’s a large part of what brings me joy every day. As a work at home mother, I make some pretty good ‘college fund money’ (for my daughter) and ‘shoe money’ (for me) reading poetry and speaking about being…

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