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November 13, 2011 · 9:02 pm. Poetry New Zealand (international journal of poetry and poetics). Published twice a year and edited since 1993 by Alistair Paterson. Is new Zealand’s oldest and most distinguished poetry magazine. Excerpts from the current issues and archive of older issues going back to Issue 22 are available in this online version of the magazine. Filed under New Zealand Poetry. Tagged as 21st Century New Zealand Poetry. October 29, 2011 · 9:53 pm. DVerse — Poet’s Pub. This is one of the mo...
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Dreaming o’er the joys of night;. Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet Babe, in thy face. Soft desires I can trace,. Secret joys and secret smiles,. Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel,. Smiles as of the morning steal. O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast. Where thy little heart does rest. The cunning wiles that creep. In thy little heart asleep. When thy little heart does wake. Then the dreadful lightnings break,. From thy cheek and from thy eye,. O’er the youthful harvests nigh. I surf...
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Saturday, March 08, 2008. Staring at the darkness. I think about you. With the sound of silence. I hear you crying. So many miles away. It's not easy but i know you and I will be fine. Its easy to laugh at the times we cried. But i didn't know that those times. We laughed made me cry the most. The 4 walls of my room. I am all alone once again. In this lonely night. I loved and loved and return. Was it worth it? Posted by Bart at 12:46 AM. Wednesday, March 05, 2008. Curtains about to close. Bartbart13: we...
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