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This is poetry from the minds and the hearts of poets on Writing.Com. The poems I am going to be exposing throughout this newsletter are ones that I have found to be, very visual, mood setting and uniquely done. Stormy Lady

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Roman Fountain
by Louise Bogan

Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.

Bronze of the blackest shade,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.

O, as with arm and hammer,
Still it is good to strive
To beat out the image whole,
To echo the shout and stammer
When full-gushed waters, alive,
Strike on the fountain's bowl
After the air of summer.

On August 11, 1897 the Bogan family welcomed daughter Louise Bogan into their family. The Bogan family lived in Livermore Falls, Maine. The family moved around a lot. Louise spent a lot of her childhood in working-class hotels. At a very young age Louise was witness to her parents constant fighting. Most caused by her mothers many affairs.

With the help of a family friend Louise attended Boston Girls' Latin School for five years. This opportunity allowed her to get into Boston University. In 1916, Louise decided to leave school and get married. She married Curt Alexander, a corporal in the U.S. Army. This marriage was short lived. In 1917 she gave birth to Maidie Alexander. By 1918 she had left her daughter with family and had moved to New York to be a writer. Her husband died in 1920 leaving her a widow. She spent the next few years traveling.

In 1923 she returned to New York and published her first book of poetry “Body of This Death: Poems”. The same year her book was published she met the poet Raymond Holden. The couple had a two year courtship and were married in 1925. Four years later she published her second book “Dark Summer: Poems”, 1929. She was then hired to work for The New Yorker, where she worked for the next thirty-eight years reviewing poetry. Sadly Louise second marriage ended in divorce in 1937. Around the same time as her divorce her thrid book was published, “Sleeping Fury.”

Louise published on last book of poetry in 1968, “The Blue Estuaries: Poems 1923-1968." In 1969 she retired from her job at the New Yorker. On February 4, 1970 Louise Bogan suffered a fatal heartattack at her home in New York City.

Tears In Sleep
by Louise Bogan

All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing.
I would not wake at your word, I had tears to say.
I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said,
And pain's derisive hand had given me rest
From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.

Portrait by
Louise Bogan

She has no need to fear the fall
Of harvest from the laddered reach
Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebbing
From the steep beach.

Nor hold to pain's effrontery
Her body's bulwark, stern and savage,
Nor be a glass, where to forsee
Another's ravage.

What she has gathered, and what lost,
She will not find to lose again.
She is possessed by time, who once
Was loved by men.

Thank you all!
Stormy Lady

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The winner of "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest"

[ASR] is:

Victims

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A poem about how three lives were sadly ended.
#1320167 by Dorianne

Victims

The halls were filled with laughter and joy.
Two teenagers in love, one quick kiss did take.
The bell began its last ring to employ
A message of doom, for the couple’s mistake.

The girl had a life so small within.
The boy had his dream of service afar.
They both made a pact time and time again.
To love forever, under each falling star.

The school was surrounded with locks and guards.
The teachers were exhausted and stressed every day.
Most desks were wobbly and chairs were scarred.
One large broken window let the truants get away.

The morning went on with lessons begun.
The stranger arrived with pockets of death.
His vision was focused on business undone.
He silently walked and controlled each breath.

The stranger’s young life had always been sad.
His family was mocked at when they moved to town.
The teasing and insults finally made him so mad.
Tears were frequent and streaming, in his soft eyes of brown.

No tears came now as he thought of each hurt.
He silently screamed as he aimed at each heart.
He couldn’t believe how the red filled the shirts.
The victims looked puzzled as they then fell apart.

The shooter then looked at the weapon he dropped.
He fell on the floor with a pain in his side.
A security guard came running to the person he stopped.
The shooter looked different, with a strange peace inside.

Three hearses began their solemn trip in the rain.
Three families shared grief that words could never express.
The school began counselling for the students in great pain.
New ageless children silenced, with no future to possess.

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These are the rules:

1) You must write a new poem or prose with no limits on length.

2) The topic for this contest is: The Holiday

3) All entries must be posted in your portfolio and you must post the link in this forum "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" [ASR] by November 20, 2007.

4) The winner will get 3000 gift points and the poem will be displayed in this section of the newsletter the next time it is my turn to post (December 5, 2007)

Good luck to all
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Under the Stone Bridge (ASR)
What lies beneath ~ physically and metaphorically ~ a senryu
#1323797 by Kate - Writing & Reading

My Angel On Earth (E)
Many times my wife has been called an angel on earth. This inspired this poem.
#1323319 by Harry

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Vampire Dreams (E)
A vampire needs to make some changes
#1325074 by B↟uҽყҽ𐂂B↟itʐҽn

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Transformation! (E)
A light hearted memory!
#1326802 by Lark

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