You must not utter a word about. But just one set of batteries and emergency rations. How the skies have painted themselves tonight;. To make something in time? Dipped in amber,. A half-molten golden gaze of challenge. Swirling from the city bank of lights.

What is What and How I see It. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. I have been having a fantastic day. School was enjoyable and all of my classes seem awesome. I have been holding out a good happy poem for all my readers and today is the day to let the world hear it. The sun creeps slowly, over the horizon. First, he swings his gut up over the tree line. Each leg hefted afterwords, a stumbling accompaniment. Yes, the morning has come. Sigh and meet the day.

Poetry is a dance in which every word is a movement. Where poets meet to challenge themselves and each other, to learn, to share, to have fun with the written word from the poetic soul. Well, the magnetic poetry is starting to come in.

Have Fun! Get involved at FanStory. Poetry is like a dance. When you first learn a dance step it can feel awkward and strange. But once you learn the steps you are dancing with a natural ease. At Poetry Dances we provide you with the poetry steps you need to make your words dance. Has a great english program to help with your poetry writing. 169; 2011 - 2016 FanStory.