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		<title>&quot;Rescue at Sea&quot;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 02:14:25 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>A toy boat fights against each wave.      <br />A young boy flies in plane to save.</p>
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		<title>&quot;The Birth of the Poet in the Deep Deep Darkness&quot;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 02:23:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the deep deep darkness a barn owl screeches, And two dark trains pass quietly in the night, And at a campfire a father lovingly teaches. The boy listens intensely as he preaches, Of love, of hope, and of might. In the deep deep darkness a barn owl screeches. He&#8217;s been here before; he&#8217;s heard [...]]]></description>
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<p>The boy listens intensely as he preaches,     <br />Of love, of hope, and of might.      <br />In the deep deep darkness a barn owl screeches. </p>
<p>He&#8217;s been here before; he&#8217;s heard these speeches     <br />Of scorn, of despair, and of plight,      <br />And at a campfire a father lovingly teaches. </p>
<p>The father turns to his son and with his hand reaches,     <br />And places his hand on his head gently, just right.      <br />In the deep deep darkness a barn owl screeches. </p>
<p>The father knows of the pain; the son&#8217;s emotional breaches     <br />He hands him a pen and pad and tells him to write,      <br />And at a campfire a father lovingly teaches. </p>
<p>He writes words of death and pure white beaches,     <br />Of strength and of sadness and of light.      <br />In the deep deep darkness a barn owl screeches,      <br />And at a campfire a father lovingly teaches.</p>
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<p>There it goes. My first villanelle!</p>
<p>Thanks for <a title="Thom Ingram&#x27;s villanelle challenge" href="http://www.willbrownonline.com/poetry/2007/09/19/yes-thom-im-writing-a-villanelle/">the challenge</a>, <a href="http://www.poetguru.com/">Thom</a>!</p>
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		<title>Jumping Castle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 05:11:13 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>A two year-old child<br />Giggles as he jumps<br />Bouncing in a castle<br />Of red, yellow, blue
<p>He thinks he can fly<br />His feet are jets<br />Thrusting him upward<br />Soaring through the sky
<p>He anticipates nothing<br />But the next jump<br />No frets or worries<br />No hates or tears
<p>The essence of life<br />Is life in that castle<br />Finding our way home<br />To our forgotten kingdom</p>
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