Showing posts with label One Stop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One Stop. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 October 2010

A One Stop Announcement

One Stop Poetry has been amazed and overwhelmed by the great, positive response we have received since beginning this journey back on the 1st week of July...yes it has been 3 months!

All four of us: Adam, Brian, Leslie, & Pete are so pleased with the continued support that we receive from you  that we would like to take this moment to say
Thank You 

We have a great vision ahead of us to make One Stop even better. We already have had the backing from magazines and with more ideas in the pipeline we are striving to make this a place for poets (of all levels) to grow and even be published.

One Shot Wednesday is a huge success, having had over 100 poets linked for the last three weeks; all of outstanding quality, our spotlights or features are hugely popular, One Shoot Sunday is growing and our competitions are being flooded with entries....can things really get better?

Of course they can! And that is why the four of us are pleased to announce that  we have invited two new members to the team........

One Stop Poetry is therefore proud to introduce...........

  
    

 Chris Galford                  Claudia Schoenfeld
          The Waking Den                  Splittergewitter                

For those of you who are frequent visitors to One Stop, these two names will need no introduction. Both bring their unique talents with them but if you want to know more about them please click on their links. You could also go to last weeks One Shoot feature where you will meet Chris as a photographer.

The future is looking very bright and with Chris and Claudia joining the team there are exciting times ahead. On behalf of Adam, Bri, Leslie & Pete and all our many readers we welcome Chris & Claudia to One Stop Poetry. 

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i have found what you are like
by e e cummings

i have found what you are like
the rain,

(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned

newfragile yellows

lurch and.press

-in the woods
which
stutter
and

sing

And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly) almost,
your kiss

Friday, 23 July 2010

Depression's Last Curse: A Poem by Adam Dustus


Poem  & Photo by Adam Dustus

We shall see
Maybe one day
Melancholic shades of grey
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Swear off reflection
Verse not a weapon
No weeping leaves echo
Care for pretension
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Fall into winter
Whether it proves worse
Reflections froze dreary
Gloom bridging mirth
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Tree placid mirror
Arcs hiding work
Restorative energy
Depression's last curse
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