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INVITATION TO ALL TO ATTEND 1ST WED OF EACH MONTH READINGS SPONSORED BY ALAMEDA ISLAND POETS AT BORDERS NOOKS AT ALAMEDA TOWNE CENTRE (SOUTH SHORE) COORDINATED BT NANETTE BRADLEY DEETZ, 7-9 PM. A POETRY WORKSHOP IS OFFERED PRIOR TO THE READINGS, 6:30-7 PM. BOTH EVENTS ARE FREE.

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aipoets@pacbell.net

OR

MaryRudge@aol.com

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for poetry always,

Mary Rudge

Scenes from the 14th, 16th Dancing Poetry Festivals

Bookmark the Artist Embassy link below, include it in your "favorite" list; touch base from time to time.

Watch for Artists Embassy International's

17th Annual DANCING POETRY CONTEST

Link to contest rules:

http://www.dancingpoetry.com/poetrycontestrules.html

Dancing Poetry

Palace of Legion of Honor, SF, CA

THE MUSES, by NATICA ANGILLY
Classical literature, myth and legend has gifted poets with the devotion of the Muses. Poetic creativity flows abundantly from their realms, and has been a source of inspiration to poets since 3000 B.C. The Muses continue to be ever present, their appeal guides the poet's pen. Poets have called upon the Muses for their eloquent memories and vast knowledge encompassing the Epical, Heroic, Sacred, Historical, Universal, Idyllic, Dramatic, and in matters of Humor and Love.
Poets have honored the Muses with artistry and praise. Poetry gives the Muses their reason for being! Poetry is their delight! Dedication of Muses to All Poets remains Eternal. ( NaticaAEI)

The Muses:

Zeus – (father of the muses)
Mnemosyne –(mother of the muses)
Calliope –(epic and heroic poetry)
Polyhymnia –(sacred poetry)
Orpheus – V ( poet, musician, singer)
Urania –(universal poetry and astronomy)
Clio – (historical poetry)
Melpomene –(dramatic poetry and song)
Thalia – (humor and idyllic poetry)
Euterpe –(lyric poetry and music)
Erato –(love poetry)
Terpsichore –( poetry danced)

Old Woman With Protea Flowers, Kahalui Airport

She wears the run-down slippers of a local
and in her arms, five rare protea
wrapped in newsprint, big as digger pine cones.
Our hands can't help it and she lets us touch.
Her brother grows them for her, upcountry.
She's spending the day on Oahu
with her flowers and her dogs. Protea
for four dogs' graves, two for her favorite.
She'll sit with him into the afternoon
and watch the ocean from Koolau.
An old woman's paradise, she tells us,
and pets the flowers' soft, pink ears.

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The Crossing

The snail at the edge of the road
inches forward, a trim gray finger
of a fellow in pinstripe suit.
He's burdened by his house
that has to follow
where he goes. Every inch,
he pulls together
all he is,
all he owns,
all he was given.

The road is wide
but he is called
by something
that knows him
on the other side.

Susan Anderson Coons

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