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Traci J Hinds is a lover of love and a poet. She is a published author, her book, "Love Addition", is a book of love poems. She created this podcast and enlisted her friends Leslie Lee and Terri Sallay to co-host. These ladies talk about love experiences. Their goals are to have fun, good conversations and provide insight while talking about love and relationships and the love experiences of everyday people. Come share the love.
 
A reading of verses I wrote. This is quite an experiment. Anyway, I'll try to propose a listening experience which should not be too homemade. The poems I'll read are taken from a book I published a couple of years ago, which is called Maresciàra - poems of love, darkness and wildlife. If you'd like to purchase, please click here, if not, is the same https://www.amazon.com/dp/B084DH5F7Q I'll try to be humble and please, keep in mind that every verse I write, as with any poet, is part of my s ...
 
If you've heard and loved that delightful nursery rhyme/lullaby, Wynken Blynken and Nod you'd certainly enjoy browsing through its creator Eugene Field's Love Songs of Childhood. The volume contains some forty or more poems for children, which are ideal for read aloud sessions with young folks. Parents will certainly enjoy reading them too. Most of these poems have been set to music and are ideal for family sing-alongs too. Eugene Field was a gifted humorist as well as being a talented child ...
 
Coming to know that True Love is Within is one of the hardest and most rewarding journeys that you can take. It is an inner exploration of uncovering that which is false, and learning to let it go. As your old stories, grievances, and judgments fall away, your glorious self is revealed. This is the case for us all - what you really are is so far beyond words it is indescribable. You are pure Love, pure Light, pure Joy! This podcast is a journey to uncovering this beautiful truth within you a ...
 
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sea doesn’t get tired finding itself sad, furious and the clouds from the mountain with it -bunches of thunder vapor horses- they fly offshore this sea storm is mine mine are its roars, mine its sheets of foam repeating themselves like holy exchange of saliva in a moribund Greece this sea storm is ours, it looks like your forehead -sea she-wolf mis…
 
Decomposition (and how joyful and childish it is to talk about death, or Спокойнаяночь) yet supine because of death or only because of one day effort | may a rose blossom from the solar plexus, or a pinky mycosis; may flesh open wide at the paused stern height in order to offer a pearl or a black stone to who’s passing who’s handsome thief; hands a…
 
joint / to you, sleeping your pain is hard. you always look like crossed by a thousand thoughts a thousand blades/ a thousand sailing ship dreams , blood accidents, clay; I like your dog eyes/ your pain is mine to guard, to admire, It is mine to heal, since it comes me natural as sharing a wept it comes / and I come to you / you come to me I want t…
 
c. forehead to forehead laying down in a circuit of bonded flesh not thinking about us, to something else, someone else’s breasts, someone else’s genitals eyes turn to anemone in a macabre wind -no other way- locked in a room like a rose in a glass bell/ your veins are wisteria glass green-blue rivers to press occasionally temple to forehead, foreh…
 
eucalyptus camaldulensis trunk and branches unclothe, bark sheets do roll seeming flutes from super-green nymphs or severe scrolls; these fall slowly with rain inside, scars inside, cliff’s odors and landscapes, cliff’s fires / leaving place to a fully new preserved body pearl colored, marine childhood colored. _________________________ 6 ( sardine…
 
observations on the used shell (shed, exuvia) shall I wrap myself in a sharp waves sheet and sea gods, creatures, nereids and slow fish demand for a new brain, new cardiac fibers, brand new blood canals and coral wings; shall I throw myself carcass fashion in humus and between laughs of trees, nymphs sneers, new born moon nails and eyelashes, foxes…
 
goodmorning, goodevening, goodnight here is an introduction to my poetry podcast. I'm completely new to this kind of experience, this kind of experiment, and as I say during the record, I do apologize for mistakes and lack of diction, also, for some bits during which the recording quality is not really top level. I promise I will get a pop filter. …
 
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