Ninth Avenue Food Festival today
JIMI HENDRIX~ Lead Guitar JOHN BONHAM~ Drums ELVIS PRESLEY~ Vocals STEVIE RAY VAUGHN~ Guitar JANIS JOPLIN~ Vocals DAVEY JONES~ Fluffer CASS ELIOTT~Tamborine CLARENCE CLEMONS~ Saxophone BILLY JOEL’S LIVER~ Keyboards BON SCOTT~ Vocals RONNIE VAN ZANT~ Vocals DUANE ALLMAN~ Slide Guitar KAREN CARPENTER~ Drumstick
A Poem-A-Day Celebration: People don't talk... →
celebratepoetry: Poem submission by tokyoshuynh conversations held in whispers, they keep their thoughts as secrets, emotions nonexistent. people don’t talk enough, enough for them to feel to feel - what is it to feel? to steal a glance into the eyes of another, the life of another, people are afraid…
mywrds: just a word well shaped and i imagine my hands on your body taking hold of you taking charge of you just a whisper of desire and i imagine your body lying before me inviting and accepting requesting and demanding open and magnetic the sight of you stealing reason leaving only hunger
celebratepoetry: Poem submission by Robert L. Phillips The fields swayed green as an emerald ocean As we marched heads proud away, Only to have them hung with regret For that which we’d lost and never again regained; For our lives had grown calloused And we ourselves grown old, While the fields remained young and green by comparison.
A Poem-A-Day Celebration: Re-Memory →
celebratepoetry: yeah— what she said Poem submission by Karolina Manko Last summer Montauk taught me how loudly the ocean claps after it’s heard a good story, seen enough nakedness. The mouth-bite on my inner left thigh, the bruise from assembling my own bed. Reminders that storytelling is a quiet art. It’s a lot of…
celebratepoetry: Poem submission by Marna Ashburn Krajeski The recital hall is packed and I don’t know how to play the piano. Today is the exam and I haven’t been to class. I’m late for the test, the airport, the tournament. I’m on a slow bus that stalls at every turn. I have no music, no shoes, no ticket. The show is starting and I’m not ready, not where I’m supposed to be. The...
celebratepoetry: Poem submission by thecityofrain.tumblr.com An open canvas, shining gems, Encompassed by the night. Lustrous, twinkling specks abound, Calling me in their light. Bidding me to fancy them as Things of soft silver made, When hanging precariously, They bend each tawny blade. Begging me to imagine them, As small fragile cocoons, That are selfishly capturing, The faint...
Good night Bobby. Miss you. Say hello to Heaven.
mitt romney's kind of state-(despicable)-
They weren’t wearing sagging pants or revealing clothing. But dressing in an orange shirt is apparently enough to get fired at one Florida law firm, where 14 workers were unceremoniously let go last Friday. In an interview with the Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel, several of the fired workers say they wore the matching colors so they would be identified as a group when heading out for a happy...
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