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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 7/28/2004 1:03:22 PM   
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Dem Buggah Mon

dem chattah an buggah mon
always messin wit da mammy

nevva see dem lights fe da
ragga veil ov words viled

dem quibble bout silabus
an fickle bout degradation

but nevva feels dem wager
pon de waren of dem sleeve

Ya whan pity an terror but
divide da reasoning in humility

iron formulas good fe da body
watering down it meks for weakness

Mi see such in da reapers ceaseless
as dem sullow in dem own wells dug.

Humiliation and Degradation comes in
Many forms and it is the wise eye which
knows such and can see it and if not
desired can set it aside with out return.
I hope you enjoy My taunted look at One.
~smiles~

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 7/30/2004 8:39:31 AM   
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JUST BECAUSE



Ive seen Your going befor

Ive known the hollow pit in My belly

Ive known You have it hard to be settled

Ive known You have not always been at Your best

But I still Care

Ive seen Your hurried about in dispair

Ive know Your touches and brief happiness

Ive known You have tried Your best and still lost

Ive known You have issues hard to over come as We all

But I still Care

Ive packed You all the Well Wishes and Food You could carry

Ive known You to walk away with out My understanding why but thats ok

Ive know a burning desire and flame in My soul again I dont want doused put there by You

I know Youll write this off as just another day in the life of, to leave without feeling as its the only thing You can do to thrive

Ive known You to walk away from hardships to find a easier route instead of the hard road and not said a word or judged

But I still care

Ive cared From the Moment I layed eyes on You

Ive sthrived From the Moment I Felt Your interest to gain My attentions, and succeeded in that effort, when no one else could

Ive Seen You Fall and pick Your self up again only to Fall harder and still pick Your self up again to fall flat and yet here You are standing and walking again, look over Your shoulder, I am here

Ive Always stood Beside You Behind You Around You if You ever needed Me but never, did You

But I still Care

I wish You safe Journeys and the rainbowed pot of gold at the end of it

I pray Your path be found to the Preist Kings and safely and light a candle at the top windows ledge to lead You home

I Feel Your absence and the emptyness of a torent flow overwhems, which rises up My meaness and wicked thoughts

I always know Youll return Once again to fill Our bed and Home, plain and simple

Because I Care.

MistressSteel™®©7/2004

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 7/30/2004 12:14:10 PM   
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Your an awsome poet Mistress Dread :)

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 8/1/2004 9:24:44 PM   
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●◊●◊ŦĦÂÑK YOU◊●◊●

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 8/6/2004 6:18:33 PM   
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o====·.,¸,.-·<Desolation for pains realitieso====·.,¸,.-·<

o====·.,¸,.-·<
My life is a eclectic collection of space with
Dominant textures And sub colors Blasting
Time twists all of My physical beauty dammit
Thoughts zoom all to quickly through My consciousness
I kneel forward and feel all these crainal sparks fly
I could sqwat here quite happily an do this for eternity
Forever is really just a single eyes blinking
It dwells in all My sences but leaves no imprint
People say their rights and their lives are real
I wonder on what thoughts they can relate or feel
I may be called insane but I do not really care
There are many words I intend not to speak clear
And those I do I wind in ways only wise can know
I live in My realities that others do not see catch or throw
This sometimes makes Me seem like a dunce but I am not
My picture of realitys evolves from one moment like a bouncing dot

o====·.,¸,.-·<
I am Everybody and Nobody all at once then seperatly look out
I sqwirm in the dark corner towards My Own shadows texts
I seek the light that can make My world whole never grasping
I sit and wait forever bored for a lightbulb of inspiration
Trusting each brainwave to find its own nitched nerve in Me
People ask Me why I behave in this way its funny its free
I tell them everything I see has turned for Grey Mine
They look at Me as if I have lost My mind at times I havent
I weep then laugh for them as their eyes are so totally blind
People tempt to thrust Me to conform like the rest
I laugh and push back at this notion and continue My quest

o====·.,¸,.-·<
I float through the chaotic fillers around Me bending space
I will take another spill as the wickedness surrounds My grace
I wallow aimlessly towards dark shadows of the City by choice
I spirit away like a Dragon through the night following voices
A stroll all around this Red Dust Barren desolation alone
As people come together and take their isolation with Me
I speak My truth each moment as I am able but they hear no choices
I learned the right way to wait. Waiting for the brightness of three moons
To straighten My body an mind to be ready for the next times distortions.
o====·.,¸,.-·<MistressDREAD™®©8/2004o====·.,¸,.-·<

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 8/12/2004 12:19:23 PM   
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Gor eyes

No other options there seem to be
A mirror, a visual doorway into Their
Parallel universe of Normanville
Two lives in One reflection
Reflecting the eyes of the other`s full length mirror
Glimpsing the naked soul as it leans on a shoulder
Yet another day closer to the virginal consummation.
Desire and longing are not only skin deep
Because Their fluid pools mirror calmness and serenity
Each feeling the matrix of a prolonged eternity binding
Them closer to their divine perfection of Dominance combined.
Nothingness is wholeness as They float in Their timeless dimension
This IS Their Gorean reality
Touching D E E P inside the core of the other with trembling breath
Conveyed by Their whining soul`s outpouring and Their physical quickening
A connected doorway so Their bodies and hearts, souls and minds may
Express and cleave, revealing Their naked emotions
Never wanting the other to leave but Both must
These experiences and revelations leave them speechless
What is it that transpires between Them
Are Their souls disrobing communicating and uniting yesss
It is a spiritual mental emotional and surreal physical connection
Ahhh Al-hamdulillah mmmmmmm Preist Kings phew
As Gods an Kings are still creating this most glorious physical climax
As Godesses an Queens blush and wind with the sent of Heat cooled

MistressDREAD™®©8/2004




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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 8/13/2004 7:01:49 PM   
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WOW BRAVO Do you have any published writings?

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 8/20/2004 6:45:53 AM   
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ThankYou Gore
and yes I have many
things published but if
I said what they were
then I would be telling
what My pen name is
in real life and would
blow My Online cover
now wouldent I

~snickers~

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 8/20/2004 6:47:01 AM   
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Ode to Ol Charlie,
He came on in without an invite
and whipped thru the backporch
with a blown galeforce fright
He huffed and puffed
twisted and bent
and sent My backporch to the
steel and wood graveyard
without as much as
a storms breaths spent
I watched as it blew by
My Frontporch window
across the road to the
school house yards green
Talk about a sight excitment seen
So I give this Ode
to Ol Charlie now spent
cause He also took with Him
The Old renter man Kent
The End

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 8/24/2004 11:28:56 AM   
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REASONINGS FIGHT

Souls are oftentimes battlefields.
Upon which reasoning and Your judgment
wage war against passion and Ones appetite.
Would that I could be the peacemaker in Your
soul I might turn the discord and rivalry
of Your elements into Oneness and melody.
I would. That is not My plight in Life but Yours.

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 9/3/2004 5:26:16 PM   
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Sad Eyes for Russia


Tears in Belsan
Children again suffer
Arabic tyrany
Terrorists act ruffer
Small life so precious
Religious beliefs to dear
Meekness begets murderers
Talibans dastard near.

Naked and bloodied
Running here and there
The eyes of terror
Fear death and dispair
Arabic Chechen militants
Al Qaeda backing again
Who would question the
USAs tracking now and
Defeat of such a sin?

MistressDREAD™®©9/04

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 9/3/2004 11:04:03 PM   
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Crevasses Skipped

Life cracks fall in shards
As a mirror may be broken
So can a heart
Intelligence is only
As great as its source
As a reflection can shatter
Beyond recognition
So can a soul
An implicit recondition
Time heals all wounds
It is said
But not all wounds
May be healed
Clouds of witness reveal
Those of the soul
Never disappear
And those of the heart
Scar mercilessly
Illuminated flickering flame
To lose your light
In this world
To lose what you
Think of daily
What you believed stable
Those wounds never heal
As if acid had been
Poured upon flesh.
Thoughts to ponder..
™®©2004

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 9/7/2004 7:39:21 AM   
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◊ﱞﱞﱟﱠﱟÏñ●Ýøûr♥Héªrt♥Ñ●§öúlﱞﱟﱠﱞﱟ◊


◊A beating heart, so strong yet so delicate. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
Unlike the soul that can be light, dark, heavy and so dense
the heart is for the romantic. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
One could take it in their palm and break it so easily. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
THOSE who knows the secrets of seduction. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
Dare you let one drop of blood loose in the darkness
with them they will rule it. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
Dare you run or stand still and seal your fate. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
Life is just a museful story waiting to be written.
I am the scroll and pen. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
Think of one who is dark,
One whos face is but two eyes that seek in the darkness. ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
Would you talk to this one of mystery, ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
this one who knows of romance, of secrets in the dark? ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂


♀♥~يّْييّْي*ّْ♥♂AND I SAID TO MY SELF, ♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂ WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD!!♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂ BﺁDﺁSﺁMﺁ//Ds//GOR//♀♥~يّْي*ّْ♥♂
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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 10/6/2004 2:00:42 AM   
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honorable mention

Now she wields a soul drinking blade
and rides a killer Grey neck wrenched.
I must always be mindful that one is
a part of the many. Do not forsake your
heart and kind.Trust cannot be regained.
A full moon rose above the city of HR.
The sun glint off the hide of a Grey dragon.
At my feet, your blood rushing up to greet
your Grey shadow with a flicker of steel.
for the sacking of cities the population transfers
the ethnic cleansing he barely notes my absence,
a lack of core, not even a mere glance.
Hack me and break my code. You never tried to
learn my algorithms. Use my data nodes.
Leave your lethal virus of nothingness to me.
My hopes my fears, reality conceived once again.
Do on liners get homesick once they again change hands?
A frigid woman over time you never understood the pain.
Have you ever been and felt sick over something
such as I that left your hands and heart? Probably not.
A twisted plot lines plausibility and all We will
have left is a strained will to be gagged to concede.
I took hopes in a face thats now faded and a heart
that was not truly mine to hold pleading it would
be strong in My wake but again only a shadow of a man
remains to stain My memory of a wanted strength not
present, being left short again in a seeking never ending.
Is My offerings so bland their not even worth decency
or affection to develop a heritage thats talked about for
futures to come in the breaths of others honored mouths?
The day is hot as a body goes about tending to hard work
meant for the soul and strength of a man but can only be
tended to by a woman left sullen and hollow as none listen.
Ive tried to breach the limits of a formed wall Ive built
to protect Me from injury's long ago that holds tight
against My breast and puts feelings beyond My reach.
I continue to catalog frustrations knowing each one
intimately as each setback saps My very soul and will and
leaves My mind a formless lump of clay he wouldn't pickup
and form with strong hands as My muscles ache as My
physical limits are tested each day My souls limit again
surpassed I can only fall to the grassy hillside and
wail mercilessly to the sky till My voice no longer moans.
I think of your penetrating eyebrows as I compose this
poem in retrospect lost in thoughts that burn My being.
To many thoughts and to many words, and Ive never liked
words nor sounds but they always interfere My mind so
I throw them down to paper like I throw down the seeds
I sow as My father looks on at His daughter dressed in
pants working in his place he can no longer till from
the porch. I worked and thoughts of your moustache
wrongly tickling My fancy as I seem to have blew My
chance for togetherness again for the sake of family.
I am an amorous woman and My experiences lisps in the
darkness in a immovable slow imperceptible drift that
others cannot sense as I fill the dark naked spaces to strike.
But because you do not know Me, I dream about your
scars and how Id like to hold you and lick you angrily
as I secure your imperfect neck as I devour your intoxication.
I will disrupt and horrify just as My life's been touched,
because I know nothing else as I give way to hugh pains.
If Im handed a iron I will take it and brand your thigh
with it touching the skin and smelling its burning odor.
I once was a orange in your hands bent and peeled to eat
with a chance to be clenched hard as My swollen heat
would ripen at your touch stripped and plundered like
harvested fruit that now has soured on the tree and fell.
I stand daily in My shower after such hard work it leaves
My mind and lungs breathless and scrutinize each parchment
of skin that none touch but My self as I caress with soap
My pelvic bone and the slope of My breasts wasting into age.
I think of times past when desire held Me and squeezed
Me to tight as I stared into puddles of loving eyes as
his finger over My lips hesitated My thoughts and the
words didn't come just to enjoy the moment for which
no poem nor words can describe in a silken moments silence.
For a few seconds with you I again tried to catch this
feeling again immersed in your essence all our own but
always falling short of that thought that was once shared.
I broke tribal tradition My father said hence Ive brought
on My self a never ending sadness that will never die.
All I tried to be was a ordinary person but that was
never meant to be as I was forced to live under extraordinary
measures that set Me apart and took Me outside the norm.
Seduced and robbed by the white man who lost their own
true heritage I'm self condemned to live in segregation
to show My own strengths and domination and genders
vanity again standing alone. Ill stop here writing now as
My mind again races against My fingers and I can no longer
keep up. Conceder this your last poem I write about you.
We almost made the year. Consider this your honorable mention.

Mistress DREAD STEEL™®© reg10/2004



I pick up the dried flowers petals apon the mahogany table and
crumble them with in My sunburned grasp and let the remains
flutter down to the blue tiled floor...........Ill be back in the USA
in a week.

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 10/16/2004 7:12:27 PM   
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REASONINGS FIGHT

Souls are oftentimes battlefields.
Upon which reasoning and Your judgment
wage war against passion and Ones appetite.
Would that I could be the peacemaker in Your
soul I might turn the discord and rivalry
of Your elements into Oneness and melody.
I would. That is not My plight in Life but Yours.
But how shall I, unless You Yourselves be also
the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all Your
elements? Therefore let Your soul exalt Your
reason to the height of passion; that it may
sing; And let it direct Your passion with
reason, that Your passion may live through
its own daily resurrection, and like the
phoenix rise above its own ashes.
The Prophet
Kahlil Gibran

When love beckons to You follow Him,
Though His ways are hard and steep.
And when His wings enfold You yield to Him,
Though the sword hidden among His pinions
may wound You. And when He speaks to You
believe in Him, Though His voice may shatter
Your dreams as the north wind lays waste the
garden. For even as love crowns You so shall
He crucify you. Even as He is for Your growth
so is He for Your pruning. Even as He ascends
to Your height and caresses Your tenderest
branches that quiver in the sun, So shall He
descend to Your roots and shake them in their
clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn
He gathers You unto Himself. He threshes You
to make You naked. He sifts You to free You
from Your husks. He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then He assigns You to His sacred fire,
that You may become sacred bread for Jah's
sacred feast. All these things shall love do
unto You that You may know the secrets of Your
heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment
of Life's heart. But if in Your fear You would
seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for You that You cover Your
nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where You shall laugh,
but not all of Your laughter, and weep, but not
all of Your tears. Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses
not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient
unto love. When You love You should not say, "Jah
is in My heart," but rather, I am in the heart of Jah."
And think not You can direct the course of love,
if it finds You worthy, directs Your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if You love and must needs have desires,
let these be Your desires: To melt and be like a
running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by Your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks
for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour
and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide
with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the
beloved in Your heart and a song of praise upon Your lips
This is such between Lovers and Those In Love. For Grey

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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 11/22/2004 3:40:35 PM   
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raptures abyss or
heavens hell who knows


٭٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭٭Fear not the night My followers of dreams
For the night is not as what it seems
Come forward creatures thrownaway
Shine in the hobble light forrey٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭


٭٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭٭Crawl beside Me
Share in My might
We'll swallow the day and summon a storm
Hold onto the cloak of My shadowy form
I'll take you on high
To search your swollen skies
Where the answers might found ٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭


٭٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭٭To all said lies will rise
As We ride on the stars
Through minds eyes worlds above
Remember this dream
And the nights that We lust
٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭

٭٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭٭Take up the mane
Of the raging Lioness
Who stalks Her prey
With claws of iron and finess
Fear not Her anger
For it is Mine controlled٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭


٭٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭٭Drink down Her blood
Taste of Her bodys wine
See the words across the sky
Feel My breath as I sigh
Feel your body become whole
As the spirits in your mind whisper
٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭

٭٭٭٭٭≈≈≈≈٭٭٭٭Upon your soul and bodys crevise wet
Bring forth My creatures of might
These dreams that capture Us in light.
MistressDREAD™®©9/2004
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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 11/22/2004 3:50:49 PM   
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POETS RESOURCES
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Book Recommendation
It is In the Palm of Your Hand, The Poet's Portable Workshop by Steve Kowit.
Tilbury House, Publishers, Gardiner Maine, 1995
IBSN 0-88448-149-2
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Source to publish poety by women or about women or humor
Country Woman: Rieman Publications (Specialized: women, humor). 5925 Country Lane, Greendale WI 53129. Established 1970. Executive Editor: Kathy Pohl Managing Editor: Kathleen Anderson
Magazine Needs: Country Woman "is a bimonthly magazine dedicated to the lives and interests of country women. Those who are both involve in farming and ranching and those who love country life.
In some ways, it is very similar to many women's general interest magazines, and yet its subject matter is closely tied in with rural living and the very unique lives of country women. We like short (4-5 stanzas, 16-20 lines)
traditional rhyming poems that reflect on a season. No experimental poetry or free verse. Poetry will not be considered unless it rhymes. Always looking for poems that focus on the seasons. We don't want rural putdowns,
poems that steriotype country women, etc. All poetry must be positive and upbeat. Our poems are fairly simple, yet elegant. They often accompany a high quality photograph." Has published poetry by Hilda Sanderson, Edith E.
Cutting and Ericka Northrop. Country Woman is 68 pages, magazine-sized, printed on glossy paper with much color photography. Receives about 1,200 submissions of poetry/year, accepts about 40-50. Backlog is 3 monthes. Subscription $17.98/year. Sample: $2.
How to Submit: Submit up to 6 poems at a time. Photocopy OK if stated not a simultaneous submission. Responds in 3 months. Pays $10-25/poem plus 1 copy. Acquires first rights (generally) or repring rights (sometimes).
Also Offers: Holds various contests for subscribers only.
Advice: "We're always welcoming submissions, but any poem that does not have traditional rhythm and rhyme is automatically passed over.
=============================
Annual Poetry Contest
Poetry Contest: Muriel Craft Baily Memorial Prize
A yearly contest with $1,000 1st Prize, $250 2nd Prize, $100 3rd Prize, honorable mentions, publication of all finalists. Entry fee: $3/poem. 40-line limit. No simultaneous submissions or previously published material (includes both print and electronic publications.) Annual deadline: postmark by July 1. May offer discounted awards edition to entrants. Before submitting, send SASE or check website for current rules. Judge for 2003: David St. John; judge for 2002: Kelly Cherry.
Submit entries to:
The Comstock Review: Comstock Writers' Group, Inc.
Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Prize
4056 St. John Dr.
Syracuse, NY 13215
phone (315) 488-8077
E-mail [email protected]
Contact: Peggy Sperber Flanders, managing editor
Also offers: Jesse Bryce Niles Memorial Chapbook Award of $1,000 plus publication and 50 copies. Each entrant receives a copy of the winning chapbook. Submissions read September 1 through 30. Complete rules, entry fee amount, and length requirements available on website.
Also takes submission for poetry for the biannual magazine, The Comstock Review.
Magazine Needs: the magazine appears biannually; Volume I in summer, Volume II in winter. Uses "well-written free and traditional verse. Metaphor and fresh, vivid imagery encouraged. Poems over 40 lines discouraged. No obscene, obscure, patently religious, or greeting card verse. Few Haiku." Has published poetry by E.G. Burrows, Barbara Crooker, William Greenway, Virgil Suarez, Susan Terris, Su Ellen Thompson, and Ryan G. Van Cleave. The Comstock Review is about 100 pages, digest-sized, professionally printed, perfect-bound. Press run is 600. Subscripton: $16/year; $28/2years; $9/issue. Samples through year 2001: $6.
How to Submit: Submit 3-6 poems at a time; name, e-mail/phone, and address on each page; unpublished poems only. No e-mail submissions. "We prefer no simultaneous submissions." Cover letter with short bio preferred. Poems are read January 1 through March 15 only; acceptances mailed out mid-April." Rejections may receive editorial commentary and may take slightly longer." Guidelines are available for SASE, on website, and in publication. Pays 1 copy. Acquires first North American serial rights.
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Chicago Literary Awards
The Chicago Literary Awards offer $1,000 each for an unpublished short story and a poem, plus publication in Another Chicago Magazine, a biannual journal of fiction, poetry, essays and art. Writers may submit a sotry of no more than 6,500 words or up to three poems of no more than 300 lines total. The entry fee is $10.00. Send SASE for guidelines.
Available to: No restrictions
Deadline: Submissions must be postmarked by December 15
Apply to: Chicago Literary Awards
3709 North Kenmore
Chicago, IL 60613
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New England Writers Free Verse Contest
The New England Writers Free Verse Contest offers the Robert Penn Warren Awards of $500, $200, and $100. The Short Fiction Contest offers the Marjory Bartlett Sanger Award of $300. Free-verse submissions should be no longer than 30 lines; short fiction entries no more than 1,000 words. There is a $6 entry fee for three poems or one piece of short fiction; $5 each for two or more entries.
Available to: No restrictions
Deadline: June 15
Apply to: Frank Anthony
Anthology of New England Writers
PO Box 483
Windsor, VT 05089
Phone: 802-674-2315
E-mail: [email protected]
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RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ ... - 11/22/2004 3:56:31 PM   
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The differance in a submissive and a slave.
A submissive chooses daily and constantly to serve just once.
A slave chooses just once to serve constantly forever.

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MY SLUTTY NOBODY

you let Me Own you
youre a fragile
piece of shit
you let Me fuck you
I raped and scoured
your whole existence
and you sit there
broken like a mirror
and you wonder why you
feel battered and used
I needed and desired you
My favorite secret fuck
I stole your soul and
fed it to My pineing gut
and you sit in a puddle
of your putrid wet tears
knowing its your own
fuckin fault after all
to let Me Own you.
DREAD™®©12/31/2002


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wow so very good to see You again MistressDread (it's ladybug19) i kinda dropped from the earth but it happens sometimes, i've missed seeing all Your beautiful work my favorite so far is Black Kettle Dom Kiss
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only when the body is bound, can the soul truely be free - me

Bring me Hell, and i'll bring You my soul.

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