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Eileen Grobeck
Eileen began writing poetry in March of 2001, and posted her first poem on the internet in May 2001. She moderated at the Poets-In-Tents website for about three years. In June 2003, she attended the West Chester University Poetry Conference in Pennsylvania and took workshops with Timothy Steele (basic meter) and Dana Gioia (free verse: the importance of the line). She is a "young" poet who is just beginning to seek publication.
She has been drawn to and captivated by poetry most of her life. Some of her favorite poets and writers are Seamus Heaney, Tim Steele, Philip Larkin, Sandra Cisneros, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Percy Bysse Shelley, Shakespeare, Lewis G. Carroll and J.R.R. Tolkein, though there are many more.
Eileen works in the IT field as a network administrator/programmer/analyst. She is an avid beach-goer and has many hobbies, some of which are photography, art, drawing, painting, scuba diving, fishing and boating, crafting and reading. She thinks of her drive to create as a monkey on her back - a desire that must let out, and she has felt this need her entire life. One of her favorite quotes is "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes," by Marcel Proust. She is single and lives in New York.
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A Redress of Clouds They came from the east, riding toboggans of mist; a diaspora of low ceilings curled upwards, wind beaten into lofty meringue peaks. In the forefront, gauzy wisps; long, flat streaks stretched north to south along a meridian line. At the horizon of sea and sky, a thick, titanium tongue lolled against cobalt skin - sampling the abomination of fall weather. Thirty minutes later they deliquesced, except for one towering column that refused to succumb, unplagued - a grotesquely shaped serpentrising up in a zed. In time, its crooked steeple was blown apart chunk by chunk. It toppled without grace. By the end of the day they reversed, headed back the way they'd come, as though God had sucked all his breath back in as I witnessed from beneath the sun. As first place winner in the Poetic Idol Competition, Eileen won a prize package that includes a $150.00 cash prize; an e-Chapook of her poetry (up to 20 poems), attractively created and published for her personal or commercial use; public status as Artella's Poetic Idol in Residence; a feature interview in an issue of e-Artella; guaranteed publication in an e-Artella issue; free enrollment in her choice of Artella e-courses, the Artella eBook, "Behind the Veil", her choice of any e-Artella issue, and one month FREE Artella membership. Click here for contest details. |
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Denise Mihalik
Denise Mihalik is someone who believes...we understand art with our own soul's sense; we react personally to someone else's wanderings; they are someone else's and yet, when we can stop long enough to hear a message, that message belongs only to us; our voice speaks the dreams of another and we absorb their dream as our own art has the power to connect souls; art is the reminder that we are all connected. She is also an artist and a single mother of two amazing boys. She resides in Cherry Hill, NJ making the most of each day.
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My Corner my dream spot my place of peace the gentle WHIR WHIR WHIR coffee pot broken loved tattered billows of dreams sailing from my mouth to God's ears and He hears me and He is in me and it is short lived but beautious just the same As the second place winner in the Poetic Idol Competition, Denise won a prize package that includes a $50.00 cash prize; guaranteed publication in an e-Artella issue; free enrollment in her choice of Artella e-courses, the Artella eBook, "Behind the Veil", her choice of any e-Artella issue, and one month FREE Artella membership. Click here for contest details. |
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Jenny Ryan
Jenny Ryan is a Spanish tutor from Atlanta who loves everything having to do with words. She is very excited to have found the wonderful world of Artella, because it has inspired her to find lots of fun new outlets for all that she has to say!
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Evolution Butterfly Flutter by Flap your wings Crack me wide open Butterfly Flutter by Sweep your wings Clear out what's broken Butterfly Flutter by Scoop your wings Fill up whats hoping Butterfly Flutter by When you've passed What remains? Utter I As the third place winner in the Poetic Idol Competition, Jenny won a prize package that includes a $25.00 cash prize; guaranteed publication in an e-Artella issue; the Artella eBook, "Behind the Veil", her choice of any e-Artella issue, and one month FREE Artella membership. Click here for contest details. |
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Terri Urban
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I Matter it was when she first dared to see her truth that the winds howled. after a time it strengthened her and she spoke her truth and the earth shook. and when finally she believed her truth the stars rejoiced, the universe opened and even her bones sang her song: "I Matter!" |
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Kimberlee Titus
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Mahogany You stand Unbending
No breeze Of spontaneity
Your bark is Much worse
But too much Pressure
A sapling, I grow
Longing To climb
With time
Yet you would not change
I cling to Your sturdy trunk,
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Marilyn Hansen
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Greyt Life I. Prizes excluded her Reputation secluded her She stands alone Just wanting a home Haunted eyes of tales-a-many halt a scan of the shape sinewy Wait! Scars and oh, so black I see But, she leaned on me! Can we take her home, asks me? Hesitatingly, yes, says he. Seeing through her eyes Caring as time flies Protecting with passion So inside she wont feel ashen The scars remind all who admire of many more in the fire II. Prizes eluded him Racing secluded him He stands alone Just wanting a home Pleading eyes of tales-a-many brown, and not so trendy In a park, her depression lifts, her eyes troll another unwanteda mate for her soul Can we take him home, asks me. Hesitatingly, yes, says he A friend is all he wants- someone to mend his broken heart now we thrive with be-here-now-alive Peacefulness, joyful-leaping all prizes for the keeping |
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Jan Bartlett
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Love is Knowing Love is knowing without speaking. Love is a glimpse and remembering times past. Love is an unexpected touch, a communication of body memories. Love is the knowing of when and when not. It is understanding what needs to be said and what needs to remain silent. Love is the warmth of sharing a cup of tea. Love is knowing the flavor you like best and how you like it. Love is sharing the tears and remembering the laughter. Love is knowing the flicker of the tongue. Love is being together. It is the taking time with friends and allowing them to remember also. Love is being together. Love is a midnight snack. It is sharing the silence and feeling the emotions. Love is driving with the top down. It is celebrating life's success. It is knowing a history of achievement and having it acknowledged. Love is being together. It is holding hands and remembering where those hands have explored. It is knowing the geography of someone's body. Love is remembering what has been. Love is being together even when you are apart. Love is knowing when to say good-bye. |
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