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September  17 RYE– 6:30-8:00 pm – Serenity Café, Rye– Open mike fiction and poetry;  there will be as a featured poet, Rye native Bruce Valley, who will have available copies of his book of poetry titled "Rye Harbor." (John Simon,  Click here and Click here,

September 18, Conway: The Poetry of David C. Baker and Friends, Conway Public Library, Ham Community Room, free,6:30 p.m. (Click here , Click here,facebook: David Curtis Baker; blog: Click here ; 978-212-2345)

September 18, Portland: Port Veritas readingseries. Blue, 650 Congress Street. 7-10pm  (Click here )

September 19, Concord: Kyle Potvin & Bob Crawford are featured, followed by open mike, at Gibson’s Books, 7-9 p.m. (Click here, Don Kimball,224-0562, Click here

September 20, Effingham:  Writers Night – Charlie Churchill and Barbara Bald are featured, followed by an open mike, atthe Effingham Public Library, 7-9 p.m. (Click here ,KatieMcCarthy at Click here and 539-7694, or Marilyn O'Kelly at Click here  and539-1537).

September 20, Manchester: Slam Free or Die – open mike slam poetry,Milly’s Tavern, 7-11pm ($3 cover, Mark Palos,603.858.3286, Click here

September 21 Rochester 4PM Book Bums. 8 Wallace St,  Book Bums Writer’s Open Mic

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September 22, Strafford: Gordon Lang is featured, followed by an open mike, at the Hill Library,  6:30-8:30pm  (Click here ).

September 23 Dublin, N.H. 2:30 p.m. Social/Sign-up, 3 p.m. Open Reading

Feature poets :  Richard Hoffman (Emblem: Barrow Press, 2011),

William Doreski (City of Palms, 2012)

with Host Rodger Martin New book celebrations

Donation          Del Rossi’sTrattoria Rt.137N  , Dublin NH        603 563- 7195

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John Gay (1685- 4 December 1732), English satirical burlesque poet and dramatist who wrote The Beggar's Opera (1728)

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Francis Parkman, 1823 - November 8, 1893 American historian/author

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Alfred Noyes, 1880 - 25 June 1958British poet/essayist

     Daddy Fell into the Pond.

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.

We had nothing to do and nothing to say.

We were nearing the end of a dismal day,

And there seemed to be nothing beyond,

THEN

Daddy fell into the pond!



And everyone's face grew merry and bright,

And Timothy danced for sheer delight.

"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!

He's crawling out of the duckweed."

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Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,

And doubled up, shaking silently,

And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft

And is sounded as if the old drake laughed.



O, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond

WHEN

Daddy fell into the pond!

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T.homas E.rnest Hulme, (1883 - 28 September 1917) English writer Essayist, translator of Henri Bergson, aesthetic philosopher, lecturer, and imagist poet

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Hans/Jean Arp,1886 – 7 June 1966) German-French, or Alsatian, sculptor, painter, poet and abstract artist

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Click here  (1888- June 3, 1964 ) Finnish writer, Nobel Prize for Literature 1939

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Click here 1893- Feb 21,  1978 Finland-Swedish writer, journalist, critic

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Click here Hans Augusto Reyersbach (1898-  August 26, 1977). the creator of Curious George

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Click here 1904-80 Finnish working class poet, translator

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Click here (1925 – ) US blues guitarist, singer

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John Knowles,1926 - 2001),US writer

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Justin Haythe 1973 - American writer
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Sir James Hopwood Jeans (11 September 1877 –1946 ^[Click hereClick here,Click hereand Click here.
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Howard Moss ( Jan 22, 1922 -1987) American poet, dramatist, and critic ;poetry Editor for New Yorker

The Pruned Tree

Shorn, I rejoice in what was taken from me.

What can the moonlight do with my new shape
But trace and retrace its miracle of order?
I stand, waiting for the strange reaction
Of insects who knew me in my larger self,
Unkempt, in a naturalness I did not love.
Even the dog’s voice rings with a new echo,
And all the little leaves I shed are singing,

Singing to the moon of shapely newness.

Somewhere what I lost I hope is springing
To life again. The roofs, astonished by me,
Are taking new bearings in the night, the owl
is crying for a further wisdom, the lilac
Putting forth its strongest scent to find me.
Butterflies, like sails in grooves, are winging
Out of the water to wash me, wash me.

Now, I am stirring like a seed in China.

As a torn paper might seal up its side,
Or a streak of water stitch itself to silk,
And disappear, my wound has been my healing,
And I am made more beautiful by losses.
See the flat water in the distance nodding
Approval, the light that fell in love with statues,
Seeing me alive, turn its motion toward me.

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Kath Walker / Oodgeroo Noonuccal (3 Nov, 1920 -1993) Australian Poet political activist, artist and educator

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Click here   (Click here/1921 –/2003)  US actor, singer, songwriter , , "Flying Purple People Eater"

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Click hereKath Walker / Oodgeroo Noonuccal (3 Nov, 1920 -1993) Australian Poet political activist, artist and educator

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Robert Jordan James Oliver Rigney, Jr. (October 17, 1948 –2007) US fantasy novelist,

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1830 Old Ironsides byClick here  Holmes, printed in the Boston Daily Advertiser

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Bonus Poem:

The Horse Ride

Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted his tail
And we heard a roaring dragon!

The deafening sound hurt my ears
And the smell burned the hairs in my nose.
My girlfriend sat and glared at me.
Somehow my fault I suppose.

It was my idea to take the ride,
But how was I to know?
It really wasn’t in my plans;
Didn’t know the horse would blow.

The noise and the smell were bad enough,
As the wind blew quickly by.
But I think the very worst of it,
Was the brown stuff in my eye.

My girlfriend’s face turned angry red.
So I figured I wouldn’t dare,
Advise her of the smelly pieces
Of horse stuff in her hair.

The horse finally stopped; my girl ran away,
Stubbornly lifting her chin.
I think that horse was enjoying himself,
Cause I’m sure I saw him grin.

A lesson learned for me today.
Although I must confess,
I laughed so hard I nearly cried
As I wiped away the mess.

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