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WASHINGTON POETRY. COM
will try to feature information about poetry events in Washington. We
welcome your news about poetry events. You can send them to:
Steve Heine or mail them
to:
Native
Publishing
Company PO BOX 7574, Salem, OR 97303. This site is a public service by Steven Robert Heine. Native Publishing Company PO BOX 7574 SALEM, OR 97303 WE NEED YOUR NEWS! SEND IT ON OVER AND HELP US BUILD THIS SITE! WASHINGTON POETRY LINKS: Washington Independent Writer's WASHINGTON COLLEGE AND UNIVERSITY LINKS: OF POET LAUREATE'S One goal of this site is to encourage every City and Town in Washington to appoint a local poet as 'Poet Laureate'. This will not only give recognition to deserving Washington poets but will also create a pool of volunteers to present poetry to schools and public groups. Poet Laureates serve without pay and can be a valuable resource to schools and communities. Write your City Officials and ask that a Poet Laureate be appointed for your community! Organize with your local poetry group to make a presentation to your City Council showing why a poet laureate would be a good idea. We will list the names of local poet laureates on this site. POEMS BY STEVEN ROBERT HEINE A WEDDING POEM
This day you shall rejoice together, for in your hearts love's spirit flows.
Stand tall and proud and walk together, as through the years your young love grows.
The silver moment, locked in time, when you would somehow meet...
has caused your souls to cry with joy, and raised you to your feet.
Take now the cup of God's provision, and drink richly through eternity.
For in His Plan from time's beginning.... your love was meant to be. © copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine. AMERICA In Humbletown a flag still flies. Floating proudly in the breeze.
And down below the farm folk toil in fields that roll like lush green seas.
A builders hammer pounds the air, as a church is raised from virgin wood.
Three children play, not far away in a park built where a shack had stood.
An old man looks out from his porch exclaiming with a heavy sigh:
"America, America long may your proud flag fly." © copyright 2003by Steven Robert Heine DAWN
I count the moments till I see you, but always they are too many.
In years long lost, I starved for love, but never had I any.
The daughters of the darkened moon, played painful games that left me cold.
But honest eyes of rarest warmth, have healed my wounds with love untold.
I see your smile as sunset bursts, upon the deep blue sky.
With courage born to soar the stars... I shed my gloom and fly! © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine. HAPPY NEW YEARS In every year if a man is lucky,
he'll meet two or three people who become true friends.
And he'll set new places at his table of feasting
as he celebrates when at last the year ends. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine DREAMER Look far away for a little while, and tell me the dreams that you see. From the fountain of love that flows from your heart, great things will soon come to be. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine. A REQUEST You cannot see the silver seeds, my restless soul hunts after. But hold me now, inspire me with love and pain and laughter. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine. OASIS You were first to fill my glass.
Sparkling love you freely shared.
Thousands passed my wretched way.
But none till you, reached down and cared. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine MARGE There came one cool, crisp Halloween, a princess I had never known. Who led me to a World I had not yet seen, but long had hungered to be shown. Her eyes were like the Autumn moon, her voice like the Autumn air, and I feared my dream would end too soon, as I drew her close and held her there.
Like tiny, precious drops of gold were the moments that we shared. Embraces were exchanged and secrets told, but real love was never dared. For she was destined to become but a memory and I knew I'd soon have to go. So I told her that she'd always be a part of me... and she always will, I know. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine MEDAL OF LAUGHTER If I've made you happy then I've won, a victory over sorrow done. If knowing me has made you laugh, then raise a toast in my behalf. Everything that I could do, to make your load lighter for you... I did enthusiastically, that fondly you'd remember me. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine A DEEP LONGING I wish you weren't so far away, so horribly, terribly far. I want very much to share your laughter... but far away... you are! © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine |
Click above link! 302 Collected Poems by Steven Robert Heine includes: A WINTER'S HARVEST AUTUMN MAGIC SPRING RAIN OF SUMMERS LOST A SECRET SEASON & Essays on poetry ALL PROCEEDS TO: THE NATIONAL POETRY LEAGUE THE CARPENTER - Click link to purchase! 60 poems, paperback, autographed, 1st edition. Oregon travel and humor site. Join us here for some fun. Washington site coming soon!
Washington travel site. News and links. Purchase PERSONAL WEB SITE $99.00 PER YEAR! We will choose the name of the link from the names you suggest. We will enter text and upload to the server. Site will feature a renewal date at the bottom of the page. Your choice, 1, 2 or 3 columns. Suggest colors for text and background. Let us know the line breaks you want. Your page is for: POETRY, BUSINESS, OR PERSONAL. (About 3-5 written pages of material). Purchase PERSONAL WEB SITE $99.00 PER YEAR! Click above to purchase, then send copy to: Native Publishing Company PO BOX 7574 SALEM, OR 97303
Our Favorite Links: America For Fun.com Cams and travel information for all of America. Our new flagship! Oregon For Fun.com This site features travel information on Oregon and fun things to do. Other Sites. Our Favorite Links: America For Fun.com Cams and travel information for all of America. Our new flagship! Oregon For Fun.com This site features travel information on Oregon and fun things to do. Other Sites. THE LOST KING Frog eyes, mud pies and days gone by. When I was a boy each day brought new joy and I never knew how to cry. Up a strawberry hill I'd climb for the thrill and pronounce myself a king. I'd wave my hand across the land and command the earth to sing. And the earth would obey and the plants would sway and rubies would appear at my feet. Then I'd smile with pride, feeling hungry inside and choose a strawberry to eat. But those days flew past and I grew old fast and now live in crumbling health. Though I still recall being king of all and living in infinite wealth. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine SUNSHINE You are in my heart and there to stay. Like the sunshine you warm me, in a special way. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine LOOKING AHEAD I talked pollytics with a pollywog who glowed with great ambition.
He said: 'I can't wait to become a frog, in the throat of a politician'. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine ALONG THE WAY Fame and fortune don't amount to too much. For what matters most is the lives that you touch.
© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine HARVEST OF LOVE I believe in God and He believes in me. And He provides the inspiration for my poetry. I didn't ask for this gift; it was quite a surprise. But by the sweat of my brow it will bloom in full, before His eyes. My life is short and my goals are many. And I fear I might die before I accomplish any. But I hope He may find when my life is done, a harvest of love, that my labors have won. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine LILIES Writing, I think is for younger men. Whose eyes see more hope than mine. Whose pens float freely through the night, like cups overflowing with wine. Writing is for dreamers, whose dreams like roses bloom. Who hold the hearts of the World in their hands as they sit alone in their room. Writing is for less freer men, who have never been chained by defeat. Unscarred by love and courageous by habit, they conquer each hurdle they meet. Writing is for less wise men, who have never known great pain. Believing in beauty as much as themselves, they create again... and again! So the lilies of the field do blossom in the spring. Falling gently to the earth when they've given everything! © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine THE LOST KING Frog eyes, mud pies and days gone by. When I was a boy each day brought new joy and I never knew how to cry. Up a strawberry hill I'd climb for the thrill and pronounce myself a king. I'd wave my hand across the land and command the earth to sing. And the earth would obey and the plants would sway and rubies would appear at my feet. Then I'd smile with pride, feeling hungry inside and choose a strawberry to eat. But those days flew past and I grew old fast and now live in crumbling health. Though I still recall being king of all and living in infinite wealth. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine ONCE A RACEHORSE Once a racehorse born in time, to fight against the mocking hordes. Cursed to plow a farmer's field, he rose to meet the race of Lords.
Beside the multitudes he stood, stumbling, shaking at the first. Determined ever in his quest, his legs leaped forth with one great burst!
A thousand knights stood on their toes to watch him duel the pious kings. And then they wrapped him in the joy that victory over hunger brings. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine
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"In Eternity we are young!" srh Steven Robert Heine Official Web Site COUNTY FAIR POETRY CONTESTS:
If your State or County Fair does not have a poetry contest, ask them to start one. Tell them you or your poetry association will be glad to help manage it.
Here are some sample rules:
HOW TO SET UP A POETRY CONTEST
1) All entries must be matted.
2) No entries may use wood frames, glass in frames or metal. (Glass gets easily broken at a fair and can be dangerous. Wooden frames are difficult to hang).
3) The fair is not responsible for copyright protection of each poem.
4) All poems must be original.
5) All poems must have a secure means of hanging on the mat.
6) All poems must have at least a size 14 font. (Poems written too small cannot be read when they are displayed).
KEEP CLASSES OF POETRY SIMPLE! Poetry displays at Fairs are designed to draw people to poetry that many not have a knowledge of poetry.
Sample classes, learned from years of displays.
Why not sponsor a cash award for your fair?
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