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the poet's voice

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the poet's voice
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At 4:58am on September 14, 2008, Bernard Alain said…
a very nice site Dimitris, I have submitted some new poems for you to read.

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Real Full Name
Bernard Alain
Literary Pen Name
Bernard Alain
Nationality
Canadian
Languages
English
The Language of the Poet
Country of Origin
Canada
Country of Residence
Canada
City of Residence
Ottawa, Ontario
Biography
I am always looking for new influences and ideas by interacting with my fellow poets. Currently I am the editor of The Cartier Street Review and administrator for The Ink Blot poetry forum. I have been published and/or featured in a few online journals recently such as the Orange Room Review, Madswirl, Pirene's Fountain, Mississippi Crow Magazine/RiverMuse Press, International Poet, The World Poets Society Electronic Catalog, Bywords, Bywords Quarterly Journal and others. Please visit my blog at www.bernardalain.blogspot.com
Poem #1
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stepping quick beneath the mirrored ball


blame it on my upbringing
the nouveaus
the golden grapes
the breaking boughs
that certain je ne sais quoi,
for dressing this poorman
in exclusive ware

the grip was firm but not heavy,
like my palm could just slip out if it wanted to

an area of chance,
of higher probability,
not necessarily
of scholars

and she,
an expert in burrowing through
straight-laced Liberace

I,
an expert in the dance

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Poem #2
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to become the Nile


it is said baby crocs may get eaten

but maybe only on days when the river is hungry
and they the young
are less aware

the sparrow in a park not too far away
speaks of inner toil,
of evolution
how we unevolve

and my son my son
with a quiet girl from Montreal
whispers coded text
to the ripples of early sun

they are among the floaters
the confident
and when the bellies at the Nile's edge are too full, too old
they the young
will feed

it is our nature

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Poem #5
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Website #1
http://www.modernpoetonline.co.nr
Website #2
http://modernpoet.proboards98.com/index.cgi
Website #3
http://bernardalain.blogspot.com/
 
 

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