<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 21:32:42 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/steemitschoolpoetry/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Like Gone (Blank Verse)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hi, poetry lovers. Although not iambic pentameter, it's still blank verse. Image in the Public Domain (Wikimedia Commons Like Gone                                        The scene you don’t want to watch,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/like-gone-blank-verse</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/like-gone-blank-verse</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2019 23:38:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/U3dVNrAr9NbLrzi64ZeGK2hch9mPaxVJ2HWRRfE9giP4ewaSa9bhZLcKhXe6xL8uNCV4Vftrz5c84JedxAXsik4hug8Z5XFkMTrGRMWUk23uHypWqZ9CHGydMdKBm5LqN4gecumEknnFGz5HyV2PcXoRCBDaRm5kZPNe9mqNGGk7SjJRXDbb1wa5dnrkAsCF6pCQ8gBrdLHKV5kJ7QN2Kzm6EYX7M3HCxDm1Dm1DvaMCkbefd6ScmgqU9FJih51xD7MWa4tWGozRMo4jVbCYwa9SPdvJogm9SdpZpENzzDdnZANZ9BUpBzhkGrXUzSguQpKhfY929ezBRLwBikbsjKGXhHgtrL8s7NzDAuMpZAASCU68e9wEFqDtUCC4zWSg2qKkLfm5G5C66zi4JXGYEdHWCGFCkdCB2DHPyfCiGA7J64gZi6rgYdsxmfJc3i4zCXDG?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[You’d Wish. A Poem of Falling Stars and Egotism]]></title><description><![CDATA[Falling Star by Witold Pruszkowski (1884) - Image in the Public Domain (Wikimedia Commons) You'd Wish                                        We’re gazing at the stars bright]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/you-d-wish-a-poem-of-falling-stars-and-egotism</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/you-d-wish-a-poem-of-falling-stars-and-egotism</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2019 23:32:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/26uUsAjKTsXCSPQ21eLdzttauk46f71wvo4fP7cJ56AaJ8A9tbPru3Sjs8SPAHQSb2H49JcDMRoPhAQRjw2vesa3m92hFmH15jFxkaxob1C4eeN7ZwtqxPyKDVtL3VxmZPAjZ37c7gzuRJshU9WZihUtGQz46SPsQ6VbJv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jewelry Box (Shakespearean sonnet)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ballerina II, photo by Gerald Pereira (2011) on Flickr - Image free for commercial use, under CC2.0 licensing Jewelry Box                            I don’t have much of this I now remember.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/jewelryboxshakespeareansonnet-4hxb8tqxy0</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/jewelryboxshakespeareansonnet-4hxb8tqxy0</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 21:29:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2bP4pJr4wVimqCWjYimXJe2cnCgnGsiozNPiuCBQk8n?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cumaná Holds On (Shakespearean Sonnet)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Picture of my own, taken at "La boca del río" in 2007 Cumaná Holds On                                White elephants walk in the sands long lost.                                Hollow the salty]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/cumanholdsonapoemoflostefforts-ezjzia3ugm</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/cumanholdsonapoemoflostefforts-ezjzia3ugm</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 23:39:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2bP4pJr4wVimqCWjYimXJe2cnCgn3VrDCCraJ6R75j4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Changing winds by DMiLLiZ ( Photo Dump Poetry)]]></title><description><![CDATA[changing winds Original poetrty by @dmilliz Nov.16.2018 The changing winds, he was only 22, slept and never woke, his body as cold as a morning draped in pre-winter solstice. And here I am complaining]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@dmilliz/changing-winds-by-dmilliz-photo-dump-poetry</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@dmilliz/changing-winds-by-dmilliz-photo-dump-poetry</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[dmilliz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2018 00:47:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNaPs7vzNXHueW5ZM76DSHWEY7onmfLxcK2iQMWEfCB6w1h7Egmkob8xBqVrrqLkwC4wFFcAj9n7zJgzgcea73e3AMYL5H7mMPDvbjES319ANa?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[What is the meaning of life? ( Original poetry by DMiLLiZ)]]></title><description><![CDATA[source What is the meaning of life, for all I see is strife in the eyes of those who despise living. life is giving, life is creating, life is loving without hesitating? Tainted are the marbled eyes scrolling]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@dmilliz/what-is-the-meaning-of-life-original-poetry-by-dmilliz</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@dmilliz/what-is-the-meaning-of-life-original-poetry-by-dmilliz</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[dmilliz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2018 06:07:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNaPs7vzNXHueW5ZM76DSHWEY7onmfLxcK2iPEw65G175KkWK4rSQ2YRor7D263nkmrPAU9mVR8qZ3RpPQN51evoyNJS4dedHYg8QZB27dEQq4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ladies Need (Petrarchan Sonnet). A poem for smart ladies in love]]></title><description><![CDATA[Oil painting by Eugenio Zampighi (no title or date) - Image in the Public Domain Last Friday I found on the Web an oil painting (above) by the Italian painter and photographer Eugenio Zampighi (1859-1944),]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/castellano/@marlyncabrera/ladiesneedpetrarchansonnetapoemforsmartladiesinlove-nidbd5hb4n</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/castellano/@marlyncabrera/ladiesneedpetrarchansonnetapoemforsmartladiesinlove-nidbd5hb4n</guid><category><![CDATA[castellano]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2018 18:40:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/mXkfdToSwHy9vQBojQVmqfREL3bjf493CQjdK1Reo18SiqLGGpj6NMtY1iU6KiY6toNk5PjKZhSBYU62pRg7he8yRzSU3J7Bwtd7Y7gkE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Broken Lights (Free Verse)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Broken Street Lantern on the Campus, UDO-Sucre - Personal Archive “I want to do to you what spring does to cherries” (by Acción Poética Cumaná). The piece stands on the old wall with peeling paint like]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/castellano/@marlyncabrera/broken-lights-free-verse</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/castellano/@marlyncabrera/broken-lights-free-verse</guid><category><![CDATA[castellano]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2018 23:41:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/Y2iXpRRkNSnsYwyVt4ZYLZBwyBZCjyK8CK6d4e5RG46aU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Taste of Difference (Petrarchan Sonnet)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Woman in front of the Mirror by János Vaszary (1904) - Image in the Public Domain Whenever I see how cerebral sonneteers seem to be—at least to me—, I remember what E.A. Poe says in his essay The Philosophy]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/steempress/@marlyncabrera/6p5jv1wmvd</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/steempress/@marlyncabrera/6p5jv1wmvd</guid><category><![CDATA[steempress]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2018 18:56:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7NqGr5y7HSV2doNf4WQwqGvDG4RbSWybEK5WtkHYX5FHeHJK77e3EhX5fNteUGtbsCUuYgfQCjZii9XaTEhcXvv1TNwpY3UXVkHWb6AdTd1a3WKfGuTt2cvQPYvB6bptFM8Sd6ToLx1QQrThvTzdx7NmbYcm4YWLS7sPST7XpUp29R8y6THkBjqfCD8TvgbzSMt4oRkVNKFcafu5G8wQ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Toy and Flower Sonnet (Petrarchan)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hi, poetry lovers. It's been a while since I didn't post a poem, although I've been writing some (which never seem OK to me). ◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘ As you may know, a Petrarchan]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/atoyandflowersonnetpetrarchan-kodoy91bg1</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/atoyandflowersonnetpetrarchan-kodoy91bg1</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2018 22:19:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/9dx1buQgbeaf7fXftvaWwMmSPYgtMMibWkTxXptuZqGz2hmLo1Wbsg4ucJ9gZdCQYy5BeQukTLjhY7xAVDBEHpBspnCikKWzU4vD6czP2Vj4rXH4G8LBVzYcbuYrWTc44i9FTZndiy8dtosAPj9Nr7xZBbxug9UbfJQrcsYtUVdtc546voEfu5rczwynT845dzUqGfwav?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lucky. A Children's Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[Blackie - Personal archive They say a black cat crossing your path is bad luck. Is it? I do not think so, and I really thought this was an old-fashioned superstition; however, Halloween is coming, and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@marlyncabrera/luckyachildrenspoem-l92b3tn5lk</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@marlyncabrera/luckyachildrenspoem-l92b3tn5lk</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2018 23:31:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/Y2iXpRRkNSnsYwyVt4ZYLZBwyBZCAA58BUTin6RrQb2Yg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nemesis -  Original poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[Nemesis is the goddess of retributive justice, solidarity, revenge, balance and fortune in Greek mythology, according to the definition provided by Julián Pérez Porto and María Merino. It is a primordial]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zeleiracordero/nemesis-original-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zeleiracordero/nemesis-original-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zeleiracordero]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2018 13:51:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/X37EMQ9WSwsKQG7nhCXMsgXxUQHwtJm4rGgDFSP27G8NseJCUejEJXbp6YbBAGssKq8dd1CFaHw2TQtLqnMfCWjkTVyYCg9LNeqd8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Blake's Poem "The Fly." Part 3/3]]></title><description><![CDATA[Title page of The Book of Urizen (1818), copy He who created the hen and the chicken To begin with, let us remember these lines from the Book of Genesis: "1 In the beginning God created the heaven]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/onblakespoemtheflypart33-t5wsircun6</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/onblakespoemtheflypart33-t5wsircun6</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2018 20:55:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/Y2iXpRRkNSnsYwyVt4ZYLZBwyBZCA4guz5QgFNn1hk95r?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Blake's Poem "The Fly." Part 2/3]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Fly - Engraving by William Blake (1794) - Public Domain Image The speaker in “The Fly” compares himself to the insect; after all, at least to his own understanding, they seem to act alike, just as]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/onblakespoemtheflypart23-okn6vi8nfz</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/onblakespoemtheflypart23-okn6vi8nfz</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2018 22:50:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/M7YJgYmt9DyX5yant8G35MBSZnvgcsRPt74GtqUytUKCpugM7PX18FZL2riGweTg5DUadpDecfWKW4reJpRBQncMRfundQaYyCCeuecd6H3q6AhKTnHFoaJmp4sVPqgXzkDtMhkHTTzbmSZjTBZ3WqY1egQkJA3CxApCHTcrT5sLDgg2ZGj5sfnmYxNAJtHRsYBVmoBc4dpirUT768Zx8YFjGRTedCWrninSZfPVYTo6Gv2tw8kMBCGZWX42SfenjbJdhwJpN4cUDTe44kUx4Ty8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Blake's Poem "The Fly." Part 1/3]]></title><description><![CDATA[CC0 Creative Commons Image The Fly At this point, the very beginning of my attempt to offer a fair reading of one of my favorite poems on this world of fancy, you already know this will not be about the]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/onblakespoemtheflypart13-5i6wnl48gr</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/onblakespoemtheflypart13-5i6wnl48gr</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2018 23:47:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/Y2iXpRRkNSnsYwyVt4ZYLZBwyBZDyRQDhQmMv28d1pE6f?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ingenuity has no age]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ingenuity has no age Ingenuity has no age I know about you from a morning next to the beach. You were a writing genius. I had The color of the chasms And the fear around me. After I found out about you,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@corderosiete/ingenuity-has-no-age</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@corderosiete/ingenuity-has-no-age</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[corderosiete]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2018 16:34:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3jpR3paJ37V8JxyWvtbhvcm5k3roJwHBR4WTALx7XaoRovt2JQw1B2pXa14hgCVLWoJQKpGruy91qG4hPJzSAsghbjWGXBLbkjoniuQoG56F74V5PTTtq2uk5ye3hYzGo7LDL?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Torment (A Short Poem and Essay)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Coast of Cumaná - Personal Archive Imagination is two steps ahead. It is an intelligence in its own right; it lurks or moves swiftly, depending on its mood and on how motivated we make it feel itself.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/tormentashortpoemandessay-01k6swk4zj</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@marlyncabrera/tormentashortpoemandessay-01k6swk4zj</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[marlyncabrera]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2018 23:54:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/Y2iXpRRkNSnsYwyVt4ZYLZBwyBZBjz5tdqsHVmMtoLkBi?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Death in the water]]></title><description><![CDATA[Death in the water Death in the water Cormorants in black suit, ocean crows, the blue waters explode when you hit the fish A galley shines, on the edge of an abyss at the bottom of the sea, storm shipwreck]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@corderosiete/death-in-the-water</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@corderosiete/death-in-the-water</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[corderosiete]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2018 19:00:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7b4bio5hobgskW8qdPdvSqcwwJTvbiCMpGmRey1Rtd8H5rUbRaZynHQ5WVwFw6rtnuvLiGP7xKz4PkWjUcVfrhkWtAxDhng2zvTHTBYrvbChe55XzczVfb5Q4vkXMCN5JxLjJ7qwRPvPENz9dFimQJ1MEZgA?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Epiphanic mirror - Original poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[Epiphanic mirror Original poem Eternity harps, nail file that languish in the vault of heaven, denying the Sibyl his most ardent desire for finitude, which is good for simple humans. Who translates the]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@zeleiracordero/epiphanic-mirror-original-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@zeleiracordero/epiphanic-mirror-original-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zeleiracordero]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2018 19:37:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/5bEGgqZEHBMdvSSM3YPY82SEa7SJvsvpWtBM6Y7qtxHYyEQCZS77EZy3t3CqfRoU6A3TbHx4AMBx6WAL26PYWU4XNzwMAFZ8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tranquility ( poetry by DMiLLiZ)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tranquility Stillness of the mind, in this state you shall find yourself. The noise of this realm distorts spirituality and reality. Silence is hard to find in the bustle but find it we must. Thoughts]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@dmilliz/tranquility-poetry-by-dmilliz</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@dmilliz/tranquility-poetry-by-dmilliz</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[dmilliz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2018 04:37:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNaPs7vzNXHueW5ZM76DSHWEY7onmfLxcK2iNuryWZiZVo829AeiTyN42zzjnHZLZgckioros8F9bifq93dP2Wcro5PGMXkpdtNfCzqfVDm46z?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>