Poems from Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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Most prolific poet of the 21st century. Grant-Grey Guda has written and published over 200 books of poetic verse and has created the longest poem in human history. He is also the founder of the poetry movement Nowmomentism, a poetic form focused on momentary thoughts and the now. He has also created the poetic form Revealism. He currently writes his poetry in the Appalachia region of southeast Ohio. ............................................................................................................................................................... If you would like to mail him P.O. Box 8 Nelsonville, OH 45764 ............................................................................................................................................................... If you want to discuss poetry, society and culture or anything else, basic income, science, politics, freedom, justice, liberty ............................................................................................................................................................... email me at. guda.poetry@gmail.com ............................................................................................................................................................... Founder of the poetic movement Nowmomentism, a poetry form in the moment, momentary thoughts, no edits no changes, just what is in the mind at that one second. ............................................................................................................................................................... Come check out my facebook poetry page ............................................................................................................................................................... https://www.facebook.com/Poetry-By-Grant-Grey-Guda-399397276060/ ...............................................................................................................................................................
When the world stood silent  no more entering the word of words  hello the doom saying end 
when I hear a whisper I jump like the sun at dawncoming up but staying still and yet spinning in the voida void made beautiful by the...
Time has no remaining names to call the nighteach little echo beyond life and birthreform another shore of ice time has no bride like the...

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