Tag: a poem
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January 04, 2010 05:21 AM EST --
now that it is settled
will everything else seem
so out of place?
now that it seems
you love me
will everyone else look as though they dislike me so much ?
wasnt it so much easier . . .
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January 04, 2010 02:04 PM EST --
Brother Thomas had whacked More boys buttocks that any Other teacher, Flint remembered Lying in the bed, watching Nancy Walk butt naked to the toilet across
The bedroom floor and slipping Out . . .
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January 04, 2010 01:28 AM EST --
Giggling, arm in arm on Saturday night, we walked into McDonald’s, its cheerful red and gold plastic almost edible.
“Big Mac,” said my husband and smiling down at me “My wife likes . . .
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January 04, 2010 05:51 AM EST --
I like this new group that writes snippits, it's a bit of a challenge and lot's of fun, I hope I get better at it. i have seen some great ones out there.
On the floor,
in my jammies
sharing . . .
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January 03, 2010 11:44 AM EST --
with your kisses I see stars
with your touch I feel heaven
when you hold me tight,
in your warm embrace,
I feel eternity, and
the presence of grace.
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January 04, 2010 07:21 AM EST --
If you played your cards Right you could have had Her, Davitt said, sitting comfy In the snug, his hand round a Glass of Jameson, his eye on Moonan who sat opposite
Sipping his porter like . . .
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January 03, 2010 12:48 PM EST --
I gather the tiny shards
spread on a black velvet matte
a jeweler of love
I open my palms to discover
it is your heart I hold there.....
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January 03, 2010 04:56 PM EST --
To be the lover and the loved... ahh~ you caught it~I had no doubt~
Our flesh held the quill, dipped the ink. and began to create and began to create a mirror of perfect love as it was in the beginning . . .
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October 13, 2009 07:00 PM EDT --
Brace the feet. Dig in. Borrow the strength of those who did stand.
As you will now.
Burrow it up your bones.
Root and claim. Daughter in experience. Place . . .
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January 04, 2010 04:47 AM EST --
here
inside the snowy landscape of my heart
not much is moving at the moment
i can hear the far away sound of a machine cleaning the snow away
making it melt
but inside . . .
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January 02, 2010 10:21 AM EST --
Leaving deep footprints;
My dog and I together
Walking in the snow.
(c) computer artist
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January 04, 2010 01:24 AM EST --
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January 03, 2010 07:15 PM EST --
FADED ROSE
By: Wilma Becraft
I'm fadin away like a rose, wiltin on my stem.
When the wind gently blows, my petals drift away from him.
As dewdrops fell on my petals . . .
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January 03, 2010 10:56 AM EST --
I’m older, not old
There’s my friend, my kid, his family
My family, my sister that loves to travel places the world I tell her I can see that on TV, I don’t need to also smell it, . . .
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January 03, 2010 08:01 PM EST --
Bitter taste of an afternoon
A moment streams down the roof. The noise
of rain enters. The northern window
opens its thirst. Is it you homing?
is it you a drenched bird is . . .
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December 16, 2009 04:44 PM EST --
Preservation dime, slippery edge time Swirling experience, resistance, growth Measures tone of child who smiles while singing Appreciation can atone, adorn Innocence
Rhapsody perhaps, mirrored photographs . . .
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February 27, 2009 11:18 AM EST --
The past is behind us,
And we are still together,
The future beckons,
And we know the promises we made,
Will be forever!
This is the first try at a poem, so be honest . . .
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December 19, 2009 09:35 AM EST --
Always questions, Too many from a voice too small. Never answers. A father left and took them all. Left to wonder. Wander in a search for endless why.
Always asking, The loving face pressed between . . .
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December 27, 2009 05:50 PM EST --
After senses report, After mind interprets, The 'now' that we know Is reality's 'then'.
What reality really was When it really was 'now'. . . Well it's too late to know, Now.
'Now' is a lie But . . .
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January 03, 2010 12:35 PM EST --
it is so hollow the place where once lived my heart waiting your return
is there any meaning left your absence leaves just a void
Michelle Wooten © 1-3-10 . . .
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