Tag: poem
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December 22, 2009 04:10 AM EST --
this morning
i look out at the snow below
and i find myself
missing the holy land
with its palm trees
and flying bats on summer nights
with its light rain
on winter days
with the soft . . .
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December 21, 2009 06:45 PM EST --
our power is
at times like this
to be able to stop and say
no, this wont do
i dont want
i dont want this at all
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December 22, 2009 04:01 AM EST --
breaking down like joseph
when he had met the brothers
who had sold him to the egyptians
hiding the silver cup in the beloved brother's bag
then finding it
waiting for . . .
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December 22, 2009 04:06 AM EST --
"Know where you come from and where you are going to "
Hillel
No
i can not meet you now
i am busy meeting myself
somewhere i have not been
for some time
somewhere . . .
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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 22, 2009 04:35 AM EST --
Doctor Stupenny relented And let you out of the locked Ward: no more self-harming Now, he said, that morning After a consultation brief, But deep, his shitebrown Eyes moving over you like A snail, . . .
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December 21, 2009 01:48 PM EST --
When we talk
on the phone
or write letters,
I'm fine.
We giggle
and we click
perfectly.
But if we're apart
more than
a day or two,
I serioiusly
wonder . . .
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December 20, 2009 04:27 PM EST --
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December 21, 2009 05:07 PM EST --
t wo dozen roses
one red
one orange
The mainstation
cold
the store was closing down for the night
i was buying fruit from the fruit stand;
bananas
King Alexander . . .
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December 14, 2009 04:54 PM EST --
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Dull black tile scum fattens in circles water left to stand.
2.
Down to this: my heart and the wind rag and bone.
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cocktails at the bar we play catch with faces
4.
another day down . . .
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December 18, 2009 12:58 PM EST --
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into the snow he waddles with bread for the birds
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eyes downcast her breath makes tea leaves ripple and spread
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poem creeps on three feet of thought woodblock world . . .
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December 10, 2009 10:30 AM EST --
Since SOME people didn't think I should repost my Christmas Newsletter from last year , I decided to make amends . . .
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December 21, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Xmas - Twas the night before Christmas Poem author Controversy!
There was up to date controversy over the authorship of most famed Xmas poem ever written'Twas the night before Christmas' originally . . .
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December 21, 2009 02:16 AM EST --
She was almost tempted To jump from the bridge Despite the crowds that Passed, despite the coldness And filth of the water below, But she didn’t; she walked On and slit her wrists in the Hospital . . .
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December 21, 2009 01:45 PM EST --
She's so negative.
She's my friend
but I don't
like being around her.
When she asks
how I am
I want to turn around
& run
because I know
she's going to
complain . . .
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November 03, 2009 11:22 PM EST --
Forty people moved today
Their souls thrown out to die
I have until midnight to pay
It’s ten below, landlord…pass me by!
. . .
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March 03, 2008 04:22 PM EST --
Maggie's going crazy
Barking at the trees.
Got to get the camera
See what I can see.
Think there's a raccoon there.
Think maybe there's . . .
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December 21, 2009 10:55 AM EST --
Once I'd had a love intensity unmatched its loss was far above what I'd experienced I took away lessons swore never to forget eventually moved on except for the regret I drilled into myself the need to . . .
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March 06, 2008 07:36 PM EST --
MONKEY CHESS
Monkey chess at the witch's house
we sit and sip and stare
The tea is hot, the game unique
and we try to wait out our player
The wasp moves . . .
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April 23, 2008 05:04 PM EDT --
This is another poem I wrote in my "younger years" to my Grandpa. I didn't realize just how many I'd written to him. It isn't the greatest poem looking at it now... but there . . .
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