Tag: poem
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December 11, 2009 08:51 AM EST --
When The Snow Falls
I tune the radio to a good jazz station. The sky is low and gray and snow begins to fall with a faint ticking sound as it hits the dry leaves. I hold my breath and listen. . . .
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December 11, 2009 11:45 AM EST --
Your aching absence is like
being so, so thirsty
and the object I desire is a glass
of cool, clear water sitting in view
but out of reach. I attempt
distractions, but
can’t . . .
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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 11, 2009 05:36 AM EST --
Magdalene Murphy carved Her initials and those of Another, into the bark of an Oak tree, with the penknife She stole from her father’s
Toolbox in the shed. He’d Not missed it, least . . .
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December 11, 2009 06:42 AM EST --
The town was like any other, Full of people you didn’t know And didn’t want to know, at least Not too well, and the hotel clerk
Gave you the usual talk, his eyes Moving up and down . . .
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December 11, 2009 08:33 AM EST --
Took a Drive Today,
Made my annual trek to a small, desolate place formerly known as a town, parked close by the one highway that runs through . . .
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December 10, 2009 10:04 PM EST --
~Merry Christmas To You~(2) (Monchielle)
It's Christmas time again Time to rejoice and cheer Share with family friends Think of Christ the Savior Pray good will for all men
It's Christmas time . . .
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July 20, 2008 08:31 PM EDT --
He wasn't the tallest, the smartest or the handsomest,
But, he had a great sense of humor.
He wasn't the best bread winner, he sometimes lost his temper,
But, he made me feel special. . . .
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December 10, 2009 01:05 PM EST --
You’ve gone on home...you’re there from away.
Your heart was so home-sick, it got in the way...
You're missing the ones that you love and you know
and all of the . . .
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December 10, 2009 03:38 PM EST --
To wit...to who...to wherever sent...
my love is all gone...it has all been spent
and here I was thinking I had aught to spare;
enough of it yet was still waiting there.
I dug . . .
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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 10, 2009 02:50 PM EST --
'Twas the night before Christmas, and up on my shelves were ferrets so merry, I thought they were elves They pushed off the presents, I'd placed there with care and now all the scarves were . . .
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December 11, 2009 02:20 AM EST --
Drip, Drip, Drip - (c) queen.susan
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip;
The icicles start to melt
Glistening in the sun.
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July 09, 2007 11:50 PM EDT --
For once, I wish.
My life was clear.
My heart is frozen and my mind is gone.
The beat fighting to come out.
My mind is wanting to explain.
life is at a stand still.
With no where to go.
Open a door . . .
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July 24, 2007 02:30 AM EDT --
There is so much in my mind
cluttering and hiding inside
So much I want to say
but somehow get lost along the way
Noone will listen or try to understand
How can they? When even I am unsure
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December 08, 2007 03:28 PM EST --
TRUNCATED SONNET TO A CHOPPED OFF HEAD
When your head is chopped off, how long do you live
far from your lungs, there is still air in your brain
for a few minutes, maybe, . . .
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December 14, 2007 11:29 AM EST --
FALLOW DEER, FOREST BIRD
Fallow deer, quick beast, nibble in fear
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December 20, 2007 03:52 PM EST --
HOW CLICHÉ
The rocking chair rocked
all by itself
(I always like it when
that happens - not only
is there comfort
in the routine of ghosts
but there . . .
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March 04, 2008 10:41 AM EST --
APROPOS AND APPOSITE
I am irritating, it's an uncomfortable fact I deny.
I am provincial, but I will establish myself with my suit.
I am educated, but . . .
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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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