Tag: poem
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November 20, 2009 03:08 PM EST --
There is the going Over of events Time after time. There Is the way he left You high and hung out To dry without last Kiss or fond goodbye.
There is the laying In bed till early Hours pretending . . .
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November 20, 2009 02:09 PM EST --
Coffee beans crackle round the silver bowl, morning sharpens on the grounds.
On a bright midwinter day each breath cuts into the nose.
Hardscrabble sound squirrel takes refuge above grey tail aquiver. . . .
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November 20, 2009 06:30 PM EST --
Orbs
Like the orbs of soap from my daughter's bubble pipe,
I feel you grow within me,
cell by cell
and plasma after new plasma.
I wrap my arms around myself
knowing you . . .
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November 19, 2009 12:29 PM EST --
The glue
Sticky
Stuck
Still moist
Pliable
Fragrant
There
That one
See it?
Kind of white in color
Roped
Like taffy
There
Between those souls
Between . . .
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November 20, 2009 08:30 AM EST --
The razor was the kind painters use
…to scrape windows
…sharp edge on one side only…
stainless steel and gleaming as she
drew it slowly across her arm…
not . . .
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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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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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November 19, 2009 03:30 PM EST --
There is time for doing And a time for undoing; A time to let kisses come And a time to let them Freeze on another’s lips.
You watch others kiss And embrace now, see Them through the . . .
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November 16, 2009 09:31 PM EST --
leftover lasagna
lettuce pray
loving laughter
how was your day?
lingering dishes
clutter the sink
antique roadshow
wine to drink
another . . .
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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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April 21, 2008 07:25 PM EDT --
Talk to me
I'll listen with care
Compassion and mercy
If you're willing to share.
Hold onto me
I won't let you fall
Protection and safety
Any time you should . . .
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April 21, 2008 07:33 PM EDT --
Covered with dust
Untouched for so long
The old rocking chair
Where Grandma used to sing her songs.
She cradled me
In her lap I would sit
Comforted and happy
A perfect fit. . . .
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April 22, 2008 12:19 AM EDT --
I forgot to forget you
I realized today
When trying hard not to recall
You were there anyways.
Yet in my thoughts
I close my eyes and see you
I think long of you gone
But . . .
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April 22, 2008 12:31 AM EDT --
A shimmer glides across the pond
The frog croaks to it a song
Upon damp lily pad he rests
Hops on his way - I digress
A vision I hope to you impress.
See the image in your mind . . .
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