Tag: poem
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October 13, 2008 01:07 AM EDT --
Not sure what to name this but I just came up with it...
Too much, it's all too
much. There is pain
and joy all mashed
together. I'm on
a rollercoaster climbing
faster up the hill . . . more
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October 14, 2008 04:17 PM EDT --
The staff of humility leans on
Mother Earth making her rounds
Hear the wind
Hear the land
Hear the people
And gentle kindness in many a heart
In our world
Sharing
Feels the flight of . . . more
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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 . . . more
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September 30, 2008 04:23 PM EDT --
Waiting is a game
when we win it's pleasure
when we loose it's pain
waiting is a game.
The game begins when mother waits for the new babe
when lover waits for the new love
when . . . more
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June 10, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
When she sees him,
her first thought
is of the myth of the Yup'ik
and the hundreds of words
they have for snow.
It seems unfair that English
does not provide her
with hundreds . . . more
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May 06, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Hail Spring
Morning showers
Tender blossoms open
Pastel reflections skim the pond
The wind chimes and mourning doves harmonize
Lilacs recreate heaven's scent
Branches boast soft spring . . . more
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August 04, 2008 10:17 PM EDT --
Wrapped in her cocoon
She hides from the world
Nothing to fear
Afraid of everything
She waits
For her chance
To emerge
And become something new
Her day will come
To fly away
To face . . . more
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October 14, 2008 08:39 PM EDT --
Closing the door as he leaves
Summer's gone
And the sun
And the son
And the kitchen awaits
And her fate
Is in kettles and pans
And the washing of hands
So she sees . . . more
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January 07, 2007 11:56 PM EST --
So quiet and calm
So peaceful yet strange
A sense of fear and excitement
I walk on
Spirits and whispers
Wind in the leaves
Trees bending down
I walk on
Turns and steps
Rivers and . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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
. . . more
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August 01, 2007 12:23 AM EDT --
when i first came here
i brought nothing more
than hope and optimism.
it was squeezed out of me
like toothpaste.
perhaps i thought too much
analyzed too much
worried too much.
i was drawn in
then . . . more
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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, . . . more
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December 14, 2007 11:29 AM EST --
FALLOW DEER, FOREST BIRD
Fallow deer, quick beast, nibble in fear
. . . more
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December 18, 2007 05:39 PM EST --
SNOW
He sits at his expensive guitar but won't play,
he doesn't want to make any noise.
He forgot his car, he won't drive,
he doesn't want to get . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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. . . . more
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