Tag: poetry
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November 07, 2009 11:00 AM EST --
Dio mio, Dio mio, e chiunque io sia, e chiunque odi me, c'e soltanto una via per amare Te: fare quello che Tu chiedi e capire che Tu vedi e ascolti tutte le cose, le angosce, le ingiustizie, gli amori, . . .
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November 07, 2009 02:23 PM EST --
Trenches are dug deep
Fences are placed beyond reach
We do need to do our share
Fill our share of pinch the gaps within
Hear clear I, amazed
Ecclesiatic sounds as they me reach
Closed . . .
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November 07, 2009 11:21 AM EST --
This is another piece that I was thinking of using for one of the stories. I have to come up with something interesting.
In your walk your head held high, you're acting like you've got something . . .
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November 07, 2009 12:09 AM EST --
Alleluia becomes clearer, different everywhere, from God's high invincibility
justifying kindness, looking more noble, often Peace quietly rises, sounding
trumpets used, verifying when . . .
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November 06, 2009 11:50 PM EST --
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Alleluia the chorus
Bellows loudly
Clearly sounding
Differently as it is heard
Everywhere sent
From . . .
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November 07, 2009 04:09 AM EST --
I climbed the last outstretched hand of Mt Olympus
The earth and sea was far below and mist swept.
Diana looked to me as if she knew me.
Nature in her breast and longbow rested at her side.
As . . .
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November 07, 2009 09:14 AM EST --
My obsession for this prompt is one of my telescopes, a 1976 Tele Vue Renaissance 4 inch brass refractor. It’s the Halley’s comet commemorative model.
“I don’t . . .
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November 07, 2009 01:20 PM EST --
Walter Mitty-esque existence
one day blends with the next
inured and numb
...under life’s thumb
with life banal I’m vexed
myopically I stare ahead
for tunnel's . . .
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November 07, 2009 11:59 AM EST --
we see them everywhere as we walk through our urban haunts
...lying on subway grates...
...sleeping wherever they passed out the night before
...sitting dejected
...head down
...hand . . .
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November 06, 2009 02:25 PM EST --
drinking T&T
Dancing
Eating out food piled up high with Pizza on a platform Above
sharing talking
It’s Friday again
fun galore where’s the music
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November 07, 2009 03:01 PM EST --
Through the garden she walks, a lovely girl.
But the wind insists on making her hair a mess.
Roses fill each row of the cobblestone paths between the roses.
As she walks by in a rose-colored . . .
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November 06, 2009 01:15 AM EST --
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November 06, 2009 12:11 PM EST --
She steps out of the steamy kitchen
puts down her pestle
gazes out the picture window
Cool, verdant, sumptuous garden in the rain where the daylilly blooms
A green lady in a Hanfu gown . . .
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November 07, 2009 03:38 AM EST --
5.0 out of 5 stars A ROAD WORTH TRAVELING: A REVIEW OF NIAMA WILLIAMS’ THE JOURNEY May 18, 2009
By Doni Tamblyn author of LAUGH AND LEARN
If a poet were to write an autobiography, what . . .
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November 05, 2009 07:31 AM EST --
Always being confrontational
Despite every friendly gesture,
Her innate jealousy
Kindled little meaningful nurturance
Or propitious quality response. . . .
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November 06, 2009 01:05 PM EST --
One of the Little One's homework assignments this week - write a poem or riddle using at least 10 open syllables.
Mom, help me write a poem.
What do you think I am; a poet? . . .
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November 29, 2008 07:08 AM EST --
love him grateful
on bended knees
with purple eye
and matching tie
love him grateful
with bursting lips
drenched in tears
and sodden fears
loathe . . .
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December 06, 2008 08:28 AM EST --
tip toe
weary ballerina frame so fine
with faded fettered feet
so delicious you can eat
her woeful silent steps just one at a time.
tip-toe, tip-toe
fettered . . .
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December 13, 2008 06:36 AM EST --
soliloquy
It is not your love that breathes me in and out.
I stand by myself, strong in the shadow of the night.
In the house of hearts.
If your gift is to devour me inside out, . . .
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January 10, 2009 07:06 PM EST --
A Letter To My Keeper
Dear Keeper and Monster Within
When I was a child I didn't know who you were ~ didn't know that you existed ~ and therefore you did not. Not in my mind, . . .
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