Tag: poetry
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December 11, 2009 05:16 AM EST --
Domine,
merge et converge
tempum et spacium
in substantiam unam,
inferus solem, coelim et lunam.
Ivan Petryshyn
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December 10, 2009 07:51 PM EST --
An uninvited foe has crept into my cell
Its evil covered shadows, hidden well.
I dare not ask what reason or intention
May lurk within this shady apparition. . . .
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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 11, 2009 11:34 AM EST --
Silent snow
weight makes trees bow low
in submission to the old man's blow
You can listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
hear its gentle pitter patter
but when old man winter rages . . .
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December 10, 2009 10:05 PM EST --
It means more to me to have the poems Than it ever did to have you. It means more to me that I could retain A measure of humanity In the midst of my recriminations. It means more to me that I am poor . . .
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December 10, 2009 03:01 PM EST --
My own love,
In wont's shimmering vision stands,
Just beyond the dim candle's cold light,
Ethereal,
Beyond reach,
Of time's gnarled hands,
Spirit, taunting me,
Each tortured, eternal, damned . . .
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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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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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January 17, 2009 07:51 AM EST --
Pulse
in the velvet darkness of this space
know that nothing painful can subsist
if haunted stains soak rotted floors I lift my head
if death points fingers . . .
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January 31, 2009 06:31 AM EST --
You sit there, unmoving heaviness,
once poised delicately on the edge of happiness,
now plunged into mechanical existence by this crushing albatross.
Such despair as it . . .
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February 21, 2009 07:24 AM EST --
You fall out of bed onto the wooden floor and under the bed there is just enough shadow to detect those flashing eyes, that insincere smile, that mask-like face. It scratches you. Spits . . .
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March 14, 2009 08:31 AM EDT --
Régime, goddess queen of the night, she shines
wrapped in her silky soul-skin, a wild woman
of the sacred obscene, her spirit
out of hiding, resplendent in color,
a luscious rainbow . . .
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March 25, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
It was the sunshine through the rain
That relieved the grief from the pain
Reminded me of a fresh tomorrow
While dealing with today's sorrow
Falling asleep to the sound of thunder . . .
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March 27, 2009 11:29 PM EDT --
There are a million little things I long to say
But your silence is all I hear on this fine day
It's funny how silence gets to be so loud
To myself, then, I say those things aloud
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April 04, 2009 07:34 AM EDT --
No one saw it coming the day I vanished.
It gathered in my heart when I felt the icy tip of your jagged knife pierce
the tender surface of my weary skin.
It furtively transformed itself . . .
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April 05, 2009 03:25 PM EDT --
She was the type of girl who wanted it all
The perfect guy, the security of home
Instead what she got was the reality of life
Poverty stricken, wasn't wanted to be a wife
So . . .
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