Tag: poetry
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December 19, 2009 02:41 AM EST --
A sample of a floral themed funeral service program that can contain poetry. Funeral programs can have many special selected poems for the deceased. Families generally utilize memorial service . . .
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December 18, 2009 04:03 PM EST --
For I will live just for today
No matter what the world will say
For I can only be right now
The best of choices to allow.
My body will . . .
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December 19, 2009 05:58 AM EST --
I am in a poetry workshop and the new topic is Sestinas , what I need from each of you is to post here, 6 words, any six words then I will try to create a sestina for each of your posts.
After I complete . . .
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December 18, 2009 11:35 AM EST --
I don't feel like being
nice today.
I'm in a nasty mood.
I feel like being
mean today.
I feel like
being rude.
copyright 2009 by Amy Gwen Kline
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December 18, 2009 10:15 AM EST --
All things expire in time.
Yet we go through the motions of life.
We act and we do.
We carry things through...
despite the pain & the strife.
copyright 2009 by Amy Gwen Kline
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December 18, 2009 10:33 PM EST --
For years you’ve been a friend of mine.
You cannot hear and I don’t sign.
We struggle to communicate:
to learn to sign I contemplate.
I act the fool and . . .
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December 19, 2009 07:49 AM EST --
You were a part of my dreams last night. We were in Africa or some place, helping to sow a field. There were many children helping us and as the day wore on and the sun . . .
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December 18, 2009 12:58 PM EST --
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into the snow he waddles with bread for the birds
2.
eyes downcast her breath makes tea leaves ripple and spread
3.
poem creeps on three feet of thought woodblock world . . .
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December 18, 2009 10:49 AM EST --
I'm getting
addicted
to your
voice.
To talking
with you
on the
phone.
It makes me
wonder
how things
will be
when we
can be
together
for . . .
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December 18, 2009 06:50 PM EST --
We wait, as Christians, for a miracle particularly during this time of Lent. And we wait, as a family, for a miracle for Jaci. I don't know the shape of that event. It might be in a healed body. Or it . . .
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December 13, 2009 09:36 PM EST --
I still look for you
as I walk along this
corridor. Bearing
books to instruct
for the living and
for the passed.
The clock strikes
. . .
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December 17, 2009 11:31 PM EST --
she was pretty
perched on the end barstool
her tiny words lilt a caged bird’s song,
content in her gilded eden.
he was tall, handsome
dark silks, attentively . . .
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December 18, 2009 12:07 PM EST --
Somewhere in the midst of the tears we cry
is a river that flows, strong and sure,
transporting our joy and pain
to a place where all becomes clear;
A river no longer . . .
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May 11, 2009 08:53 AM EDT --
We danced until the dawn devoured the dark
While drums and music ruled our glide and sway
We swirled and dipped and bowed and held and touched
The music danced . . .
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December 19, 2009 10:06 AM EST --
in my dream I was looking out at the ocean~
there was a boardwalk aquarium behind me
you walked up against my back
made of shadows
nothing distinct
you said . . .
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December 17, 2009 11:20 PM EST --
The Dance
My heartbeat quickens as you enter the room.
Tawny hair frames your face and
caresses your shoulders.
Eyes...green as olives with a blush of gold...
smile at . . .
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December 18, 2009 10:24 AM EST --
Today I want
to veg out.
To think of
nothing much.
My mind
draws
a blank.
Maybe some
colours
splashing
through
my mind.
But no words,
no ideas, . . .
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December 18, 2009 07:52 PM EST --
(Both the poems are inspired by Dawn Kilby)
Mystic radiations
If thoughts have radiations,
mass, weight, other physical
traces, facts, evidences
they would have pulled . . .
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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 15, 2009 11:21 AM EST --
She sits alone breathing in the pain
Tear drops run down cheeks like rain.
Is everything ok?
Maybe some day.
Where has all the time gone?
Why was I always the one.
The girl who falls every . . .
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