Tag: poetry
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August 16, 2008 11:31 AM EDT --
There he lay on the pavement
spreadeagled in the noonday sun
like an egg that didnt
hit the pan right,
the yolk leaking from the center.
this is and is not Humtey Dumptey
the man who knew too . . . more
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August 20, 2008 09:33 PM EDT --
Sometimes I feel part woman, part child...
bound in pain,
baptized by tears,
aching for something I cannot describe.
I look in the mirror
and . . . more
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August 12, 2008 09:11 PM EDT --
Luck opened doors and played the hand
And carried me to foreign land
And gave me words to understand
But it was only luck.
Luck restored the failing child
And calmed . . . more
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May 06, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
Friends come and go but enemies accumulate
Use and abuse me, but oops! What if I retaliate?
Can you draw your weapon before I shoot you down?
Can you stare back if I growl and frown? . . . more
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May 18, 2007 03:38 PM EDT --
Whispers across the breeze, painted with the scent of daffodils and clover to warm my soul, just after the rain.
Carefree thoughts dwindle through the vats I call my brain, eyes heavy, . . . more
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May 29, 2007 04:01 PM EDT --
There I see the lucid reflections of so many that stand so proud, never giving an inch only to be swallowed by the beast of pride.
So loud and proud that this is who they are that if the slightest wind . . . more
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June 22, 2007 12:29 PM EDT --
droplets springing smoothly,
slowly down they fall.
But to there suprise,
they are carried up again.
Was I that heard,
this soundful shower.
That carried on,
Throughout the hour.
When that day . . . more
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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April 19, 2008 04:02 PM EDT --
Alone is where I am,
Nothing more left for me,
It is how it should be.
Rough around the edges I am,
Lost is a web and emotionally dead,
Tomorrow I do dread.
Different you are, . . . more
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August 01, 2008 05:38 AM EDT --
I had some medical issues that required me to get a lot of medical procedures involving needles and such. I wrote this poem while undergoing
Silence
If I go to the edge of my eyes
. . . more
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August 15, 2008 03:41 PM EDT --
I suppose some of you might not be familiar with this item from past years, but when I was growing up you didn't have bug sprays, Just the old fly swatter and fly paper. It is tricky being around . . . more
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August 21, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
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When the frogs die
When the skies darken
When the canopy opens
When the bat eats its last insect
When the song sparrow is silenced
When the sun is blurred black
When the . . . more
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April 06, 2006 07:58 AM EDT --
Bob Dylan is more than a singer/songwriter. He is an accomplished and gifted poet. I bought my first Bob Dylan album when I was 10 years old. Living in Seattle in 1963, a hotbed . . . more
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February 28, 2007 12:42 PM EST --
In my previous article, Rare Allurement, I posted part of an old poem that was found on an old cabin door. The author of this timeless poem is unknown but I imagine it was someone who loved his time . . . more
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August 12, 2007 11:50 AM EDT --
R each the stars and fly me across the moon
Abeautiful melody pass through this destiny
J ust for pretending the sadness smile
E nclose the dreams for all memories
N ear me a fairies sleep like an angel . . . more
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September 09, 2007 04:21 AM EDT --
Lead me thru the garden gate and show me what grows there.
Or' the walls grown grey with age hang stalks of maiden hair.
Take my hand my one true love I am yours . . . more
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October 21, 2007 10:18 AM EDT --
Discuss the process of self-discovery in poetry .... there's a wide open essay question, eh?
I actually have specific poets to address (Frost & Yeats).... but my first step, I think, is trying . . . more
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October 25, 2007 05:26 PM EDT --
The Point is one of the oldest sections of Newport, going right back to the 1640s. Most of the houses on the lower end of the Point are restored colonials going back into the 1700s. Farther up Shingle . . . more
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January 30, 2008 04:30 PM EST --
When my time on earth is past and my
Ashes have been scattered to the wind,
Will you recall the sound of my voice and
Hear it echo somewhere in the distance?
Will your arms . . . more
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