Tag: prose-poetry
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September 09, 2009 10:42 AM EDT --
No one ever needed to shoot God bullets into my heart. Offering lilacs would have done the job as well or better. Westminister church. I sat in God's house expecting to recieve color and fragrance from . . .
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July 21, 2009 02:23 PM EDT --
It looked like cowardice to some who carried signs marching 'came out' to families, friends and employers proud and you must know it.
In retrospect I was wrong thinking their acts were only their own . . .
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June 30, 2007 09:13 AM EDT --
My kung fu is very strong
Bongggg!
I’ve been at it so long
Bonggggg!
It plays in my head like a song
Bongggg!
I can right every wrong
Bonggggg!
Even jack up King Kong
Bonggggggg!
And save . . .
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February 13, 2008 08:33 AM EST --
Though I am very much a beginner poet, I really started big. Investigating the Haiku was interesting to say the least, now, I can't seem to shake it. Haiku sprinkles itself all over my attempts at . . .
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October 01, 2009 01:36 PM EDT --
Looking out my window
In October's golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.
Leaves are saying soft goodbyes,
As they come floating down,
To make a nature's carpet, . . .
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January 02, 2010 02:43 PM EST --
The playful aspect of boy
in the man
was a saturated ink of movement
down the waterslide of his mind
her pen dripped a song into the fragrant perfume
of . . .
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July 17, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
I’ve mown down the weeds or should I say
The brown patches of parched grass
That have so ill spoken of the sun’s rays.
The downtrodden perennials once having proudly displayed
Nature’s . . .
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August 18, 2009 01:03 PM EDT --
By seed and nut, bough and leaf, vine and tree; by these things, and the stars, the moon, the sun, by earth and sky:
I swear my story to be true.
I was a child when they came for me at my mother's . . .
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September 15, 2009 07:12 AM EDT --
We have shared some fine adventures you and I.
Traveling together in parallel lives
Crisscrossing often
all types of terrain.
We meet again here
today.
Sharing company before the sun . . .
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March 11, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
This prose poem is dedicated to that magnifique intellectual and poet par excellence, John Walter. Who I'm in love with. Isn't every woman on Gather? Ahh... some of the lines in this piece came . . .
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June 24, 2007 11:52 AM EDT --
Light catches diamonds in the fabric sewn in diagonal rows with a round disc of thread at each intersection. Discs that gleam like the sun at noon or during an eclipse, depending if the light is outside . . .
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May 04, 2006 06:24 PM EDT --
Oh brightest star, Earth is out in heaven. A wild world born is still a world. World, why won't I please organize the features in the order of lightest to darkest? Will the darkness devour me? . . .
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August 16, 2009 07:13 PM EDT --
It's flying by
Slowly
Day by day
The little girl
The little boy
Grew and flew away
It's flown by
So quickly
Year by year
It seemed just yesterday
One blink of the eye
And it's all . . .
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December 31, 2009 11:56 AM EST --
It's been quite a path of the hominid detached
the hominid retranced
the hominid in act
inactions digging down
actions reaching up
caught in a petard where one would think . . .
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February 10, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome. . . .
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July 30, 2006 02:01 PM EDT --
...red spots develop under my cheeks, and as I powder them they become raised wheels, one on each side, which the thick powder whitens, six spokes, a central hub and an outer wheel, a relief scultpure . . .
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August 08, 2006 12:07 AM EDT --
As the breeze plays the leaves like a wind chime, pushing back their pale milky undersides, the whole tree swaying, a dancer's arms held high, gently bending backwards and forwards, the leaves flipping . . .
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September 01, 2006 11:51 AM EDT --
Tonality of the moon. The deep listening to the speaking that is witheld in the voice. What hides in the silence that isn't silent. Where the gasp, retreat, plummeting. Clouds mull over the moon, concealing . . .
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September 12, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
In the unfathomableness of what happens to us as we live our lives, the places where we are so profoundly jolted we can barely understand what the forward momentum should be if we are to remain free of, . . .
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September 26, 2006 09:38 PM EDT --
Retitled my latest prose poem:
Writings of 'Who'
I have no intention of leaving Gather, even if I find Blogspot's Terms of Service more 'author-friendly.' Gather is a vibrant and . . .
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