Tag: stream
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October 09, 2008 12:58 PM EDT --
We have this lovely little stream that runs through the center of our town. If you park in the bank parking lot, you can see it right outside of your car. I thought it was so lovely, that a few weeks . . . more
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June 06, 2007 02:04 PM EDT --
I lie alone, eyes wide
body crumbling beneath the weight
of imagined demons
You cross forgotten deserts
scorched deities ignoring
your noble farce
The buddha’s eyes narrow
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October 17, 2006 09:30 PM EDT --
no progress on moving forward with writing. still medicated. still anxious and distracted. still alone. still alive. this is a stream from my consciousness (slightly modified)......
He's dumbfounded . . . more
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February 22, 2007 11:23 PM EST --
i feel like writing.
this is a good thing. i have whittled myself down to a thin but solid core. i am here. i am strong. and i can't be blown away.
i am starting here and i am not sure what will . . . more
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August 02, 2007 12:06 PM EDT --
Demon tongue arise!
Swallow flames of victory
Taste the dying light
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December 05, 2007 07:49 AM EST --
Promises can take concrete meanings or entirely abstract ones. I rarely write the way I did here. I am trying different forms of writings. Please do feel free to tell me your opinions.
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November 05, 2006 10:40 AM EST --
Avant You
avant i want
& if you
i am becoming
my love's dying
body okra tomatoes
sweet corn sunflower
to my sin, love . . . more
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July 19, 2007 07:48 PM EDT --
life is so funny how it speeds up and then slows down to these raw glimpses of light and shadow. today i was watching how everything glows when it is immersed in light. the pavement, an old plastic bag, . . . more
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August 31, 2006 04:22 PM EDT --
scrying
Even the most brilliant nights
dancing foaming waves enhanced by moonlight
swirling into my most beauteous dreams
breath escapes me
panic drinks me in
foaming waves belying undertow
suffocating . . . more
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August 06, 2006 08:58 AM EDT --
She lies prostrate, drifting into my dreams: her impudent pudenda, an open, intricately carved flower.
Bees and stinging things live within,
waiting for the soft whisper of invitation. . . . more
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October 28, 2006 02:19 PM EDT --
I am writing something. Not a swan song, and not, not me. But - I will post it here - every stanza - as it happens. And finally. Some.Of.You.May.Comment.
That too, will go into the next stanza. And. &&& . . . more
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June 23, 2007 07:29 PM EDT --
I'm trying to get my mind around
Some other people's poetry on the computer,
In order to figure what to send them of mine
To try and get published,
While drowning out the other voices in my mind; . . . more
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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. . . . more
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October 18, 2006 05:48 AM EDT --
Majestic mountain
Glorious foliage unveils
Winding stream drifts yon
Curvaceous pathway taunts man
Rugged, yet feminine blend.
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October 30, 2006 08:55 PM EST --
I wrote this poem after reading Will Evan's Superscendance - a culmination of various Gather poets that he "gathered" for an informal, private contest. I was inspired by the photos . . . more
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August 18, 2007 09:48 AM EDT --
Terra firma, Firm terra,
Dusty earth beneath our unsure feet.
Autumnal breeze,
Whisper of branches trembling free
On the edge of a sturdy oak.
Sun drenched desert hovers,
Casts shadows on steeple . . . more
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November 11, 2007 05:27 PM EST --
The Return of the Bad Band Names …..
Here we go again folks, with my never-ending fictional list of bad band . . . more
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January 17, 2008 03:11 PM EST --
A watercolor painting of my photo!!! I am so excited!!!!
Joseph E. Scalia, moments before calamity struck did me the great honor of doing a watercolor of my photo of this bridge . . . more
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March 10, 2008 04:11 PM EDT --
Yes, It is a mad eternity.
But you must love the thousand tiny moments.
Picture a smooth road
Trudge through the fluff
As true vision stares still
And asks "Why moon from behind time? . . . more
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April 29, 2008 12:51 AM EDT --
You are an old man.
You are a young man.
You are a woman. A mother. A child.
You are a family. You have lived as a pauper, as a prince, as a dream, as a nightmare.
You have died.
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