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July 16, 2009 03:15 PM EDT --
And you and me are still young
Enough to really live, my love.
We are simply entering another
Season of emotion.
The years only beginning
To gray what they have claimed
And have been . . .
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May 21, 2009 03:37 PM EDT --
"The Worst Things:
To lie in bed and sleep not.
To want for one who comes not.
To try to please and please not."
--Egyptian Proverb
It fades in and fades . . .
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March 13, 2009 05:25 PM EDT --
Note - Dedicated to Wade A. for encouraging me to get out of a creative slump --
primarily caused by the chronic pain of prolonged health problems -- with his poem, The Tide.
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February 07, 2009 12:57 AM EST --
Note . I've been going through a dry spell for some time now. As I was waiting for my muse to inspire, I just scribbled a few lines out of sheer frustration. Here they are:
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January 31, 2009 05:10 PM EST --
My friend came by the other day.
As a leaf in the wind he has blown
From street to street,
Town to town.
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December 02, 2008 06:02 PM EST --
Note. I posted this poem last year at about this time and thought it fitting to repost.
The last few dying leaves of Autumn
Desperately clutching their sterile life-line
Like . . .
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November 19, 2008 02:29 PM EST --
I am weakened without Imagination
Which lifts me above the bitter waters
I have drunk from like a thirsty deer that
Ignores the faint acridity and laps the coolness
Till its mid-section . . .
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October 30, 2008 11:46 PM EDT --
Disclaimer. This poem is not intended to be
about any particular election, party or candidate.
Cast your ballot for
Your party's running mates.
Strange bedfellows in . . .
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July 16, 2008 09:28 PM EDT --
Listening as the
Sea hears the moon
--Cascading flow and
Ebb undertow
Melded in
Orgasmic
Tortured ecstasy.
Creating
A thousand words
For . . .
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July 02, 2008 09:09 PM EDT --
Never thought I'd see the day,
My flesh and blood introduced
To the great machine
I had known
Or rather
Observed from
A distance my entire life.
A pre-teen . . .
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June 19, 2008 07:57 PM EDT --
So still she lies, sleeping.
Cold, lonely wind crying outside,
Seeking solace in the warmth
Of our home, finding only that
It devours by its own devices
What it so desperately . . .
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June 11, 2008 05:53 PM EDT --
Yesterday The streets were wider
Now so narrow. I would go To the place of mystery Is gone.
Truths revealed. The wide-eyed wonder Of a child dissolved Into the eyes Of that distant dream . . .
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May 23, 2008 04:31 PM EDT --
Here I am bleeding again Taken aback by mortal fear. Staring at faith Staged by hope. Pouring rain on visceral cage- The sound of deep Calling to deep.
Repressed feelings buried by time. Epitaph . . .
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May 19, 2008 03:53 PM EDT --
Jewish victims of Nazi blight.
Gases still burning them in memories chamber.
Living witnesses a dying breed.
--Daniel I. Tucker
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May 14, 2008 04:24 PM EDT --
Shake me
Please
Somebody shake me.
Awaken me
From this febrile trance
Furtively pilfering my
Heart's old treasure
Once guarded by
Comforting spirits
Of warm hopes and
Beliefs . . .
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March 29, 2008 01:27 PM EDT --
Where is my voice
That gives meaning
To my name?
It is lost in the echoes
The sound of a
Crying shame.
I try to pinpoint the time,
Channels I was
Passing through,
When I could . . .
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March 20, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
I sat by the bedside the day my father died.
The cancer that had riddled
His soul now had complete control.
He fought kicking and screaming the night the
Ambulance . . .
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March 11, 2008 04:00 PM EDT --
When the mountain
I am afraid to climb
The ropes and tackles
In abundance be.
In perfect shape
My body and mind
Not a weak link
In the expedition.
But when the mountain . . .
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February 20, 2008 02:45 PM EST --
It's not somewhere over the rainbow
Or beyond Mother's breath.
It's not in the devices of ancient
Or modern hands.
I almost touched it in my pathos
A few times-- gravel bed filtering
A bitter . . .
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February 08, 2008 12:10 PM EST --
My friend came by the other day.
As a leaf in the wind he has blown
From street to street
Town to town.
A wanderer he may be but not at heart--
He longs to be attached to a tree
Any . . .
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