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May 15, 2013 09:47 AM UTC --
Mother’s Birthday Book
These are the days we line in sand
above the breaker’s roar,
first, with scratches we made last year
then one fine tidbit more
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August 20, 2012 10:00 PM UTC --
Drizzle city, make it green show my eyes a little sheen through the panes of third grade class where I watch from streaming glass
I’ll get out there late today smell the fragrance of the bay . . .
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June 01, 2012 08:38 PM UTC --
Slate clouds scud southward
lampoon meadow lifts and falls
barely high enough
above to keep brave tigers
bright and free of foggy coats
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May 27, 2012 03:55 PM UTC --
There I was in the park
riding my bike before dinner and dark
when I found myself perched in a leafy gum tree
grinning like mad at mom, you see,
who had drawn out her camera . . .
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March 25, 2012 03:33 PM UTC --
We all have our moments at the end of day When we lay in the dark with our fears at bay ...
After bullets have flown, some even our way, there's a spirit within we let out to play ...
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February 16, 2012 11:47 AM UTC --
For a farthing For a pound For an ort upon the ground For a handshake For a smile For a dance that's heaven bound I give what'ere I can to sense You know I'm gently crowned
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January 16, 2012 04:21 PM UTC --
The poor fella just couldn't help it!
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January 06, 2012 12:24 PM UTC --
“Wind-song” or “whistle” The composer girds to learn Wool collar flipped high What silvery notes to play Life vetted by winter fits
© 2012 Jim Ross
*Feeling . . .
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November 18, 2011 12:13 PM UTC --
If she didn't knock A hairy foot on the deck And turn her face up I'd never have known her love Or the press of her hunger
Copyright 2011 Jim Ross
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January 04, 2011 01:33 AM UTC --
Billy Collins seems to be on a single-minded quest to create poems to transport body and soul into his preface quote by Henry James: “My idea of paradise is a perfect automobile/going thirty . . .
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January 03, 2011 08:23 PM UTC --
Damned if it didn’t happen to me. It’s been a time coming, I admit, and friends have warned more than once with words such as these:
Those busses, the stations, just rabbit-warren rides . . .
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January 03, 2011 06:31 PM UTC --
Here is Sonora--
Its gold rush streets and side alleys,
tin roofs and sandstone walls
oohed by awed tourists;
pawed by hands hard with lust
dusted in yellow, . . .
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January 02, 2011 11:54 AM UTC --
If Maggie can leave so can anyone
with wheels and skill and a desire
to breathe air in other places.
But why should she make the trip
from all who care for her and
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January 01, 2011 02:40 PM UTC --
Glorious journey melodic as any grass whispers before sleep
Copyright 2011 Jim Ross
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September 24, 2010 11:56 AM UTC --
The bitter wind gives chase to win its prey,
to stop it in its tracks and turn it white,
to slow it to the season’s inclination
to pause and fix what life has overwrought,
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September 21, 2010 02:03 PM UTC --
Today
Calls on readers
To fret and resurrect
Cold memories of work sweated
Reawakened speaker-passions and views
To tremble membranes seeking truth
Transformed by questing minds . . .
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June 26, 2010 10:08 PM UTC --
Doldrums vex my soul
Just as heat saps it …
Good, freshening wind
Strains my sails with joy,
Slakes my endless thirst.
Where . . .
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June 26, 2010 01:52 PM UTC --
Volume Heaps of foolscap A Vesuvius spew Scribble vast quantities of crap Whoo-hoo!
(c) 2010 Jim Ross
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June 25, 2010 07:20 PM UTC --
Moisture bids farewell
Emeralds blanch and flower
Hues greet snowy scud
© 2010 Jim Ross
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June 25, 2010 09:39 AM UTC --
Raindrops pelt covers Music beats to gnarly oaks Mist veils all but peace
(c) 2010 Jim Ross
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