Tag: weekly muse
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May 17, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
It was three years back
when I had met you,
you were in yellow
And I hugged you.
You gave me a rose of friendship
A touch and warmth,
I was new to this world
Together we walked . . .
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November 25, 2007 09:53 PM EST --
A young girl wrote her first poem when she was between the ages of 8-10 yrs old. It meant so very much to her that she put it on an ornament for her grandmothers.
It went like this:
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April 03, 2008 04:07 AM EDT --
An aura with each shade and mood
He, w alking on the land of words
Finding Solace, attaining peace
Giving reasons to smile on the dashboards
Like . . .
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May 07, 2008 02:37 AM EDT --
I kissed countless memories embedded
In her unconditional love of gold,
Felt her divine womb, she encircled
I still feel that tender maternal fold.
I remember her soft hands weaving . . .
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May 08, 2008 03:49 PM EDT --
Wearing maroon
Swinging in hammock,
Living Heena's ecstasy
Rejoicing horses walk.
Her life filled with colors
But Maroon her dearest,
Tint on his beloved coat . . .
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April 25, 2007 09:47 AM EDT --
Let me tell you about a song for you
Sung by a wanderer of far lands
Who wants to offer you a gift
He bows and holds it in his hands
He sings of a love like none other
A love beyond . . .
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December 12, 2007 04:21 AM EST --
If only that were what it's all about
Communal fire, warm and glowing
Cooking up a feast enough to
fill our bellies and our larders
for wintry weeks to come;
Exchanging . . .
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August 18, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
This pasture invites fatigue
Stilled brush and grey grit crackle
Scratching out spring flowers
Dead bits of petal fleck the dust
Recalling a cradle less barren
Rippling waves . . .
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January 23, 2008 09:34 AM EST --
For my friend d m, whose gentle still life, Wall and Rose , inspired it.
Wall throws a warm light
For roses and deep shadows
Pour me a cool drink
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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December 23, 2007 09:11 AM EST --
As things go, this year sucks..
My job is gone, and my mother's truck.
I lost my house, and my car is dead
and depressing thoughts keep filling my head.
The kids father . . .
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January 31, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
I read the obits today, oh boy,
Culling the debits and credits.
Ticking off the names and ages
Where did she work, why did he die?
Pausing over provenance, age . . .
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March 09, 2008 10:05 PM EDT --
When I was born he wrote a poem
Admired me from the corner
Wiped tears behind the fascinating glasses.
When I was three he took me to school
Held my finger with care
Smiled . . .
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May 12, 2008 09:02 PM EDT --
Dedicated to Dear Kathryn Esplin-Oleski , who is my personal favorite writer, writing touching articles. I am moved with your words Kathryn.
There is a live Fairy touching my . . .
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May 19, 2008 02:58 AM EDT --
To John F Walter , our friend and superb fellow poet, who inspires us in his own unique way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY~ 19 May
On the pulse of this new day
The perceptive sculptor . . .
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November 17, 2007 01:30 AM EST --
This is the second time I am publishing something written because of a prompt, and one of the few times I have used this form, or had something flow so well in this form. I hope you enjoy it as much as . . .
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November 20, 2007 05:13 AM EST --
Would you understand
The truths I confide in you
The pieces of my soul that you hold
You alone
Would it worry you to know
I lay many nights . . .
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November 24, 2007 09:45 AM EST --
Daddy’s little girl
Learned to make sunshine out of rain
She was taught to live each day
As though she’d never live again
He showed her the light in darkness . . .
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December 08, 2007 08:48 PM EST --
Trees to Dream on
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Pine mountain scent
majestic snow-globe memories
ancient beings twixt sky and earth
basking in the waning sunlight,
twinkling night . . .
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December 27, 2007 02:49 PM EST --
For Ed Nudelman, who inspires me every day with his examples of dedication, precision, and all-around awesome talent.
Blue-white streaks out from
The cold, crisp . . .
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January 17, 2008 05:42 PM EST --
Did you hear that clarion call?
Was it like a hunter's horn?
Or an eagle at a waterfall?
I know, for I have heard it too
It's more like the calmest hush
And it's not from there . . .
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