Tag: poem
group name: lifetogether
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June 11, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
If I could small talk, I could have been a contender. The web is, by and large, small talk. A never-ending, ever-changing cocktail party, with guests and crashers hurrying in and out,ready with circuit-thin . . . more
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June 14, 2008 07:58 PM EDT --
I have written
give 'em enough trope
aimed my ink
with a sniper scope
damn careful
not to interlope
nor forget
the angel's share
having noted
I once lived in exile
made current . . . more
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October 22, 2006 06:01 PM EDT --
From crown, flows the dreams stream
With a loud winning scream.
Making its own way,
Flows all night and day.
Washes away the weak sand
And overflows the small pebbles,
. . . more
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June 11, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
I ain't bright
nor particularly peculiar
sans Saturday night
I drink alone
but for communion
and Monday backwash
I don't echo
recon redemption
preach or petition
I half-ass . . . more
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February 08, 2008 04:29 PM EST --
As he lay sagging in his chair
with a bottle of beer
and a half lit smoke
I wonder why he does it
How he can get up in the morning
How he can llive with himself
And he gets up and does . . . more
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May 23, 2007 03:12 PM EDT --
The unknown that she saw cross bridge
Her fear as she gazed at the ridge
That river she just couldn’t breach
The plane that she just couldn’t reach
She’s been lying awake in her bed . . . more
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June 06, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
The sun’s flame catches in your eyes
Drawn by the threads of gold
Two crystal pools of liquid joy
Profess their feelings bold.
They sing of love, a mermaid’s song
And draw . . . more
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June 15, 2007 04:40 AM EDT --
My heart is a pretty white-faced china doll
It is dainty, fragile and precious
And it is not for little boys to play with!
It is one of a kind
But is it not meant for the shelf of a greedy collector. . . . more
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July 20, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
My memories are
scattered pieces
blowing in the wind
some floating carelessly
others moving with purpose.
Some are solid and strong
taking root in my soul
like a tree
never swaying . . . more
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June 15, 2007 12:19 PM EDT --
Dusty smells and white-washed walls
A creaky floor, a sun-bleached porch
A faded picture memory calls
Of adolescent laughter
That distant summer waltzes in
Of moonlit secrets, whispered . . . more
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August 20, 2008 10:31 AM EDT --
Bill Bixby, belted
by gamma rays, became lime
green Lou Ferrigno?
Copywright CCL 2008
more
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June 14, 2008 12:56 PM EDT --
drunk on breaking news
I linger
ordering yet another,
brace it back.
a frown so hard
my brow acquires
yet another headline
a new wrinkle
a new image
too high . . . more
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June 09, 2007 05:15 AM EDT --
The clouds are shedding tears again
The Liffey swelling pregnant with the tide
The wind is whistling a bold refrain
Mist dances on the rooftops with the tar.
It’s summer, yet the air . . . more
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July 27, 2007 10:31 AM EDT --
She tied red ribbons in my tightly braided hair
Silk ribbons cut from grandma’s Sunday dress
“Be neat and clean!” she said,
“So you . . . more
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September 17, 2007 04:52 PM EDT --
The first chord
The first line
That first look
The first rhyme
Those rare moments of sheer bliss
When life forms perfect piece by piece
When doors fly open, let in the breeze
When walls do crumble and . . . more
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September 26, 2007 11:18 PM EDT --
Will I ever see your smile again~~
Will I ever hear your laughter again~~
Will I ever taste and feel your kiss again~~
Will I ever feel your touch again~~
Will you ever hold me protectively again~~ . . . more
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March 14, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
It's raining outside,
It's raining inside.
There are puddles in the driveway,
There are puddles in my lap.
Looking outside the window it's dreary,
Looking outside . . . more
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June 01, 2007 05:56 AM EDT --
The night spins a web, numb and blind
I sleep as ghosts hungrily feast on my soul
I see in my dreams bodies entwined
In dark flames of passion I see them fall
I feel the scorching anger of a dying sun . . . more
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October 20, 2007 03:57 AM EDT --
Here's to all that remains
To the freedom to chose
What to do
What to say
What to think.
Here's to all that remains
To my heart cracked and bruised
Hoping still
Flying still
On love's . . . more
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December 06, 2007 10:34 AM EST --
The Demigod Blues
Oh, cruel feckless world!
Again you mourn your worth,
For no one does it better than you do.
Your life has been so tough.
The world is not enough,
‘Cos no one’s . . . more
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