Tag: poetry
group name: lifetogether
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July 18, 2008 09:03 PM EDT --
I looked out the window and saw a blue sky
To deal with my shock of knowing you would die
To everyone else it was a bright sunny day
I was crushed, knowing things would never be okay
But I could . . . more
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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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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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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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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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June 10, 2008 02:50 PM EDT --
It was "high tide
at the hideout"
or some such pulp
to play....
a bunch of bad men
a bundle of currency
a busty bottle blonde with
a frivolous yet felonious
. . . more
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June 10, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
The Cubs were on the radio, game tied in the fifth. Shiloh lay in late afternoon shade, steadily working a bone. There was a lake breeze, cool and constant. Maybe that's what excited a squadron of . . . 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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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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July 26, 2007 09:20 AM EDT --
I haven't forgotten the bitter January wind,
Whistling in my ears, pinching my face,
Freezing my tears into salty streams
The frostbite seeping into my tattered boots as we thread the brown sludge . . . more
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August 08, 2007 04:25 AM EDT --
Once in a sleepless night
I conjured the image of you standing at my door.
I called upon you tasting the sin yet to be shared.
And I waited for you,
I waited to hear . . . more
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September 06, 2007 11:21 AM EDT --
An empty canvass of a woman
Stripped and empty and content
Not contained but spilling
Spilling over meticulously measured margins
Of the accepted
And the expected
And the respected
Bursting double stitched, . . . more
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November 13, 2007 07:32 PM EST --
Ok, I thought I would attempt this weeks single word prompt. This is my first public attempt to do so! I hope you enjoy it!
Tissues
These days, it is all I have . . . more
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