Tag: family
group name: thepoetryreview
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July 04, 2007 08:08 PM EDT --
Will you love me enough to leave when i ask you to
You say you can deal with my disease, my eventual confinement
You say you will always love me more than the grains of sand
Yet the band is playing . . . more
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April 20, 2008 08:31 AM EDT --
How is is you say you love me
When every time you don't get your way
I am the one who is wrong
How Is it you say you love me
When you use the words that cut the deepest
How is . . . more
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October 07, 2008 07:03 PM EDT --
As she stared at her coffee,
she saw again the fatal kiss,
The one that stole her heart
and threw her dreams into a twist.
He could not be the one,
her knight . . . more
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February 06, 2008 07:25 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
When I was young I danced in a fairy ring
Unicorns lived and the world loved everything
My dreams never came to pass
And the unicorns . . . more
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January 02, 2008 06:41 AM EST --
I once looked at the moon and thought it was made of cheese.
My friends laughed at me. I never mentioned it again
I wanted to close my eyes and see only darkness there. rather than the swirling . . . more
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January 12, 2007 11:32 AM EST --
In my desperation Lord I cried out to you
Will you hear me or turn me away
With a heart so heavy and full of pain
I have often wondered what you could possibly see in me
All my life I’ve been . . . more
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March 22, 2007 03:55 AM EST --
Do I love you
My man?
Do I love?
I don't know
Some part of me
Is still with you
But there is so much
Of me so alone
Independent from you
And wanting more
Or just something else
I don't . . . more
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June 23, 2007 02:55 AM EDT --
I want to go home. I have been here long enough. I want to be back to where I belong. I have done all I set out to do. I had my time in the fun and the sun. I got a well needed break. I have no complaints . . . more
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April 15, 2008 03:17 PM EDT --
Touch your mother
you've touched your grandmother too
Each life enriched by
Those before and those next
Trough the ages
Long chain it goes on
As into the future
Each . . . more
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February 27, 2007 03:49 PM EST --
It is a cold and lonely day
Nothing seems to go my way
Snow, please melt quick
I don't want it to stick
The family car is buried deep
My mother is starting to weep
My ears are cold, my lips are . . . more
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March 08, 2007 07:18 PM EST --
(This is another poem I wrote when I was a teenager)
To be a friend or not to be
That's the question you ask me
You want me to do something that's wrong
I didn't know confusion . . . more
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January 01, 2008 10:36 AM EST --
Happy New Year!
May free from fear!
Far away from tear!
Here, there and every where!
The whole world is one family,
And we all are its member. . . . more
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July 12, 2007 11:06 AM EDT --
I LOOK BACK ON MY LIFE,
I SEE THE MISTAKES I MADE
AND THE ENEMYS THAT PRETENDED TO BE FRIENDS .
THE WARNING SIGNALS YET I STILL NEVER SEEN THEM COMMING ,
MY HOLE ADULT LIFE WAS BASED ON A LIE !
EVERYONE . . . more
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February 07, 2008 09:23 PM EST --
"There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved."
- George Sand -
Now I don't know who George Sand is. I probably could look him up, that is if I wasn't thinking . . . more
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February 26, 2007 05:14 AM EST --
The luscious
Frangipani blooms in earnest;
Oozing desire
I watch the star of the summer
Garden with lustful eyes
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June 24, 2007 11:54 AM EDT --
My Bubbe, grandmother, saved my soul when I was growing up. My family of origin was somewhat dysfunctional, shall we say, but Bubbe was a source of unconditional love. I was the oldest grandchild, and . . . more
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March 27, 2007 03:21 AM EST --
Loving Father
I suffer.
In love, I watch my children.
Son plants green cacti,
deep into the fine, brown soil.
Pleased – eager.
He learns, looks to me – curious.
Daughter marvels . . . more
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February 21, 2007 05:01 PM EST --
The wandering
Moon in my visual field
Flashing
Her beautiful smile
Over my shadow
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May 04, 2007 10:58 AM EDT --
They all rush around
Like they have to be somewhere
But there's no where...just space
The battle is life
Mine's worse than yours
But wait...her's is worse than mine
A girl stands in the middle . . . more
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April 20, 2007 07:00 PM EDT --
We planted it the year we bought the house:
Japanese plum with deep red leaves,
Outside the kitchen window
Where the front yard stretched
Before us like years.
For a while, children played under it
In . . . more
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