Tag: poem
group name: thepoetryreview
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April 01, 2008 08:06 PM EST --
On a long day
intentionally I drift to
another Universe,
where meaningful thoughts
randomly feel oppressed by
an unpredictable image.
Holding to a glimpse of . . . more
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October 07, 2008 06:51 PM EDT --
BAD PATCH
The yellow leaves are blowing over the dead body.
The dead body breathes. The dead body chews leaves.
The pulse is as dry as strings in the air. . . . more
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April 21, 2008 07:25 PM EDT --
Talk to me
I'll listen with care
Compassion and mercy
If you're willing to share.
Hold onto me
I won't let you fall
Protection and safety
Any time you should . . . more
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April 21, 2008 07:33 PM EDT --
Covered with dust
Untouched for so long
The old rocking chair
Where Grandma used to sing her songs.
She cradled me
In her lap I would sit
Comforted and happy
A perfect fit. . . . more
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April 23, 2008 04:57 PM EDT --
I came across this poem today... I wrote it when I was 16.
Later on
I felt the pain
Of a torcher
So inhumane.
Now I try to face
What I once went through
And try . . . more
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October 15, 2007 10:46 AM EDT --
This is a poem I wrote a while back.
Time
Every second is precious
Yet it goes on for eternity.
You hold on to the moment,
But the hours pass you by.
It's callous hands strip away
All that you hold . . . more
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March 06, 2008 07:36 PM EST --
MONKEY CHESS
Monkey chess at the witch's house
we sit and sip and stare
The tea is hot, the game unique
and we try to wait out our player
The wasp moves . . . more
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March 17, 2008 10:30 AM EST --
For the great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad.
G.K. Chesterton 1911 from The Ballad Of The White Horse. . . . more
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March 04, 2008 10:41 AM EST --
APROPOS AND APPOSITE
I am irritating, it's an uncomfortable fact I deny.
I am provincial, but I will establish myself with my suit.
I am educated, but . . . more
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April 22, 2008 12:31 AM EDT --
A shimmer glides across the pond
The frog croaks to it a song
Upon damp lily pad he rests
Hops on his way - I digress
A vision I hope to you impress.
See the image in your mind . . . more
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July 16, 2007 05:07 PM EDT --
The heat caused steam to rise from the sidewalks, as I waited that August 4th 1988
I rub my pregnant belly and wipe my brow
You are still inside of me, heavy but still
I . . . more
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July 21, 2007 01:32 AM EDT --
The house is quiet, only the hum of dryer to keep me sane.
She is gone, only 20 miles away, yet gone for the week.
I write, do laundry, write some more.
Happy to have the house to myself.
The dogs . . . more
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October 11, 2008 02:30 AM EDT --
Scars inflicted by trauma
since birth
burned through to my soul
as animals are branded.
. . . more
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May 16, 2008 03:35 AM EDT --
His mother
Enjoys her
Birthday cake;
Each tiny
Chocolate
Crumb and flake,
And childlike
She leaves some
Evidence
Behind on
Her aging
Lips and jaw
For all to see;
Discreetly . . . more
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August 01, 2007 12:23 AM EDT --
when i first came here
i brought nothing more
than hope and optimism.
it was squeezed out of me
like toothpaste.
perhaps i thought too much
analyzed too much
worried too much.
i was drawn in
then . . . more
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December 08, 2007 03:28 PM EST --
TRUNCATED SONNET TO A CHOPPED OFF HEAD
When your head is chopped off, how long do you live
far from your lungs, there is still air in your brain
for a few minutes, maybe, . . . more
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December 14, 2007 11:29 AM EST --
FALLOW DEER, FOREST BIRD
Fallow deer, quick beast, nibble in fear
. . . more
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December 18, 2007 05:39 PM EST --
SNOW
He sits at his expensive guitar but won't play,
he doesn't want to make any noise.
He forgot his car, he won't drive,
he doesn't want to get . . . more
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April 22, 2008 07:20 PM EDT --
For those that read my tribute to my Grandfather... this is another one I wrote a few years back for him.
I recall the smell of strong cologne
Old Spice mingling with wood
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April 24, 2008 05:58 PM EDT --
SPOOK HOUSE
my older brothers bent over backwards
and most earnestly goaded me to jump
out of the moving spook house car
if I wanted to really see something
. . . more
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