Tag: verse
group name: thepoetryreview
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July 16, 2007 04:55 PM EDT --
I went down to the water
The moon my only companion
There to guide me, easily
My only thoughts were of you
Time, moments, feelings
Things we . . . more
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July 10, 2008 03:19 PM EDT --
The flame in my heart still burns
Like the waterbug living in my desk drawer
Surviving on whatever crumbs it finds
My heart is as indestructible
As a cockroach
Never showing itself . . . more
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July 29, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
There is no sound
Except for your heart beat
The blood in your veins
Dark and cold
No one is near
You let your mind wonder
All the feelings returns to you
The ones you try to block out
The dangers
Everything . . . more
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February 08, 2008 02:32 PM EST --
Look at the sky
and track a pink tricycle's skidded scrubs
of white knobby tires through blue today.
Let cold seep up
through a slab to ankles, remind of knees -
what . . . more
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April 23, 2008 08:13 PM EDT --
Rainbow shades of vibrant hue
Blend in streaming flows of tears
Trees so dear I close sore eyes
To hear rustling, windy cheer
Scents are but a memory
Numbed by pollen wafting by
. . . more
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March 13, 2008 11:38 PM EST --
The valley quail has fed the cannibal owl
and flecks red spots into a round mandala on
snow-bright squares of ground where grass roots
thatch the roof of worms' worlds and sundered
wings . . . more
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February 08, 2008 06:38 PM EST --
I will tell you how I mark my place,
even though the act may send shivers
along vertebrae and arms,
set fingers of book lovers all atremble,
whether burly-knuckled, talcum sleek, or parchment . . . more
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February 19, 2008 01:13 AM EST --
Mona Lisa Brown propagates
two-tone spider plants, talking
them through rebirth, through
re-becoming again a whole of
what they were cut from -
for they will grow whole
. . . more
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March 06, 2008 04:11 PM EST --
Last Will & Testament
Being of sound mind and body
I hereby leave all my worldly possessions
Including the horse farm which is unfortunately
In legal jeopardy due to the death
Of . . . more
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July 16, 2007 09:01 AM EDT --
Calling all poets: we want your nature tributes, your love sonnets, your comic verses – it's all welcome in the Express Yourself Poetry Contest. You could win $100 cash and be featured on the . . . more
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August 20, 2007 11:42 PM EDT --
I’m writing this letter to you just to let you know that I’m gone.
It’s going to be painful but I’ll be so much happier this way.
I’m singing this hateful song of falling . . . more
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September 16, 2007 12:34 PM EDT --
Maiden Mother Crone: A Prologue and Maiden should be read before this piece.
On the dawn of the second day,
I was taken to the river to bathe the red earth away.
The mothers of the village came with laughter, . . . more
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September 10, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
Why ‘To Kill a Mockingbird' Should be Withdrawn from Public Libraries.
‘To Kill a Mockingbird' should be withdrawn
From public libraries. It puts to scorn
. . . more
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September 04, 2007 01:25 PM EDT --
I called you Willow Woman after our creek trek.
Bound bundle of leafed stems tied at your belt,
Strong walking stick in hand, sprig of willow
Stuck through your straw hatband-
You posed for . . . more
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March 16, 2008 02:24 PM EST --
An old dog of a man squats low,
wears a utility shirt stamped USMC
with holes where a rank had been sewn.
He is under the eaves, watching
white hail miss his coffee mug. . . . more
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January 28, 2008 06:31 PM EST --
The sky is falling through the stars
above these hills, this meadow,
and there are places where night leaves
footprints on the prairie grass,
scuffing off the dewdust with drizzles . . . more
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May 19, 2008 04:58 PM EDT --
Today William Stafford's many stones
made a marker under the skylight, one
of those stacks of relatively flat rocks
that say:
Some-
one was
here & placed us
just so for reasons . . . more
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May 19, 2008 06:17 PM EDT --
You trust all of it, you do. Even quicksand
has a bottom. Pink is the color your heart beats, beats
above ground, picking up pigment and pace
before those toes touch bedrock - oh,
but . . . more
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September 12, 2007 06:20 PM EDT --
I'm not quite sure what to call this-- poetry? Song? Chant? It's a multi-parter, there will be more to follow.
Maiden Mother Crone: A Prologue
By seed and nut,
Bough and leaf,
Vine and . . . more
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September 15, 2007 09:28 AM EDT --
The prologue to this work can be found among my articles.
Maiden
On the dawn of the first day,
I was taken from my mother to be reborn.
The grandmothers of my village came in silence,
And took me away . . . more
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