Tag: poem
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December 17, 2009 03:57 AM EST --
After the Guinness and The Jameson whiskey, Said Connor, woman Is God’s best creation. Woman? Sighed Finn, His mouth lingering Over the lip of the Glass like a ballet Dancer about to . . .
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December 16, 2009 07:55 PM EST --
cremation pier
A white symbol, the river is reflected
on those clouds. We watch a boat carrying our minds
over to the other side as we bury
our corpses. . . .
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December 16, 2009 10:59 PM EST --
I am supposed to write a poem, without form in a style that isn't mine, and might not ever be. I, . . .
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December 15, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
A conversation with a historian, Richard
You cannot argue
with a man of history
about past.
Hence I brew
a cup of coffee
for him
and engrave
an arrow like
the Sumerians’ . . .
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August 23, 2008 01:52 PM EDT --
He guessed that if the four girls
Hadn't been shot in Nazi
Mass shooting, they'd have made good
Wives, mothers and maybe if
They made it through the war good
Grandmothers, too. What . . .
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December 22, 2008 07:43 PM EST --
This is my first post it's a poem written earlier this year since its the Holidays and NewYears coming on here's one I think you'll enjoy.
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December 16, 2009 03:46 AM EST --
In and out your true love comes, Bone idle with his words and gestures, Floats over you with reluctant sighs,
His eyes glazed as foggy skies, His lips wet as rainy days but closed, Tight shut and . . .
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November 19, 2008 02:50 PM EST --
An ode to pings
This is in response to Kevin, the site wizard's comment that pings are going to be limited from now on, because of spam!
Pings you were here for me.
Pings you set me free . . .
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July 28, 2008 11:40 PM EDT --
There once was a boy named Ben Gay,
Who went out one cold winter day.
He fell in to the snow.
Got a dreadful blow.
And never again went that way.
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May 28, 2008 06:48 PM EDT --
This is not a poem,
so lets just call it...
scribbles
Scribbles that go down on paper
some being scratched out
and others left to be read
Scribbles with no meaning
with no message behind . . .
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August 28, 2009 07:34 AM EDT --
I have cuts and bruises They skim along the surface of my veil Of subterfuge and normalcy I want to make my round peg fit in their square world I have tried to level off my edges But in the end I lose . . .
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December 16, 2009 01:22 AM EST --
Concept, Title, Poem.
No!
Concept, Poem, Title!
No!
Poem, Concept, Title?
Rarely.
When, then?
AllAtOnce!
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August 01, 2008 01:37 PM EDT --
The photographer took his time
Taking the sepia photo
Of the two girls posing there bored.
Maybe he was closing up for
The day and wanted to make it
Last out until home time or
Maybe the . . .
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November 21, 2008 07:33 PM EST --
This poem was written for all tribes. I gave it to one of the "Chiefs." For this I was made an Honorary Brave.
Brother Sun - Sister Moon
To sit deep in a forest,
Or out on the desert . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:31 AM EST --
I finally moved to the Annex for minimum security There is a golf course, rough not cared for and made out of a field. I would walk with Dan V. and watch the birds, particularly the swallows, as . . .
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December 15, 2008 01:52 AM EST --
The stress of being a gay person in an environment that says you never come out of the closet was tearing me apart. I have never been a person to hide feelings and now I must...even to those who were . . .
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December 15, 2008 01:58 AM EST --
There was a young man at Shelton we called Little Dan. Dan was not a very big person and looked quite young. He was the butt of many jokes and attracted a lot ribbing due to his size. I could have become . . .
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March 31, 2009 06:16 PM EDT --
Below is a cute poem my husband wrote for me on Valentine's Day. I thought it was so sweet!
My Sweet Little Holly Girl,
You are the love of my life,
My favorite in the world, . . .
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November 25, 2008 02:14 AM EST --
Dreams
Dreams are like horses,
Wild and free they run with the wind.
They give you your choices,
and a bit of hope for you to believe in ...
~*~
Life is like a bronchride,
it twists . . .
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November 29, 2008 09:22 AM EST --
Here's another excerpt from my book, "Smacking the Muse...Thoughts, Stories, and Kung-Fu." Here's the link to the book: http://www.lulu.com/content/2119486 . . .
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