Tag: poetry
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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 14, 2009 03:55 AM EST --
Winter has come back again.
Exit to Thansgiving past.
Tis the time Christmas returns.
Holiday love and peace are back.
Relatives gather in spades.
Endless feasting, endless joy.
Everyone, . . .
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January 20, 2009 08:12 PM EST --
If only I could do,
Things like I used to,
I would be happy,
To be the old me.
Oh well maybe tomorrow!
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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 23, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
My daughter sent me an offline message tonight. She had found a clipping of a poem that was on her father's dresser. She found this after he had passed away. It brings a tear to . . .
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January 20, 2009 06:50 AM EST --
Here I am in the cold,
This shovelling is getting old.
I have to do this once more,
My muscles are so sore.
So I tackle it like a pro,
Pain in muscles starts to grow. . . .
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January 24, 2009 10:51 AM EST --
Here I sit,
With lots to do.
But I can't leave,
Gather and you.
So I keep commenting,
And writing away,
Hoping that my work will get done,
Some day. . . .
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January 25, 2009 10:25 AM EST --
A shiver,
Racks through my body.
As I breathe in,
Crisp air.
I'd love to be,
In Miami,
Right now!
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December 13, 2009 09:52 PM EST --
Twilight of one's dreams is what happens when one sees themselves in the mirror.
After a whole day of mustering all of their positive force.
Hope and joy, trying to stay on the up and upbeat.
Until . . .
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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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March 31, 2009 01:29 PM EDT --
She could smell,
Danger,
In the pitch black night.
She could hear,
Danger,
As she fumbled for a light.
She could feel,
Danger,
As she held her breath.
She . . .
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March 27, 2009 11:29 PM EDT --
There are a million little things I long to say
But your silence is all I hear on this fine day
It's funny how silence gets to be so loud
To myself, then, I say those things aloud
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April 05, 2009 03:25 PM EDT --
She was the type of girl who wanted it all
The perfect guy, the security of home
Instead what she got was the reality of life
Poverty stricken, wasn't wanted to be a wife
So . . .
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May 14, 2009 11:09 PM EDT --
How I long for another day
To see your face under the sun's rays
But alas that was not meant to be
Your memory is now all I can see
How I long to hear that voice
Hearing it . . .
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January 19, 2009 11:08 AM EST --
Just one simple question! What is a Snippet? Does it have certain rules that you have to go by? What are those rules? Thanks for your help. I think I might like writing . . .
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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 12, 2009 04:24 PM EST --
Welcome to the Christmas parade, may all your worries retire.
Come men and women, and all the kids, and fulfill every desire.
Gather around, one and all, follow the master Vampire.
Enter in and . . .
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May 28, 2009 10:58 PM EDT --
If I turned around would you still be there
Would your smile showed that you really cared
Could I see into your soul with your bright eyes
And distinguish what is the truth from the lies
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December 16, 2009 01:09 PM EST --
she stands beneath the shadows
so no one sees her pain
camoflauged by broken smiles
and tears blending in with rain
the darkness hides her
so very well
consuming her soul and mind
if only . . .
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November 30, 2009 02:20 PM EST --
When people ask me what I think of the holidays of the year,
my reply is brisk and crisp, though oft subject to jeers.
I want to sleep on New Years day, not stay up with my family.
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