Tag: writing
group name: thepoetryreview
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July 20, 2007 10:27 PM EDT --
I have been asked by Lisa to write something of an introductory nature about myself and perhaps share some of my poetry with the group. I have been given the unique honor of judging the Express Yourself . . .
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January 30, 2008 04:30 PM EST --
When my time on earth is past and my
Ashes have been scattered to the wind,
Will you recall the sound of my voice and
Hear it echo somewhere in the distance?
Will your arms . . .
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January 13, 2007 09:46 PM EST --
Sweet
Breeze on my face, after
The summer snow
The hibiscus flower
Blooms
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April 14, 2008 03:10 PM EDT --
To go there or stay here, that is the question
I ask myself as I stand here undecided and still.
My feet take on their own mind and walk away~
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July 25, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
WATCHING RHINE
It just lies here in its big
curve through Basel
on an early autumn
evening, possibly wanting
to have changed its course
a few times over the years
but maybe not minding . . .
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July 27, 2007 04:56 PM EDT --
Avow
White gossamer lace
Entwined souls forever bound
Floating rain of rice
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May 27, 2008 04:43 PM EDT --
Padding down the hallway for a midnight drink.
Settling old bones back down on bed for arthritic pets.
Silence has replaced you; now..we grieve and miss you old friend~
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November 30, 2008 03:29 AM EST --
A body that sings many a song
Complex arias that crescendos with time
An opera of tone and contrasts
A ballet of form and grace
A . . .
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November 24, 2007 01:58 PM EST --
This isn't beautiful anymore.
It doesn't inspire, doesn't even ache
and there is nothing of poetry left in it
except this last one that marks
the tired ebbing away of a shore battered . . .
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November 27, 2007 11:41 PM EST --
Weltschmerz of the Wolf
Ululate, long and hollow,
Echoing in the wind
Like a pebble
In a chasm of darkness.
Memories of open runs
Across forests and . . .
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November 29, 2007 10:39 PM EST --
Death brought great legends
And wreaths to rest upon his brow.
His dreams of peace, now fulfilled,
In a place of calm, comfort and warmth.
Sweetly his name is . . .
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December 04, 2007 12:59 AM EST --
It swam around her
Like sparkling Koi in a coral reef,
This quality of idea and capture.
Her eyes washed color all around,
With just a glance she stole feeling
The . . .
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October 11, 2008 08:20 AM EDT --
Love Is Like a River
Oct 10, '08 11:38 PM
for everyone
Love Is Like a River
Love is like a river
Flowing more slowly in the deep
Churning . . .
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April 23, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
I feel the ache
It surrounds my every bone
I can see the scars on my flesh
I remember each cut
Suddenly I'm drained.
I've never felt this cold.
My soul gasps:
What . . .
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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
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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 . . .
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December 03, 2008 01:29 AM EST --
For Shannon Cowden
What it was exactly that drove you
I really don't understand.
Your anger
And general distaste for the world
Knew no appreciable boundary
And overwhelmed everyone you met. . . .
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October 19, 2007 06:09 PM EDT --
To a Rose
Oh Rose as bright as yonder sun,
Which lights the world’s life never done,
And shows to me thy radiance true,
When shown reflected off of you.
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June 24, 2007 05:46 PM EDT --
Bad day.
Overwhelming emotions.
Can't function.
Ready to cry.
Ready to rage.
Ready to dissolve or explode.
Head hurts.
Brain hurts.
Can't think.
Trying to struggle . . .
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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 . . .
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